MTL - Say Yes To Making Bad Games, What the Hell is Titanfall?-Chapter 13 "Who's Dad"
Chapter 13 "Who is the father"
It was near noon before Chu Qingzhou returned to the Golden Wind.
Originally came back in a hurry, and wanted to have an interview with Shen Miaomiao, and also to see what crouching dragon and phoenix chick Gu Sheng recommended.
The result was unexpected.
By the time she arrived at the company, the contract had already been signed!
Chu Qingzhou supported his forehead, secretly sighing Shen Miaomiao's impulsiveness.
But the matter has come to this point, she can only accept it helplessly.
So I thought about going to meet these two people.
In the future, if you don't see you when you look up and see you when you look down, you have to say hello no matter what.
Thinking, Chu Qingzhou greeted Shen Miaomiao, and came outside Gu Sheng's office.
Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, he heard the voice of discussion in the room—
"I am your father."
"Why don't you be my father, it's more appropriate."
"I don't think so well, who is your father?"
"Are you a father?"
"I'm dad, right?"
"Otherwise, who is the father?"
"Hey, yes, this is good, whoever wins is the father, I think it's good..."
Listening to the discussion in the room, Chu Qingzhou at the door was petrified!
What the **** are they talking about? !
Ethical baggage?
Why would someone start a discussion about who is whose father?
It sounds like these three people are discussing seniority!
What's this?
Is there a large-scale father-recognition scene?
Are they out of their minds?
I remember our recruiters want resumes, right?
Why do these three people seem to come in with a case?
One time!
Chu Qingzhou couldn't help doubting his life.
He even took two steps back and looked at the number plate next to Gu Sheng's office door.
Game Director Office—Golden Wind.
Right?
This is our company, not a ward?
After a long while, Chu Qingzhou's hand that wanted to knock on the door slowly fell, listening to the discussion in the room about the brain-dead question of "who is who's father", his eyes were full of helplessness, and even a little desperate.
never mind.
It's better not to disturb the patient exchange meeting of these three people.
What if they bite?
The company is valuable, and the price of life is even higher.
Chu Qingzhou nodded.
I'd better stay away from this group of people.
Fear of infection.
…
"...Then let's call it "Who Is Dad"?"
In the office.
After intense discussions among the three, the name of the new game project was finalized, which was "WhosYourDaddy (WhosYourDaddy.
Cleverly fits the gameplay, and at the same time can make players who have experienced the game process laugh.
"I will leave the main schedule to you,"
Gu Sheng said:
"You can choose the engine yourself. It doesn't need to be too expensive, or the more basic the better."
"OK,"
Lu Bian nodded and smacked his lips again:
"But why choose the junior one? Didn't the little Nezha say that he is not afraid of burning money, and the more expensive the better?"
“The quality of the game will be too good, which is not conducive to the performance of the picture,”
Gu Sheng said:
"You two also read the plan just now, our game focuses on an abstraction,"
“If you use an engine with a high degree of automation and rendering, the quality of the finished game will be high, which is not conducive to the expression of abstract style.”
"Ah... yes." Lu Bian understood Gu Sheng's words.
Although I don't know why Lao Gu deliberately lowered the quality of the game's performance, since the boss said so, he just implements it.
"As for Oe,"
Gu Sheng continued to explain:
"This work requires you to restrain your skills as much as possible. The stupider the modeling, the better,"
"Have you seen those online "Titanic made after three years of animation" and "Frozen made after three years of animation"?"
"Model me in that style."
"Huh?" This request was a bit difficult for Dajiang.
As we all know, getting a singer to deliberately go out of tune is much more difficult than teaching a person who is out of tune to sing.
"Brother Sheng, you asked me to refine the modeling, I am good at it, but that kind of..."
Da Jiang was quite embarrassed:
"I... try my best to go in the direction of garbage..."
"If you don't know how to do it, just ask a professional trash with you,"
Gu Sheng waved his hand:
"Ask how their final design only got 10 out of 100 points, and learn from learning failure experience."
Speaking of this, Gu Sheng thought of something again: "Oh, by the way, Dajiang, and remember not to do collision detection."
"Don't do...collision detection?"
Dajiang was a little confused:
"But if you don't build a model to correspond to the collision body and do collision detection, the game is easy to wear the model."
"All I want is to wear the mold,"
Gu Sheng was talking, and looked at the two of them:
"Model-wearing bugs, collisions, and out-of-scale ratios, as long as you can think of non-vicious flashback bugs, I want them all, Understand?"
emmmmmmmmmm...
Lu Bian and Da Jiang pondered for a moment, then shrugged: "It's not particularly stupid, but I understand what you mean."
"That's fine, just do it,"
Gu Sheng waved his hand:
"I'll take care of the boss."
"Just waiting for your words!"
Hearing this, Lu Bian and Da Jiang rejoiced.
If someone takes the initiative to carry the pot, what a fart!
It's worse than bad!
It's done!
…
Two weeks in a blink of an eye!
Friday at seven o'clock.
Generally, Golden Wind refuses to work overtime.
But today is the day when the game is officially completed.
As the game director, Gu Sheng needs to lead his own team to make a project summary report for President Nezha and demonstrate it.
If there is no problem, it is necessary to arrange the online time.
As the presenters, Gu Sheng and Lu Xu arrived at the conference room first.
"Brother Sheng, is it really okay to just use this broken game?"
Looking at the poor 'art plan' that was as thin as a cicada's wing in front of him, Xu Dajiang was full of worries.
"I see Xuan,"
Lu Bian, who was tinkering with the projection, said:
"Others' games try to avoid bugs as much as possible, but our game is good. If there are no bugs, even if there are bugs."
"You two know a hammer,"
Gu Sheng pouted:
"This is called a game feature, do you understand? It's really... A sparrow knows the ambition of a grand swan!"
"Big brother, can you stop messing with idioms?"
The landside connected to the projection was shocked:
"As far as our forced game is a fluffy egg at best, how do you always know that it looks like a swan?"
is talking!
As soon as the door of the meeting room rang, little Nezha walked in, followed by the big secret Chu Qingzhou.
Little Nezha seemed in good spirits.
After all, I have seen Gu Sheng's plan before, which can be called the pinnacle of postmodern abstraction.
Shen Miaomiao is very curious about how bad Gu Sheng's work will be this time.
After greeting each other, Gu Sheng came to the side of the projection and looked at Little Nezha:
"Then Mr. Shen started on my side?"
"Well, Director Gu, please." Shen Miaomiao nodded, motioning for Gu Sheng to start.
"Then I'll get straight to the point,"
Gu Sheng said:
"The project of this phase is finally named "Who is Dad", the development period is 18 days, and the investment cost is about 100,000 yuan,"
"The staff salary is about 28,000 yuan, the engine cost is about 25,000 yuan, and the sound effects, UI, art and other materials are about 50,000 yuan,"
"The price of the game is 5 yuan, the type is a role-playing puzzle game, and the tentative release time is 8:00 pm tomorrow..."
(end of this chapter)
