| 11-22-2003, 04:13 AM | #1 |
On what should we put more of our concentration? Either to polish some element or to make all element be average. Do you perfer a game with a very strong element or a game with everything everage? |
| 11-22-2003, 07:57 AM | #2 | |
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Of course you need something very good/not seen before, and most of the things will just be average, but if you just make a totaly average map, i dont think you will get the biggest succes. |
| 11-23-2003, 02:04 PM | #3 |
I would say everyone wants a very developed storyline and quests. A Rpg needs this the most. |
| 11-24-2003, 01:18 AM | #4 |
You need storyline primarily. Everything else is just bonus if you have a good story. Look at the best RPG's you've ever played. Story was key without it you have nothing because a good inventory or good skins or spells will not mean anything if the storyline is too boring to play. |
| 11-26-2003, 02:04 PM | #5 |
I'd just like to say I'm pretty good at stories, if you just tell me the basic stuff you want, I can write up a story. Here's a small excerpt from my scifi story, Seeds of Rebellion: When they reached the interrogation room, many of the same officers that had been in the room as the last interrogation had already arrived. The prisoners had not arrived yet, so the officers had a moment to chat. “Ah, Captain Raiken. So good to see you again.� said a short, fat man by the name of Vice Admiral Tashka. He was in charge of Delta Fleet's 15th and 16th Fighter Squadrons, the Burning Devils. Tashka was known for his attacks on Rebel outposts in the Southeastern sector of Confederate space. Although he gained the fame for these daring and sly raids, his chief tactician was the one who created all the battle schemes for the fleet. Tashka himself could no more create a good strategy than tie his shoes. The man had at least four chins, and it disgusted Raiken to even look at him. “The same goes for me.� Raiken replied in his most gracious tone, hiding his sarcasm as if he really meant what he said. “How is the prisoners' morale?� “Fairly low.� replied Admiral Wolov. “We've almost broken them.� Wolov was a tall, stalwart man with a “dashing� mustache—as he liked to call it. “So you believe that they will succumb to this interrogation?� Raiken asked. “I think that this interrogation should be quite interesting.� “Indeed.� Vice Admiral Tashka snorted. Raiken only crossed his arms. “Ah, I'd almost forgotten.� Tashka announced, pointing to a man standing by his side, “This is Captain Thomas.� The man extended out his hand to Raiken. “I don't believe we've met.� he said, “Captain James Thomas, Burning Devils.� “Captain Harmond Raiken, Border Patrol, part of the Northwest Fleet.� Raiken replied, taking the man's hand. “Captain Thomas here is my best pilot. He was responsible for the destruction of the Triton Outpost.� Tashka bragged. It was clear that he enjoyed doing so, and his fat almost rolled in anticipation. “I've heard much about that attack. And I am half way across the galaxy. It is a pleasure to meet you.� Raiken complimented. “The pleasure is all mine.� Thomas replied, “Your reputation precedes you, Captain Raiken.� “As does yours.� Raiken replied modestly. “So sorry to intrude upon your greetings,� interrupted Admiral Wolov, “But I believe the prisoners have arrived.� As Wolov said the words everyone turned around to face the tinted glass panel. The prisoners were entering through the same door as before, guarded by the same guards as before. Raiken noticed that the bloodstain from the day before had completely vanished, there was no trace of the rebellious prisoner left. The prisoners walked over to the same places that they had been before, and made a line. There was a gap where the dead prisoner had stood the previous day. Lieutenant Davis began the interrogation. “Sleep well?� Davis asked sardonically. The prisoners stood unmoved. They had weary faces, and looked like they just about couldn't move even if they wanted to. “I'll take that as a no.� Davis continued to mock the prisoners with scorn, “Well, let's begin. I'm sure you all are familiar with the incident yesterday? So, I'm assuming you know the consequences for actions regarding your behavior in this interrogation? Am I correct?