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Gamasutra Yuke’s Opens North American Publishing Office:
Osaka Japan-based game development company Yuke’s Company, Ltd. has announced that it has opened its first office in North America, Yuke’s Company of America.

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  1. Great. So, when are you guys moving back?

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  2. Ah, that's not quite what I meant. The company is established, and we have people Stateside, but I am staying in Japan for the foreseeable future.

    Want to move to Japan? The food's good.

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  3. I knew that. Just giving you crap.

    How's the McDonalds there?

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  4. :-)

    All of them have breakfast meals now, which you probably recall are my one major weakness for the place. I don't at all like their regular burgers and fries, but "asa-makku"(朝マック) is pretty much the same as the USA's, minus biscuits (english muffins only) and McGriddles (no loss). Oh, and I still only drink McDonald's Coke - what is up with that?

    The daughter, on the other hand, is a fiend for McD's having been captured by the unneeded toys and the outdoor play areas. We have her on a once-a-month program to keep the addiction from going full blown.

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