Since I was a kid, anything manga, anime, sci-fi, or filled with deep lore was my jam. By age six, I was piloting my VF-1 Valkyrie from the cockpit—my sister’s stroller—wearing a plastic knight helmet and taking out the Zentradi armada with military precision. After an honorable discharge from the U.N. Spacy, life fast-forwarded 20 years to my first job as a game artist at a small Toronto start-up.
That’s when I met Steve. He was always the first one in the studio, and I was always the second. Somehow, this towering white dude and this short Asian guy became lifelong friends, though I honestly don’t remember how.

Fast-forward again to the pandemic. Stuck at home, I rekindled my secret love affair with pixel art. It had always been my mistress—just like a mistress, I never got to showcase her during the day, only in fleeting side projects. NFTs were my chance to finally give her the attention she deserved. My pixel rendition of Batman slapping Robin, The Slappening, even made Reddit’s front page.
Then, one night, Shinjuku 2.0 came to me in a fever dream. I pitched the entire vision to Steve, and without hesitation, he said, “Let’s do it.” And now here we are.