Game Development Giant

Sato looked at the arcade display screen that was still flashing fluorescent lights in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on his face. He just saw a blood-red KO on the screen, and under the word KO, there was another The word perfect in golden color.

"This is impossible!"

He clenched his fists hard, his eyes widened, and he growled lowly.

But Umehara Daigo just sat on the side with an expressionless expression, as if he had just perfectly killed many of Sato himself.

Umehara Daigo's friends also began to taunt Sato constantly. These sarcastic voices made Sato, who was already blushing, even more embarrassed. He wanted to directly blast these young kids away from here. , but looking at the crowd slowly surrounding him to watch the fun, he was afraid of losing more face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Sato, who is known as Sakaimu's unmatched opponent, actually lost. It's really rare..."

At this time, a surprising voice full of ridicule @无 @无码 @.s.s.s.s.s. sarcastic tone suddenly sounded and passed into Sato's ears. The speaker was a carefree man with colorfully dyed hair. A young man wearing a leather coat and a huge earring on his ear.

Sato turned his head and glanced at the person who came, and then his blushing face instantly darkened. He knew the person who was coming. He was an enemy of his before when he was playing with Yakuza. "Yamano, what are you doing here?" Sato looked at the visitor and said in a cold tone.

The one whom Sato called Yamano snorted disdainfully. He looked around, then smacked his lips and said, "Hey, if it weren't for the fact that the registration form for the Mars Entertainment competition around here must be here, you must have it here." Come and get it, do you think I’m going to come to this crappy place like yours?”

As he spoke, the young man named Yamano moved his gaze to Umehara Daigo, who was sitting next to Sato. Only then did he realize that the person who perfectly killed Sato was a child less than ten years old. The look on his face A flash of surprise flashed through him. Although he has never competed with Sato in "Street Fighter", Sato is still very famous in the neighborhood. It is said that he recently became a master and his level has improved so much that he is said to have no opponent in the Sakai generation.

But now he actually lost to a child less than ten years old?

There was a suspicious look on Yamano's face. The two thoughts that Sato was a parallel import and that he was perfectly killed by a kid kept floating in his mind. As for the idea that this kid was a master, he never thought about it. It came to mind, don't be kidding, how can a ten-year-old child have such a high level if he doesn't have any abilities. "I'm so disappointed. You can't even beat a primary school boy."

Yamano's face was full of ridicule, and his tone was rude. His words not only made Sato's face bloodshot, but also made Umehara Daigo's friends look unhappy. They stared at Yamano with wide eyes: " What are you talking about as a primary school student! Come on if you have the skills, it sounds like you are better than a primary school student! Meiyuan said something before, some people who like to scold primary school students when they are not good enough when they lose, are themselves primary school students!"

"snort!"

Yamano snorted and looked at Umehara Daigo. Although he didn't think a primary school student was that strong, after all, it was this primary school student who had easily defeated the famous Sato, so he thought for a moment, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sullen face next to him. Sato. He immediately made up his mind: "How about I compete with you."

Ten minutes later.

It was still on the flickering fluorescent arcade screen. Under the blood-red ko writing was the golden word perfect.

Yamano, who was still arrogant and domineering before, was just like Sato before, his face was red with shame.

At this time, he was still looking at the screen in a daze. His eyes were distracted, and he didn't really believe what he had just experienced personally, and he had no power to fight back. And he turned his head with difficulty and saw Sato standing aside with his arms folded and sneering. The look in Sato's eyes at this time was clearly visible in his eyes: You are nothing more than that.

But Shanye clenched his fists hard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled: "Come again!"

Obviously, he didn't want to admit defeat.

However, the ending was no different from the last time. Then Yamano continued to roar and come again. He fought with Umehara Daigo seven times. All seven times were undisputed perfect kills. Umehara Daigo used his character from beginning to end. The Garrett who randomly arrived with Sato at the beginning.

Originally, after Sato lost for the first time, he was a little dissatisfied. Originally, he wanted to shout again, but before he could say it, he was ridiculed by his rival Yamano.

