11-08-2005, 04:20 AM
Avernum IV
That's the game.
There is a remarkably high standard for these games... To get the bugs out. I am feeling slightly burned out. I can't say why exactly due to non disclosure agreements, but the game is huge. Really farking huge. So stupidly large is the game world that it has become a daunting task to deal with everything that must be dealt with. Imagine every explorable area in Diablo II and the expansion Lord of Distruction. Now imagine something a good deal larger. No, larger. Keep going.
I still love what I do, I am just a wee bit burnt out.
All for the love of the game though.
I only said something because we all love our games here. It can be hard to love them when they become work though. I was just peeved and venting. I mean, this is a gaming site, right? And when we play, we talk about the game. Why should it be any different when we are working?
RPGs are just the most frusterating sorts of games to beta test. That's all. There is entirely to much involved sorting everything out.
That's the game.
There is a remarkably high standard for these games... To get the bugs out. I am feeling slightly burned out. I can't say why exactly due to non disclosure agreements, but the game is huge. Really farking huge. So stupidly large is the game world that it has become a daunting task to deal with everything that must be dealt with. Imagine every explorable area in Diablo II and the expansion Lord of Distruction. Now imagine something a good deal larger. No, larger. Keep going.
I still love what I do, I am just a wee bit burnt out.
All for the love of the game though.
I only said something because we all love our games here. It can be hard to love them when they become work though. I was just peeved and venting. I mean, this is a gaming site, right? And when we play, we talk about the game. Why should it be any different when we are working?
RPGs are just the most frusterating sorts of games to beta test. That's all. There is entirely to much involved sorting everything out.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."