Strange game designer

Chapter 18 It’s fun to curse someone
Gao Ming feels that the horror games produced by Night Light will definitely become popular, because it won’t take long for players to discover that what they are playing is not a game, but a strategy that can save their lives.

"If you are really worried, we can take out Xuan Wen's line separately, modify it and make a test version to see how players evaluate it." Gao Ming projected the latest design plan on the big screen: "I have always believed We are the best team, but customers don’t seem to think so. If we make changes casually according to customer requirements, it will destroy the uniqueness of our game and change a [-]-point game to [-] points, so I suggest that we let Let the market test it.”

"It's really too late to do it again now, so why not give it a try according to Gao Ming's idea?" Wei Dayou took off his headphones and touched Xia Yang with his shoulder: "Old Xia, what do you think?"

"Customers play games to make money. We just need to prove to customers that our games can make money." Xia Yang looked at the big screen. He knew Gao Ming's design style, but he still took a breath after seeing it.Compared with previous horror game designs, Gao Ming added a lot more details this time, which makes it feel like you have really experienced a supernatural event: "How did you come up with these designs?"

"After eating cake with my parents for three days, I finally became enlightened."

Seeing the employees gearing up to do something big, Manager Gou hesitated to speak.

As an old man in the industry, he can see the wonderful designs of Gao Ming and Xuan Wen, and he also knows that Night Light is best at thriller games, but he promised his customers to make romance games to cater to the market.

"Mr. Gou, believe me, you can definitely do it this time." Gao Ming stood at the front, Wei Dayou and Xuan Wen were slightly behind. The three game designers "old, old and new" simultaneously expressed their opinions: "The only one in the beta version is Xuan Wen." If the response is not good, we will delete it immediately and return to the normal love game."

After constant persuasion, Manager Gou compromised.

The Night Light Studio seemed to be a sophisticated machine running at high speed, but Manager Gou was not happy at all when he saw all this. Gao Ming printed out more than a dozen copies of old news about the murder design, and photos of the murder scene were plastered all over the studio. , almost covering up the slogan of the love game.

The staff are also discussing the case, taking on the perspective of the victim, and striving for the most realistic restoration.

"Compared with other love games, our advantage is that the heroine is more special." Gao Ming sent the new character design he made to others: "Next, I will make some fine-tuning to ensure that the heroine is closer to the ghost! Let the players feel like It really feels like meeting a ghost!”

"Do you think what you are saying is human language?" Manager Gou said helplessly.

“This is our specialty!”

No one can remain calm after encountering a real supernatural event. Gao Ming seemed to be stimulated and inspired. He integrated his personal experience into the male protagonist of the game.

"The protagonist chooses to run away and kill directly. If he can't say anything, he will be killed. Even if he resists, what kind of kryptonite props do he want? If he can't make a choice in 1 minute, he will die! The difficulty increases!"

"The ghost looks wrong. Her face is not pale, but bloody. The deceased was most likely hung up when he was dying. I need that kind of visual impact! I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a tragic death beside the bed. Face, she is only thirty centimeters away from you, blood is dripping into your eyes!"

Everyone was filled with enthusiasm again. Mr. Gou thought for a long time, silently took out his mobile phone and made a call to the investors.

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, the game is going very smoothly, but after rigorous market analysis and research, we are going to add some small changes...well, just a small innovation."

After closing the office door, Manager Gou tried to let the client understand what was about to happen.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the love game based on the male protagonist's battle royale was initially completed. With the support of Gao Ming's experience gained through practice, this game, not to mention the players, even the colleagues in the studio found it scary.

"The test version has basically been completed. Since we want to gain word-of-mouth, we might as well find a group of familiar players to issue test qualifications and conduct tests within a controllable range. If the trend goes wrong, stop immediately so that we can give an explanation to our customers. "After Team Leader Xia finished speaking, Manager Gou quickly nodded in agreement.

"You are so unconfident." Gao Ming stood next to the computer, pressing his hands on the desk: "Don't tie yourself up! Don't set any threshold for players, use all publicity resources to promote it, and let anyone who is interested in this game You can play it all! If necessary, we can even give players money, and we will make money for them to play!"

