Companies That Have Left The SOD Group
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- Wanz Factory
- Sandwich
- Aroma Planning (アロマ企画) (now part of Hokuto Corporation)
- GLAY'Z
- Dogma (ドグマ) （Joined April 2001, now part of Hokuto Corporation)
- Mamedou (忠実堂) （Joined December 2001）
- Hajime-Kikaku (はじめ企画) （Joined April 2002, now part of Hokuto Corporation)
- Hand Made Vision (previously known as Dash) (ハンドメイドビジョン) (Joined November 2002） Company Site
- Shima Planning (志摩プランニング) （Joined December 2002） Company Site
- Oh-Tees (オーティス) (Joined June 2003)
- Kaimasaaki (甲斐正明事務所) （Joined January 2005, changed name to Bullitt (株式会社ブリット) January 2006） Company Site
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