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The Microsoft Xbox 360 Summit at the renowned Akasaka Prince Hotel in Tokyo was a lot more interesting and inspirational and believable than the E3 Kickoff. No talk of “one billion users!” this time around, for one, and more importantly MS announced that they are benefiting from the support of every major Japanese developer, including major publishers and the upstart... er, startup studios of famous name, independent developers. I briefly met Tetsuya Mizuguchi (Rez, Lumines, Ninety Nine Nights), Yannis Mallat, XP of the Prince of Persia series, and Andrew Vestal late of TheGIA.com and more recently of Official Playstation Magazine correspondent business.

What is more stunning than gaining the support of every major developer is that many of them are developing 360 exclusives. Many of the publishers remained coy on upcoming titles; I think they’re trying to keep a bit back for announcements at Tokyo Game Show in September. Yuke’s games were shown there as well: Rumble Roses XX (“double X”) and Wrestle Kingdom.

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  1. He's totally cool, though "met" might be overstating it. Probably just enough greetings and eye-contact to next time make him wonder if we've met. He's pals with my friend at Ubisoft, who did the introducing. Presumably this is because Ubi had the foresight and wisdom to publish Lumines.

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