Game Design: It is Very Simple For You To Fill In?

"That's how he signed the contract with you?"

After sending Carter away, Song Shan also learned the cause and effect from Ye Feng's mouth.

He really didn't expect that the other party signed such a contract just for the transfer.

"However, there is too much pressure to release a new game before October." Song Shan took a breath helplessly.

As a game producer, he has always known that making games is not an easy task.

Although Ye Feng gave a perfect planning plan for dead cells before, there are also specific equipment plots and other settings.

But he has always regarded it as a product of Ye Feng's preparation for a long time. If Ye Feng also intends to make games well in the future, then the next game must not be used indiscriminately. Players' reputation is a very important thing.

"Otherwise, let's release another Dead Cells 2. Although it's nothing but fried rice, there should be many players who want to know the story of the protagonist after he got out of reincarnation." Song Shan walked up and down the office anxiously.

"Ah? Didn't you agree? Our next game will be released in three months." Ye Feng looked at him suspiciously. It's only April now, and July will be three months later, so there's no time left.

"That's fine, let's make Dead Cells 2. While it's still hot, let's speed up and make progress." Song Shan nodded affirmatively.

"Now that there are so many people in the studio, we can definitely complicate the plot, make the game bigger, and speed up the progress." The more Song Shan thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was feasible.

"No, we don't make cold rice." Ye Feng quickly interrupted his thoughts.

"We're making new games."

"Have you got an idea? Have a plan?" Song Shan looked at Ye Feng in surprise.

"Well, I wanted to have a meeting with everyone to talk about the next game after I recruited people. Now that you have asked, let me tell you about it first." Ye Feng got up and walked to his desk, and took out a game from the drawer. documents.

There are only a few crisp words on the white A4 paper.

"This is my war?" Song Shan couldn't help but read out, "What is this? A war game?"

"That's right, it's not." Ye Feng shook his head, "Didn't the players always say that the game we made is very simple? This time I want them to admit that they can't play this good game."

"And besides this game, I have other ideas."

"Do you still remember the book you saw after the dead cells were revived every time? There is a book that you can check under the countless containers and hanging bottles. That book is called Independence Legend." Ye Feng led the topic to the dead cells superior.

Song Shan nodded, and he had seen too many scenes of restarting, and passed by the book many times.

Only after checking it two or three times at the beginning, he never read the content of the book again, but he still vaguely remembered the general content of the book.

There are other stories in that book, and some mysterious sentences seem to be some kind of hints... But until the end of the game, the players did not decipher the content of this string of text.

"Do you still remember the content in it? There is a string of text written like this, [This article is called "Hollow Knight", "How many times can you chop and jump in a row? ”], at that time, the cell man said in surprise, ‘Splitting and jumping? Is there such an operation?!’”

"Stop!" Song Shan felt that his head was going to grow big. If he heard correctly, Ye Feng already had many game settings, and he had already put the easter egg content in the previous game content.

"Is it true?" Song Shan stared at Ye Feng, feeling that this friend suddenly became extremely strange.

Why did he get the hang of it all of a sudden?

"It's true, so you don't have to worry about not having the next game." Ye Feng said with a smile.

"But, why do you want to bring me with you? I don't know anything... My grades in school are not good..." Song Shan muttered to himself, Ye Feng was very strict in screening resumes, even if he was a newcomer, he Almost all students with excellent grades are looking for.

And he was only able to complete a little basic work, so Ye Feng gave himself 1% of the shares.

Regardless of how little one percent is, just the dividends from making dead cells are wealth that he will struggle to fight for in his life.

"I lost my money before, and you took me to dinner, what did you say?" Ye Feng punched him in the chest.

He has sorted out the memory of the original owner, and he also knows their past. It can be said that in the entire student life, only Song Shan has sincerely associated with him.

When Ye Feng rejected Yogame's invitation to join the company, only Song Shan was really angry, thinking that you had wasted an excellent opportunity.

Capabilities can be developed and grown.

My brother just grows a little slower, and he just needs to drag two more mountains that he can't climb.

And now I'm in a helicopter with only one person with me,

not a problem.

"Okay, I won't struggle anymore, who told me my life is safe?" Song Shan laughed.

Holding the latest plan in his hand, he walked to the outside office area, "Everyone stop what you are doing, our Black Star designer wants to have a small meeting with you."

As he spoke, he shook the new game planning plan in his hand, "The new game starts today, and we are ready to set sail."

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at the planning plan in Song Shan's hands. In the past few days after joining the company, they were all doing familiar work and maintaining the previous game. They thought it would take a long time to make the next game.

So fast?

When Ye Feng came to the meeting room, everyone was already seated in it. He walked towards the first place and inserted the USB flash drive in his hand into the computer in front of him.

"Now I'm going to tell you about an anti-traditional war game."

While speaking, a picture appeared on the huge screen behind him.

The wall on the screen is full of cracks, and most of the wall skin has fallen off. Everything in the house is already covered with dust that is difficult to wipe off.

A woman hugged a man tightly. There was a blown hole in his chest, and blood stained his clothes and arms bright red.

The woman rested her head on the dead man's head, weeping silently.

On the edge of the wall, a man sat with his face in his hands,

There was no light in the house, only a little light came in from the boarded windows.

In the room, a child in tatters was holding a teddy bear with missing arms and legs in one hand, watching the scene indifferently.

"This time in the game, the player is not a soldier but a civilian, and what the player has to do is to survive in the war-torn city."

Classic games can be written, but it is definitely different from before.