Chapter 18 It’s fun to curse someone
Chapter 18 It’s fun to curse someone
Gao Ming feels that the horror games produced by Night Light will definitely become popular, because it won’t take long for players to discover that what they are playing is not a game, but a strategy that can save their lives..
“If you are really worried, we can take out Xuan Wen's line separately, modify it and make a test version to see how players evaluate it." Gao Ming projected the latest design plan on the big screen: "I have always believed that we We are the best team, but customers don’t seem to think so. If we make changes casually according to customer requirements, it will destroy the uniqueness of our game and change the 100-point game to 60-point, so I suggest that the market to test.”
“If we try to do it again now, we really don’t have enough time, so why not give it a try according to Gao Ming’s idea? "Wei Dayou took off his headphones and touched Xia Yang with his shoulder: "Lao Xia, what do you think?？”
“Customers make games to make money, we just need to prove to customers that our games can make money." Xia Yang looked at the big screen. He knew Gao Ming's design style, but he still took a breath after seeing it. Compared to In the previous horror game design, Gao Ming added a lot of details this time, which makes it feel like you have really experienced a supernatural event: "How did you come up with these designs?"？”
“After eating cake with my parents for three days, I realized.”
Seeing the employees gearing up to do something big, Manager Gou hesitated to speak..
As an old man in the industry, he can see the wonderful designs of Gao Ming and Xuan Wen, and also knows that Night Light is best at horror games, but over there he promised his customers to make love games to cater to the market..
“Mr. Gou, believe me, you can definitely do it this time." Gao Ming stood at the front, Wei Dayou and Xuan Wen were slightly behind, and the three game designers "Old, Old and New" expressed their opinions at the same time: "The beta version only has Xuan Wen's line. line, the response was not good, we immediately deleted it and returned to normal love games.”.
After constant persuasion, Manager Gou compromised..
The Night Light Studio seemed to be a sophisticated machine running at high speed, but Manager Gou was not happy at all when he saw all this. Gao Ming printed out more than a dozen copies of old news about the murder design, and photos of the murder scene were plastered all over the studio. , almost covering up the slogan of the love game.
The staff are also discussing the case, taking on the perspective of the victim, and striving to make the most realistic restoration..
“Compared with other love games, our advantage is that the heroine is special." Gao Ming sent the new character design he made to others: "Next, I will make some fine-tuning to ensure that the heroine is closer to the ghost! Give players the feeling of actually encountering a ghost！”
“Do you think you are speaking in human language? "Manager Gou said helplessly..
“This is our specialty！”
No one can remain calm after encountering a real supernatural event. Gao Ming seemed to be stimulated and inspired. He integrated his personal experience into the male protagonist of the game..
“The protagonist chooses to run away and kill directly. If he can't speak, he will be killed. Even if he resists, what kind of krypton gold props do he need? If you can't make a choice in one minute, you'll die! Increase the difficulty！”
“The ghost looks wrong. Her face is not pale, but bloody. The deceased was most likely hung up when he was dying. I need that kind of visual impact! When you wake up in the middle of the night, you see a tragic face beside your bed. She is only thirty centimeters away from you, and her blood is dripping into your eyes.！”
Everyone was filled with enthusiasm again. Mr. Gou thought for a long time, silently took out his mobile phone and made a call to the investors..
“Mr. Zhao, don’t worry, the game is going very smoothly, but after rigorous market analysis and research, we are going to add some small changes... Well, just a small innovation..”
After closing the office door, Manager Gou tried to let the client understand what was about to happen..
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the love game based on the male protagonist's battle royale was initially completed. With the support of Gao Ming's experience gained through practice, this game, not to mention the players, even the colleagues in the studio found it scary..
“The test version has been basically completed. Since we want to gain good reputation, we might as well find a group of familiar players to issue test qualifications and conduct tests within a controllable range. If the trend goes wrong, stop immediately so that we can give an explanation to our customers." After Team Leader Xia finished speaking, Manager Gou quickly nodded in agreement..