� Davis looked through the glass panel, expecting a unanimous nod of confirmation among the prisoners. He was merely answered with silence and an unmoving tension from the prisoners. Davis enjoyed it. It seemed as if this time they would finally submit to giving him the information that he required. If this interrogation was successful, he was sure to be up for a promotion. And the fact that there was an Admiral present ensured future ranks. Davis began again. “You were captured on the Rebel Cruiser, Zealous. Now, tell me… Just what were you doing?� There was a few seconds of quiet. Davis was just starting to get angry when a prisoner began to speak. “We were doing a sweep of the system. We were just about to head to be refueled, when you—“ Davis quickly interrupted. He was starting to get the information he wanted. “Where were you going to be refueled?� “We were going t—“ The prisoner standing on his left hit him with a hard blow, knocking him back into the wall. “You can't tell them anything you dirty piece of—“ The guards were on the prisoner and restraining him, while simultaneously beating him to pulp. The other prisoner slowly got to his feet, a little shaken up but otherwise fine. The blow from the other prisoner hit him in the middle of the cheek, a little higher and the man's knuckles would be in his cheek bone, a little lower and his fist would have broken his jaw. He rubbed the side of his face a while, before Davis began again. “So where were you going to be refueled again?� he asked, insistent on getting the information he wanted. The prisoner hesitated a moment. He didn't want to get another hit in the face, at least not by his own crewmates. “We…� he said, looking around a little, half-expecting to see another fist heading for his face. When he realized that no fist was coming at him, he continued. “We were heading for Ikeris.� It seemed that all this interrogation business was beginning to pay off. “I see. And tell me, where is this Ikeris?� “It's… It's in Polaris.� the prisoner said. The prisoner seemed to be getting uneasy. “Be more specific.� Davis replied. “I…� the prisoner muttered. He was becoming more and more uneasy. “You what?� Davis questioned the prisoner. He wasn't about to let the man break down now. Not after coming so close. The prisoner still wasn't answering him. “You what?� he persisted, speaking in a louder and more authoritative tone. “I… I don't know.� the man replied. “You don't know what?� Davis asked. This was beginning to annoy him. “I don't know where it is.� the prisoner continued. “Ikeris? You mean you don't know where Ikeris is?� Davis tried to confirm the prisoner. The man gave a slight nod and readdressed himself. “I don't know where Ikeris is. We were supposed to be informed of the location upon arrival in the system.� “So you still don't know where it is?� The prisoner couldn't see it, but Davis was giving him a very bitter look. The prisoner nodded. “Yes. That's all I know.� But Davis wasn't satisfied. “Tell me where it is!� he demanded. “'I don't know' isn't good enough!� “He said he doesn't know!� another prisoner cried. “None of us know where it is! It's bad enough that we've been captured and are betraying our fleet! So just go look in the Polaris system, if you want to find it so badly!� “Watch your tongue, wretch!� Davis bellowed back, instructing the guards to restrain the prisoner. “If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it!� The guards grabbed the man by the arms, and threw him against the wall. He hit it with a loud thud, and the two guards took turns punching him in the gut. With each upward strike, the man's feet came off the floor. Soon blood and saliva spattered out of his mouth. When the guards were done, they flung the battered prisoner onto the cement floor. The other prisoners only stood in horror. If you want to figure out what's going on, tell me. |
| 12-09-2003, 11:13 PM | #6 |
i voted for story but i wish i could vote for skins aswell -Why i voted for story- I want a nice story not one like Thrall marrying arthas and haveing a baby I want a nice awsome storyline and i dont want all the units to look the same so i would like custom skins as well Just my 2 cents -Signed AA |
| 12-10-2003, 01:20 AM | #7 |
I was thinking about customizating the unit by having 2-3 skin per type. The problem is I have to make a copy of the model and its take longer to do. |
| 01-04-2004, 05:07 PM | #8 |
i like side quests to get cool items and spells, (kinda like a treasure hunt :ggani: ) but i don't know where that would fit under... i think quests... *votes for spells/skills* (Now i feel like a hyprocrit!) i like side quests to get cool items and spells, (kinda like a treasure hunt :ggani: ) but i don't know where that would fit under... i think quests... *votes for spells/skills* (Now i feel like a hyprocrit!) |
