SJ Longthorne

Soon two men approached while handing out their own business cards; they were showing off their game here too...

Finding their way in front of the title screen for Rhianne's game in front of them/us, they glanced over the screen, over the big sign that read in big letters 'Made by Rhianne Murphy', over the controller, looked past Rhianne - standing right in front of them - to ME! ...

Where next the guy offered his hand forward to me while asking 'Hi mate; can we play your game?' before pointing at the screen...

'It's not my game,' I replied, confused 'You'll have to ask her, Rhianne made it, it's her game.' I gestured clearly to indicate Rhianne, who was standing literally next to me, in front of them, as if it wasn't any clearer...

I wouldn't have seen any harm done, giving them the benefit of the doubt maybe BUT THEN he looks at me, me shaking his hand while i'm pointing with the other at the young woman stood next to me: looking, listening to him...

He glances at her once, looks her down, looks back to me, and asks again, 'So is it okay if we play your game mate?' ...

The venue wasn't loud. Nothing was left unclear. Every effort was made to present to everyone in attendance that it was her project that she slaved over to create and present that evening...

She wrote the script for the dialogue, programmed the logic, drew the artwork for the title screen, wrote and performed the music, auditioned the voice actors you name it, but oh no, this guy couldn't believe it...