ニュース ソニーは、PlayStation Visual Arts Studioで未知の数の労働者をレイオフします

ソニーは、PlayStation Visual Arts Studioで未知の数の労働者をレイオフします

著者 : Zoe アップデート : Mar 15,2025

ソニーは、サンディエゴに本拠を置くVisual Arts StudioとPS Studios Malaysiaの不特定数の従業員を解雇したと伝えられています。このニュースは、最初にKotakuによって報告され、元従業員のLinkedInの投稿によって裏付けられたことで、影響を受けたスタッフが最後の日に3月7日になることを知らされていることを明らかにしています。レイオフは、Bend Studioで最近キャンセルされたライブサービスゲームを含む、さまざまなプロジェクトに貢献した開発者に影響を与えました。

Visual Artsは、他のPlayStation First-Party Studiosにアートと技術支援を提供するサポートスタジオであり、特に最近の米国パート1パート2の最近のリマスターに貢献しました。 IGNは、ゆったりとした視覚芸術の従業員からのいくつかのLinkedInの投稿と、少なくともPS Studios Malaysiaの投稿を独立して検証しました。ある視覚芸術の従業員の1人は、レイオフを「複数のプロジェクトのキャンセル」に起因すると考えました。

これは、2023年の以前の非公開のスタッフの削減に続いて、2年以内に視覚芸術のレイオフの第2ラウンドをマークします。視覚芸術の労働力とその進行中のプロジェクトの現在の規模は不明のままです。 IGNはコメントのためにPlayStationに連絡しました。

これらのレイオフは、ゲーム業界内の求人とプロジェクトのキャンセルのより広範な傾向を反映しています。 2023年には10,000人以上のゲーム開発者のレイオフが推定されましたが、2024年には14,000人以上に上昇しましたが、2025年の正確な数値は、影響を受けたスタジオからの透明性が低下したため、容易に入手できません。

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