Say Yes To Making Bad Games, What the Hell is Titanfall?

It was near noon that Chu Qingzhou returned to the Golden Wind.

Originally, he came back in a hurry because he wanted to have an interview with Shen Miaomiao, and also to see what Crouching Dragon and Phoenix was recommended by Gu Cheng.

The result was unexpected.

When she arrived at the company, the contract had already been signed!

Chu Qingzhou supported his forehead, and secretly sighed that Shen Miaomiao was impulsive.

But the matter has come to this point, she can only accept it helplessly.

So I decided to meet the two of them.

In the future, if you don't look up and see you when you look down, you have to say hello no matter what.

Thinking about it, 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 sound of discussion in the room——

"I am your father."

"Why don't you be my father, be more specific."

"I don't think so. Who is your father?"

"You are father?"

"I'm dad, right?"

"Otherwise, who is the father?"

"Oh 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 hell are they talking about? !

Ethical baggage?

Why would someone start a discussion about who is whose father?

It sounds like the three of them 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?

for a while!

Chu Qingzhou couldn't help doubting life.

He even took two steps back and looked at the number plate next to Gu Sheng's office door.

Office of the Game Director - 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 higher.

Chu Qingzhou nodded.

I'd better stay away from these people.

Afraid 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 "Whos Your Daddy".

It cleverly fits the gameplay, and at the same time, it can make players who have experienced the game process laugh.

"I'll 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 Little Nezha say that he is not afraid of burning money, the more expensive the better?"

"The quality of the game would be too good in that case, which would not be conducive to the performance of the picture,"

Gu Sheng said:

"You two also read the project proposal just now, our game focuses on an abstraction,"

"If you use an engine with too much automation and rendering, the quality of the finished game will be high, which is not conducive to the expression of abstract style."

"Ah... okay." Lu Bian understood Gu Sheng's words.

Although I don't know why Lao Gu deliberately lowered the quality of the game performance, but since the boss said so, he just implements it.

"As for Da Jiang,"

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 ever seen those "Titanic made after three years of animation learning" and "Frozen and Frozen made after three years of animation learning" on the Internet?"

"Model me in that style."

"Ah?" 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 someone who is out of tune to sing.

"Brother Cheng, you asked me to refine the modeling, I'm good at it, but that kind of..."

Da Jiang was in a difficult situation:

"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 them how they got only 10 out of 100 points for their final project, and learn from their 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?"

Da Jiang 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 a model,"

While talking, Gu Sheng looked at the two of them:

"Model-wearing bugs, collisions, and imbalanced proportions, as long as you can think of non-vicious flashback bugs, I want them all, Understand?"

emmmmmmmmm...

Lu Bian and Da Jiang pondered for a moment, then shrugged: "It's not particularly rude, but I understand what you mean."

"That's all right, and it's done,"

Gu Sheng waved his hand:

"Boss, I'll take care of that."

"Just waiting for your words!"

Hearing this, Lu Bian and Da Jiang rejoiced.

If someone takes the initiative to carry the pot, it's a fart!

It's worse!

It's all over!

...

Two weeks in a blink of an eye!

Seven o'clock on Friday night.

Under normal circumstances, 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 Xiao Nezha and demonstrate it.

If there is no problem, it is necessary to arrange an online time.

As the demo party, Gu Sheng and Lu Xu arrived at the meeting room first.

"Brother Cheng, is it really okay to just use this broken game?"

Looking at the poor 'art plan' in front of him, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, 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... the sparrow knows the ambition of the grand swan!"

"Big brother, can you stop messing with idioms?"

Lu Bian who was connected to the projection was shocked:

"As far as our forced game is considered a fluffy egg at best, how do you always know that it looks like a swan?"

Talking!

As soon as the door of the meeting room rang, little Nezha came 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 post-modern abstraction.

Shen Miaomiao was very curious about how bad Gu Sheng's work would 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, signaling Gu Sheng to start.

"Then I'll get straight to the point,"

Gu Sheng said:

"This project 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. It is a role-playing puzzle game. The tentative launch time is tomorrow at 8:00 pm..."