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I need help with a hefty, professional favor. We need video footage (preferably on MiniDV video, though other formats would probably be fine) of a dirty back alley, New York style, and evening shots of Las Vegas neon and marquee lighting. “New York,” is more of a descriptor than a parameter — if there are similarly urban and gritty and somewhat scary alleyways in your city, that’ll work too. “Vegas” may need to be Vegas though; it is pretty unique. I am looking into whether or not the supplier of said material could be listed in the Special Thanks section of the videogame in which it will be used, it is probable but not guaranteed (my company is developing, but not publishing, so it isn’t our call).

Update: If you supply content, we will be able to include your name in the Special Thanks section of the credits.

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  1. Brian, read your yahoo! email. I've sent you a note about this.

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