“You are so unsure." Gao Ming stood next to the computer, pressing his hands on the desk: "Don't tie yourself up! Don’t set any threshold for players, use all publicity resources to promote it, so that anyone who is interested in this game can play it! When necessary, we can even give players money, and we will use krypton money to let players play.！”
Compared with Manager Gou, Gao Ming seems to be more like a leader. His performance cannot be described as treating the company as his home. It feels like he regards the company as his own life. If the company collapses, he will die..
“You only get one chance, so do your best! "Gao Ming raised the promotional copy in his hand. He slightly modified the name "To Our Mortal Love" provided by the customer. On the first page of the paper was written the new name of the game - "To Our Mortal Love".》.
Nightlight Studio bypassed customers and began to conduct player testing. As a studio ranked at the bottom of Motu Technology, they actually have very few resources to leverage, so the quality of the game must be excellent..
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At 4:30 in the afternoon, Mr. Zhao had talked a lot with Manager Gou before. They had been friends for many years, but brothers still had to settle accounts. He was a little worried about this investment and hoped that Manager Gou could come over in person with the game..
“Nightlight Studio hasn’t released a hit game for a long time, but Gou Youzhi and I are old classmates, so he won’t try to trick me.？”After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhao logged into the industry's largest communication platform. He wanted to search for the latest news about Night Light Studio, but he saw several popular posts in the thriller section..
“There are only a few people in their studio, but they still dare to make two games at the same time.？”
With a trace of curiosity, Mr. Zhao casually clicked on a post. Nightlight Studio released the game under testing for free. The players below were noisy, with one-star negative reviews and five-star positive reviews going hand in hand..
“The comments are extremely divided, which is a bit interesting." Mr. Zhao downloaded the game and looked at the name of the game and fell into deep thought..
“To our mortal love? Why are you copying my idea?？”
Start the game and the gentle, low-key and kind otaku protagonist appears. He lives alone in a warm, healing and sweet haunted house..
“The character design of the protagonist is very ordinary, there seems to be nothing special about it..”
As the sun sank below the horizon, the girly rental house completely changed its appearance. Before Mr. Zhao could react, the protagonist he controlled died tragically..
Sitting in front of the screen, Mr. Zhao looked at the body of the male protagonist that was dragged away, and subconsciously started the game again..
If you sit on the sofa, you will be strangled from behind by something; if you hide in the bathroom, the murderer will break in; the safe in other horror games directly turns into a man-eating mouth in this game; if you want to hide under the bed , as soon as he lifts the bed sheets, he looks directly into the eyes of the murderer; even if he stays still, he will receive various death email threats, gradually driving him crazy..
No one in this game can believe that all NPCs, including parents, are fake, and the whole world seems to want to kill the protagonist..
“I ride a horse！”
Mr. Zhao has been playing for twenty minutes without knowing it. This game has a special magic that can fully arouse the player's emotions. He wants to punch through the screen..
Test promotion continues, and players continue to leave comments.
“I actually died seventeen times in a cohabitation love game! Seventeen times！”
“So realistic! This game spent almost all the money on creating a dead heroine! I don’t know which swindled investor invested in this project..”
“Is there any great god who lived to the seventh day? ! Is this an abnormal death simulator?？”
The popularity of the game is fermenting. This love game started from the horror and thriller section, and gradually entered the eyes of some niche game UP owners, and more and more people noticed it..
At 5:40 in the afternoon, Mr. Zhao, who had died countless times, finally reached the eleventh night. When he frowned and thought about who the murderer was, Manager Gou entered the office with an awkward smile..
“"Old Zhao, I got you two cans of tea, both of which you like." Manager Gou deliberately wanted to avoid the topic of games, but when he put the tea on his desk, he glanced at Mr. Zhao's computer from the corner of his eye. The familiar game screen made the fat on Manager Gou’s face freeze..
“Out of trust in you and the idea of giving you a hand, I feel free to leave the game to you, but it's been a few weeks, and you still have to tell me where the money was spent, right? How is the progress of my love game? "Mr. Zhao did not raise his head, concentrating on controlling the male protagonist of the game to avoid the evil ghost..
Manager Gou thought about all the art of language, and finally whispered: "Aren't you just playing around?？”
The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and Mr. Zhao raised his head, pointing his finger at the game screen, and then slowly moved it towards himself: "Well？”
“Um.”
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