Say Yes To Making Bad Games, What the Hell is Titanfall? Chapter 526

Chapter 526 Ethan, are you awake? Get up and spread the fire!

The **** must be overturned, the black hawk must fall, the important characters must not finish telling the clues before they die, and the villain must be forced to rely on him before killing the protagonist.

If you ask me whether these scenes are cliché, they must be cliché.

If you ask me whether these bridges are easy to use, they must be easy to use.

As an experienced player, especially a veteran player of horror games.

Seeing the scene in front of him, pew's first reaction was not to panic, but to instinctively want to smile.

Although the middle plot was not shown due to Ethan's coma.

But this situation is enough to explain everything -

There was a problem with the escort. They were attacked by some unknown creature, maybe a zombie or a fungus.

The escorting soldiers in the car were all gone, and their wives and children were also missing. He was the only one left at the scene.

and-

"You don't have a gun..."

Climbing up from the snow, pew couldn't help but complain.

The classic terrifying start of Golden Wind.

It was a pitch-black night, with the cold wind rustling through the dry shrubs, and bits of snow hitting our faces, making this strange and thrilling night even more desolate.

Picking up the flashlight that fell next to the soldier's body, Pew couldn't help but wrap up his clothes and walked cautiously deeper into the path in the bushes.

Creak - creak -

The footsteps made a slight sound on the deep snow.

It has to be said that after three technological upgrades, Golden Wind has now reached a state of perfection in terms of the overall quality of the game.

Especially this immersion.

With the joining of Huanmeng and the implementation of Yiyou's second generation full-sensory assistive technology.

The immersion of the entire game has reached a whole new level.

Not only are the snowflakes hitting my face, but the cold air is also a direct feeling that is delicate and real.

Even the dry branches scratching through the clothes and the step-by-step vibration of the snow are no different from reality.

The ultimate presentation of the five senses makes people feel like they are really in another virtual world.

No wonder Fantasy CEO Walker publicly stated before the game was released that "Resident 8 equipped with Fantasy VI reality augmentation technology will bring somatosensory gaming to an unprecedented level."

What you said is true.

Speaking of this, pew couldn't help but think of Yunwei's "Endless Undercurrent".

Comparing the two, we can only say that Golden Wind still “knows” how to play games.

Where did Yunwei's "Endless Undercurrent" take place?

A huge abandoned spaceship.

And the entire process was conducted in this spaceship.

In this way, although the map structure will vary from picture to picture, the overall environment will not change.

There are always metal floors, metal walls, and metal roofs, and the cold smell of blood is everywhere.

Golden Wind obviously knows better than Yunwei what its own advantages are and how to give full play to them.

The opening is just ten minutes long.

First, let the players experience the warmth in the warm villa. The sofa is soft, the floor is warm, and the daughter's little body is soft and cute.

The next second, as Chris' team launched a surprise attack, the window was broken, and the icy cold wind howled into the room, breaking the warmth and peace.

And now.

The **** was attacked, and the armed assault vehicle overturned in the snow-filled forest. Cold snowflakes slapped the player's face, and the snow under his feet was enough to cover his ankles.

The rapid scene changes in just ten minutes drag players from warmth and peace into a cold and lonely hell.

This perception is extremely large and complex, even chaotic.

but.

With the blessing of reality augmentation and full-sensory assistive technologies, players' feelings are processed in an orderly manner, mixed but not chaotic, and delicate. People can't help but marvel at the power of these dual technologies.

Obviously, compared to Yunwei, Golden Wind has better control over the application of its own technical power.

Technical improvement is certainly important.

But more important than technical improvement is its perfect application into game works.

A good horse with a good saddle, no matter how hard-blooded the horse can run, still needs to be appreciated by Bole before it can be used to its fullest potential.

And so to speak.

The success of Golden Wind seems to have been destined for a long time.

After all, gameplay is their top priority from beginning to end.

Thinking!

Pew also moved forward along the path in the dark jungle.

Passing through a hut with a strong PT atmosphere, time also transitions skillfully.

Pushing the door out of the hut and walking out again, the dark midnight has passed.

Shrouded in thick fog, the dim light of morning outlines the outline of this desolate village blocked by heavy snow.

Standing on the cliff, the fluttering crows flew across the gray sky and flew towards the village.

Shrouded in dry dark jungle, low villages are dotted across the basin.

And on the distant mountain, a huge old castle stands in the cold fog of the swamp, as if suspended in the air, looking bleak, dark, strange and mysterious -

"Holy—"

Looking at the mysterious village under the dusk, a familiar breath came to his face. The strange shock made Pew take a deep breath of the dry and cold air.

And among the barrage, there was also a soft uproar—

'Damn it, now it's really translated into the Taiwanese version, Real Evil Spirit Castle'

'It feels a bit like a mansion in Biochemical 1...'

'Wait, this composition, this picture, this atmosphere…? '

'Yes, indeed…(bushi)'

'Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! '

'Ethan, are you awake? Get up and spread the fire! '

'It's broken, we went the wrong way, we're in **** Lothric! '

'I'm **** laughing...'

