Silver Summit was forged in the arcade fires of 2004 when three drunk college kids hacked a Pac-Man cabinet to run their version with extra ghosts and tequila power-ups. Today we're still that same band of misfits - just with better lawyers.
We believe games should crack your ribs from laughing, blow your mind with glitches, and never ask for your credit card. Every pixel we push is a middle finger to corporate gaming's "engagement metrics" and "monetization strategies".
Our "next-gen" tech is literally just GameBoy Advance SP screens duct-taped together.
Every employee must beat Battletoads on original hardware before getting healthcare.
We've hidden the Konami code in our HR documents (up, up, down, down...you know the rest).