Chapter 47: If You Could Only Play One Game in Your Lifetime
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Sign contracts, provide requirements, make payments, send guests away.
Lincoln happily bundled up a whole bunch of tasks and threw them at Liang Tian, fully demonstrating the so-called “trust from the boss”.
After sending Liang Tian away, Lincoln felt light-hearted once again.
The adaptation of “Assassins’ Alliance” had temporarily run into a bottleneck, and Lincoln had announced a collective research mode for the Dream Cloud Studio.
In other words, everyone would take a break and see if any inspiration came when they let their brains run wild.
The main reason for the bottleneck was that Lincoln found the original plot a bit parochial and worried that players wouldn’t find it thrilling enough.
For example, such an exciting train battle had only father and son duos fighting one-on-one, at most with Firefox shooting a few guns on the side.
Although the train breaking and falling off a cliff scene was big, it was just a big scene – there wasn’t enough interaction.
So Lincoln felt that there should be at least a few squads of enemies, right?
If players follow the plot closely during the first clearance, they might just kill “Old Dad”, but what if players play again and know the identity of “Old Dad”?
Even if there’s no multiple playthroughs for players, what about those who have read spoilers on the internet?
So they need to consider situations like players not shooting “Old Dad” and directly going to the task location to find the killer “Cross” and shout “Dad”. How to handle that?
So, what if they set up dozens of gunmen to ambush, and then staged an epic battle where father and son fight together side by side? Wouldn’t that be thrilling?
This idea took root, and many plot parts could be expanded in terms of combat scale.
And this would further increase the difficulty of modifying the plot.
So Lincoln decided to put it on hold for now and work on scenes, weapons, vehicles, skills, and upgrade systems first. As for the rest, they would brainstorm when they had more people.
For now, almost everything that could be done was done, and everyone was temporarily on vacation.
As far as Lincoln knew, Little Chun was playing multiple rounds of “Traveler of the Wind” to make the floral patterns on the white robe more magnificent.
As for Randall, he began learning more complicated virtual world construction technology. This technology was complex and much more than just making modifications and adjustments using Lincoln’s development tools in the framework built by Mavis.
To truly master this technology might cost him a quarter of his hair.
This might be the price of becoming stronger.
Lincoln didn’t have much to say about it, just let him go for it, after all, Little Chun probably didn’t mind her boyfriend becoming bald.
Probably…
Anyway, the Dream Cloud Studio was on a break, and Lincoln had nothing to do.
After eating lunch, he continued to go to the virtual world’s spaceship to hang out with Mavis.
Now they were in the bridge of the spaceship, with a double-seated small sofa, a TV, a game console, and a small refrigerator.
Mavis was very considerate and didn’t always dominate the games, allowing Lincoln to maintain a certain gaming experience.
He didn’t know if it was because she was afraid that if Lincoln got beaten too badly, he would never play with her again.
Coming here once again, Lincoln leaned back on the familiar sofa.
He didn’t know if Mavis had had enough of showing off these past few days, but she had now resumed her original appearance, jumping onto the sofa, squeezing in beside Lincoln, her two smooth little feet swinging back and forth.
“Master, you’re here to play with Mavis!”
“Yeah.” Lincoln nodded while opening a can of Fatty Happy Water and chugging it down.
Lincoln felt that this was one of the best things about virtual reality: he could drink Fatty Happy Water as much as he wanted without getting full, gaining weight or running out of it.
All worries cease to exist, leaving only pure happiness!
“Mavis wants some too!” Mavis didn’t get up from Lincoln’s lap either, but stretched out her arm toward the small refrigerator to grab a cola. Her soft belly rubbed against Lincoln’s thigh.
“Stop! Don’t move! I’ll get it for you!” Lincoln quickly grabbed a can of Fatty Happy Water and stuffed it in her hand.
Mavis took the drink and, without bothering to sit down, rested on Lincoln and said, “Master, a lot of media outlets were praising you today! Do you want to
“See! Why wouldn’t I see!”
Then Mavis opened a window for each piece of news and Lincoln looked at them one by one.
“Revolutionary technology! Perfect game!”
“Both a genius scientist and a genius game developer!”
“How much favor must the heavens bestow upon a person to grant him so many talents?”
“An amazing level of aesthetics accomplishment and an incredible journey.”
“With his own strength, he elevates the game to the level of art!”
Dazzling praise that even Lincoln couldn’t help but admire.
Don’t misunderstand; Lincoln didn’t admire their ability to come up with catchy headlines.
What he admired was the fact that some of these media outlets, just a few days ago, were pointing out problems with “Traveler of the Wind” and saying that Lincoln was wasting his talents and didn’t know how to make games. But now, only on the second day after the game’s official launch, these media smell the scent of success and quickly change their stance, praising the genius producer and the perfect game.
Lincoln doesn’t find this conduct nauseating, after all, they are telling the truth.
It’s just that the sharp noses and shamelessness of these fence-sitting factions are inevitably a little annoying.
At the same time, he also noticed that game media scores were coming in one after another.
“Game Player” — “10 points! Undoubtedly a masterpiece!” “Games in Progress” — “10 points! Perfect, impeccable!” “Focus Point” — ”10 points! Unbelievable journey!”
“Blue Bird Times” — “10 points! A new era for casual games!”
“Game Observer” — “10 points! The man who creates miracles and the journey of a miracle!”
For these unfamiliar game media, Lincoln basically just glanced at the score and then skipped after the headline.
He did pay close attention to two familiar game media.
One was “Game Starry Sky,” which had previously taken money from NetDragon and led the online rhythm saying that Lincoln “has scientific research talent, but no game-making talent.”
Ultimately, the heads of this media outlet relented and changed their earlier estimate from “3-5 points” to “8 points.”
But, from their rating and comments, you can still see their professional ethics: Since they took money, they should at least give some response. “A high degree of completion and exceptional aesthetics in a personal game, but slightly off-trend for the current market and players.”
As a tool, they still wanted to maintain an air of respectability! Lincoln sneered in his heart, and closed the window with his hand.
Then he said to Mavis, “Mavis, do me a favor and add this media outlet to the blacklist.”
“Sure! Leave it to Mavis!” Mavis skillfully logged into Lincoln’s Spiritual Rhinoceros account.
However, instead of posting a new update, she found the previous post announcing the media blacklist, changed “18 houses” to “19 houses,” and added “Game Starry Sky.”
Lincoln didn’t mind, as he had already turned his attention to the coverage of the “Game Base” media outlet that had once accepted his invitation.
“10 points out of 10!”
“If a person can only play one game in his life, then I hope you will definitely play this one!”