Moreover, he had seen the competition between Umehara Daigo and Yamano just now. To be honest, Yamano's level was not bad. He thought to himself that even if it was him, he would probably be at this level, but someone who was almost at the same level as him, In the hands of this elementary school student, he had almost no power to fight back, and he did it seven times in a row. This time, Shanye's face was greatly humiliated.

Yamano, who had lost seven times in a row, couldn't stay here anymore and ran out with a red face, not even caring about coming to get the registration list.

Then, Sato said to Umehara Daigo with a slight apology: "I really underestimated you before. It seems that you were not lying when you said you could beat Yamada-senpai." While sighing, Sato went to the counter. He took out a registration form, handed it to Umehara Daigo, and said with a smile: "If you come to my place to play in the future, I will give it to you for free."

Umehara Daigo took the registration form handed over and bowed politely. To be honest, the two people just now didn't even let him warm up.

At the same time, far away in the headquarters of Mars Entertainment in the United States, Jester had just established a game development team and was having their first collective discussion meeting after their formation. John Carmack was also on the list. In addition to being the Unreal Engine i Engine In addition to the author of "Fire Emblem", he is also the chief programmer of the development team that is about to be formed. There are not many people present, only a dozen people, compared to the nearly thirty people when Jester developed "Fire Emblem" The team size is much smaller.

But these people are all elites drawn from the entire Mars Entertainment.

They all sat quietly in their seats. Although some people would whisper a few words from time to time, the entire venue was still very quiet.

About ten minutes later, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and Jester strode in.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to Jester. Jester held a videotape in his hand. Everyone's eyes were focused on that videotape. Jester had told them before that before setting up this development team , he and Carmack made a deo of the game, and then used this deo to make a video, hoping that before the official development, everyone involved in the development would realize what kind of game this is. .

Jester came to the front of the conference room, where there was a video recorder. He inserted the video tape in his hand and pressed the light. While waiting for the video recorder to read the video tape, Jester said nothing. He looked at the venue, and everyone present looked at him with a curious expression. Obviously, the people who came to participate in this development group were all interested in this FPS game that Jester had kept secret. Extremely curious.

Then, Jester sat down in his seat, with a smile on his face, and continued to quietly observe everyone's expressions.

As the video tape played, everyone's expressions changed from curiosity to surprise, and then their mouths opened wide, with disbelief in their eyes. Jester was very satisfied with what he saw in front of him, because it was all in his eyes. As expected, he knew very well the power of the FPS produced with the 3D engine during the first interview. It was simply not something that someone who had never been exposed to such a game could resist.

deo was not long, and after it was played, the conference room fell into silence for a long time. No one could believe what they just saw. After a long time, someone finally broke the silence. A planner stood up and asked the question that everyone present wanted to know the answer to: "Is this really a picture that can be developed on SS?".

Jester stood up, the expression on his face was as confident as when he was developing "Fire Emblem" two years ago. He put his hands on the desk and answered with two words in an unquestionable tone: "Yes."

After a while, warm applause erupted in the conference room, and after the applause, there were continuous cheers.

"What are you waiting for, do-it!"

Almost everyone clenched their fists hard, waved them fiercely, and said similar words in their mouths to vent their excitement at the moment, because they had watched Jester give After they demonstrated the video of this deo, they knew what kind of game they were designing with their boss, the greatest game designer in the world.

This cheering lasted for more than ten minutes before it ended, while Jester kept watching without saying a word, with a smile on his face.

He glanced at Carmack. Carmack had worked hard to complete this deo. At this time, Carmack's face was also filled with a smile from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until the scene became quiet again that Jester clapped his hands and asked the people present to turn their attention to him again. He once again glanced at everyone present and saw that it was easy. From the faces of these people, we can see the excitement that is difficult to conceal.

Then he said with a smile.

"The type of game we are going to make is fps, frst-persnl-stng-ge, first-person shooting. The name of the game is "Quake"."

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