Compared with Manager Gou, Gao Ming seems to be more like a leader. His performance cannot be described as treating the company as his home. It feels like he regards the company as his own life. If the company collapses, he will die. .

"You only have one chance, you must go all out!" Gao Ming raised the promotional copy in his hand. He slightly modified the name "To Our Fading Love" provided by the customer, and the new name of the game was written on the first page of the paper. ——"To Our Mortal Love".

Nightlight Studio bypassed customers and began to conduct player testing. As a studio ranked at the bottom of Motu Technology, they actually have very few resources to leverage, so the quality of the game must be excellent.

……

04:30 PM, Mr. Zhao had talked a lot with Manager Gou before. They have been friends for many years, but brothers still have to settle accounts. He is a little worried about this investment and hopes that Manager Gou can come over in person with the game. . "Nightlight Studio hasn't released a hit game for a long time, but Gou Youzhi and I are old classmates, so he won't trick me, right?"

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhao logged into the industry's largest communication platform. He wanted to search for the latest news about Night Light Studio, but he saw several popular posts in the thriller section.

"There are only a few people in their studio, so they dare to make two games at the same time?"

With a trace of curiosity, Mr. Zhao casually clicked on a post. Night Light Studio released the game under testing for free. The players below were noisy, with one-star negative reviews and five-star reviews going hand in hand.

"The comments are extremely divided, which is a bit interesting." Mr. Zhao downloaded the game and looked at the name of the game and fell into deep thought.

"To our mortal love? Why are you copying my idea?"

Start the game and the gentle, low-key and kind otaku protagonist appears. He lives alone in a warm, healing and sweet haunted house.

"It's a very ordinary protagonist's character, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it."

As the sun sank below the horizon, the girlish rental house completely changed its appearance. Before Mr. Zhao could react, the protagonist he controlled died tragically.

Sitting in front of the screen, Mr. Zhao looked at the body of the male protagonist that was dragged away, and subconsciously started the game again.

If you sit on the sofa, you will be strangled from behind by something; if you hide in the bathroom, the murderer will break in; the safe in other horror games directly turns into a man-eating mouth in this game; if you want to hide under the bed , as soon as he lifts the bed sheets, he looks directly into the eyes of the murderer; even if he stays still, he will receive various death email threats, gradually driving him crazy.

No one in this game can believe that all NPCs, including parents, are fake, and the whole world seems to want to kill the protagonist.

"I ride a horse!"

Mr. Zhao has been playing for 10 minutes without knowing it. This game has a special magic that can fully arouse the player's emotions, making him want to punch through the screen.

Test promotion continues, and players continue to leave comments.

"I actually died seventeen times in a cohabitation dating game! Seventeen times!"

"It's so realistic! Almost all the money in this game was used to create a dead heroine! I don't know which swindled investor invested in this project."

"Is there any master who survived to the seventh day?! Is this an abnormal death simulator?"

The popularity of the game is fermenting. This love game started from the horror and thriller section, and gradually entered the eyes of some niche game UP owners, and more and more people noticed it.

At 11:[-] in the afternoon, Mr. Zhao, who had died countless times, finally reached the [-]th night. When he frowned and thought about who the murderer was, Manager Gou entered the office with an awkward smile.

"Old Zhao, I got you two cans of tea, both of which you like." Manager Gou deliberately wanted to avoid the topic of games, but when he put the tea on the desk, he caught the eye of Mr. Zhao from the corner of his eye. The familiar game screen on the computer screen made the fat on Manager Gou's face freeze.

"Out of trust in you and the idea of ​​giving you a hand, I feel free to leave the game to you, but it's been a few weeks, and you have to tell me where the money has been spent, right? ? How is the progress of my love game?" Mr. Zhao did not raise his head, concentrating on controlling the male protagonist of the game to avoid the evil ghost.

Manager Gou thought about all the art of language, and finally whispered: "Aren't you just playing around?"

The keyboard typing stopped, and Mr. Zhao raised his head. His finger pointed at the game screen, and then slowly moved towards himself: "Huh?"

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)