'This composition is really soulful, it feels like you're back in the Middle Ages instantly'

'It's just time to ring the bell'

'The Four Heavenly Kings, the Four Salary Kings, facing each other, Resident Evil is the modern version of Soul! '

'Hand sanitizer (×) element bottle (√)'

'Too rude...'

"This opening is too outrageous." Upon seeing this, pew was dumbfounded:

"At this time, there should be a reminder on the ground - there is a wonderful view ahead..."

However, ridicule is ridicule, pew also took steps and once again embarked on a journey to find his wife and daughter.

Creak - creak -

As he walked forward, his shoes made a squeaking sound on the snow.

The further pew walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

so quiet.

There was no movement at all in the entire village, and quiet was not even enough to describe this kind of silence.

The whole village seemed dead.

However, the messy footprints on the snow showed that someone had walked through the village.

"call-"

pew couldn't help but let out a nervous breath.

Classic psychological fear.

It was obvious that there were people living in the village, and even before sunset, there were still people active, otherwise the footprints would not be so clear and profound.

But the question is - why is there no one now?

Or to ask more bluntly - when are these "people" going to jump out and beat me up?

With a nervous mood, pew followed the country road and entered a house.

Although the room is simple, it is not dirty, just a little small and cramped.

However, just as pew was about to walk around the room, looking for any supplies to collect.

Su la.

Suddenly, the door curtain of the back room seemed to move and made a slight rustling sound.

The sound was small, but in such a dead environment, it stood out.

pew couldn't help but feel excited!

"Ward—?!"

Turn around and look!

As a gust of cold wind blew in from the door, the corners of the door curtain were gently fluttered.

"Hu-shet-"

pew breathed a sigh of relief and cursed himself for being suspicious.

It looked like the cold wind was blowing the door curtain.

Crunch—

The shoes made a squeaking sound on the wooden floor. Pew walked slowly towards the door curtain, stretched out his fingers and slowly picked...

Bang! !

The moment the door curtain was opened!

A huge gunshot suddenly erupted!

"A generous gift! How many Seths! Farke! Farke the squid! Farke—!!"

Pew's screams followed closely, and the soul was almost scared away!

But when the door curtain was opened, there was an old man holding a shotgun. He seemed to be nervously guarding against something!

Open the door and kill!

The classic malice of old thief Gu Sheng!

I should have thought of that!

In an instant, the somatosensory cabin was filled with pew's fragrant breath and incompetent rage.

Yes.

Today's Golden Wind has become extremely proficient in understanding and shaping horror.

They no longer simply pursue newer iterations of fear forms, but skillfully integrate various horror elements to create a completely unpredictable and unknown horror experience for players.

In other words.

In the horror game of Golden Wind, you can never predict the form of the horror sequence in the next second.

It might just be a simple old door-opening kill, it might be Lisa's lights-off psychological horror like PT, or it might be a chase and oppression similar to an escape.

Over the years, Golden Wind's exploration on the road of horror has already allowed them to master the methods of horror expression.

What the players can do is to give up their predictions, lie down and wait for the fear of the golden wind to come.

After all, Gu Sheng had absolute control over the player's mind. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Oh, don't eat the sour radish...this shot is so dangerous that the raw material will collapse..."

Pew was almost kicked out of the somatosensory cabin, patting his chest and breathing heavily.

I heard Master Duanqiang on the opposite side cautiously ask:

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I?"

pew spread his hands to show that he meant no harm:

"My name is Ethan, Ethan Winters, I'm here to see my daughter, are you-?"

However.

Before he could finish speaking.

"Sh-"

Suddenly, the uncle stepped forward and covered his mouth.

At the same time, a blood-curdling scream suddenly sounded outside the window!

The uncle's expression suddenly became extremely frightened:

"Here they come, they're coming! Do you have a gun, boy?"

"What?"

pew is confused:

"What's coming? Are they...villagers? I don't have anything, I'm just an ordinary citizen..."

After hearing this, the uncle also looked him up and down, then took out a small pistol from his waist and handed it to him:

"Take it, they are about to..."

Not finished yet!

As if he sensed the approaching danger, the uncle pointed his backhand at the window and fired!

Bang—! !

The gunshots rang out again, which made Pew panic, and he hurriedly raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it out the window!

For a time, the whole room was filled with a tense atmosphere!

Pew and the uncle were back to back, vigilantly guarding their surroundings!

And the next second!

Crunch—

Sudden.

Pew heard an inaudible sound coming from the roof behind him.

"above!"

With an exclamation, pew turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at his head, wanting to remind the uncle that there was something above his head!

But before his voice falls!

Boom - bang -! !

Suddenly, the low roof of the hut shattered!

Pew turned around and saw a dry arm covered with white hair, pressed against his face, and grabbed the old man who was back to back with him!

Immediately afterwards—

Wow—Pfft—! !

The old man was taken to the attic in the blink of an eye, and there was a heartbreaking sound of flesh tearing!

Thick blood dripped down, gurgling out along the dark hole.

pew only felt a wave of cold air, running along the soles of his feet, all the way up to the ceiling, and his hair was blowing up!

A scream!

"Fuck—! Master—!"

"You should have left me the shotgun, you old man—!!"

(End of chapter)

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