The Alien Species in the City

"What about the game background?"

The two siblings sat opposite each other, not to learn programming for the time being, but to discuss the game to be made.

"Sister Yun, let me think about the background of the game..."

Taking a small notebook and placing it on the computer desk, Hua Yueling held the pen in her right hand, leaning against the back of the swivel chair and swaying from side to side.

Afraid of putting too much pressure on him, Hua Yun deliberately lowered her head to play with her phone, and waited silently so that he could think quietly.

When I think of an idea, I write it down in my notebook, and I have a lot of ideas in a short while. After a brief browsing, another problem arises. For a game, there are too many ideas.

If you want to make a game, you have to cut most of it at least. He thinks very clearly that what he needs first is the central idea of ​​a game, and the rest can be said later.

"Apocalyptic Survival is pretty good..." The pen pointed to one spot on the notebook, and then pointed to several other places. "Western fantasy is also OK...or martial arts. It should be interesting if it can be made into an open world. of."

Noting her younger brother's movements, Hua Yun immediately leaned over, moving her eyes around the notebook, stopping for a while in several well-circled places.

"Apocalypse survival, Western fantasy, and martial arts... No matter which is a good choice for RPG, it depends on which one you like best, Xiaoling."

Hua Yueling lay down on the swivel chair, looking at the corner of the house, engaged in a fierce psychological struggle inside. The three are the themes of his special production, but unfortunately only one of them can be produced.

"Which one should I make first..."

Difficulty in choice has once again become entangled in Hua Yueling, thinking it is still difficult to make a decision, and he is reluctant to abandon any of them temporarily.

"Have you thought about it? Xiao Ling."

The elder sister's question came into her ears, and Hua Yueling nodded at her sister.

"Can't choose?"

"Well, the choice is quite difficult."

"Why don't you choose one item for you?" Hua Yun said jokingly. What he didn't expect was that his younger brother nodded. "Xiao Ling, are you kidding your sister?"

"It's not a joke. I didn't let Sister Yun make a choice for me, but gave me some suggestions." Huayueling lay on her sister's lap. "Which aspect does my sister prefer."

"My words..." At the request of her younger brother, Hua Yun thought about it seriously. After browsing the only three options left, she gave her choice "...survival in the end."

"Survival in the end times, does Sister Yun feel the same way?" Hua Yueling got up happily and leaned in front of her sister. "Actually, I also think it's good to make an RPG game for survival in the end. Sister Yun is the same as I thought!"

"Since you think so, just say it directly?"

"I want to hear it too. If you have the same ideas as your sister, you will be very happy, and even if they are different, you can merge our ideas together."

"Xiaoling, you are quite good at making my sister happy, but can you tell my sister how to integrate your three ideas?"

"The fusion is actually very simple, just like this."

Hua Yueling explained to her sister with practical actions, he took her sister's white tender hands and put them together.

"So what?"

"For example, let's say the fusion of survival in the apocalypse and martial arts..."

"The martial arts in the last days are surviving, Xiaoling, do you mean that?"

"Uh..." He scratched his head embarrassedly, his own thoughts were easily guessed by his sister that he had never expected.

"Xiao Ling, if you mean that’s what you mean by integration, don’t mention it anymore. My sister doesn’t think it’s interesting at all. It’s better to use ordinary people for survival in the last days. It’s boring to get a bunch of martial arts people. What you want is survival There is no sense of urgency. Survival in the last days is meaningless without the sense of urgency." Hua Yun said extremely seriously, and Hua Yueling also agreed with her sister.

"Sister Yun is right," he nodded. "The most important thing in apocalyptic survival games is the urgency of survival, and the game between humans is also very important."

"Write down the idea you think of, or you should forget it after a while."

"Ok!"

Hua Yueling listened very much to what her sister said, so she did what she said, and immediately wrote it down in the notebook.

"Choose the theme of the game," Hua Yun tapped her finger on the computer table. "What about the plot? RPG games can't have a good plot, right?"

"Hmm..." Randomly clutching his hair, Huayueling nestled into the swivel chair, her back and head were close to the backrest. "Plot, plot..." Troubled with how to write the plot, this is not his strong point, "Plot Don’t worry, you can fill in the content after the overall framework of the game is made.” In the end, he made a final decision.

"Not so good, Xiao Ling, isn't the plot very important?" Hua Yun asked strangely. In her mind, RPG-type games seem to pay special attention to plot.

"How do you say it?" The swivel chair turned to face her sister, Hua Yueling clapped her hands and said her thoughts. "Actually, the storyline is important and important, and it is not important. I think the key is still It depends on what you want to present to the player." With the right hand holding the pen, he wrote randomly on the notebook, and Hua Yun couldn’t understand what he wrote. "For example, I want to present more game modes. The things that players can do in the game rank first in my mind. The storyline is not that important."

"Xiao Ling, do you mean it's okay not to join the plot?"

"That's what it means." Hua Yueling nodded and acknowledged her sister's statement. He did not forget to add, "It is of course great if there is a good plot, but I prefer the plot to be controlled by the player. The player needs to choose. When making a choice, the plot will definitely be difficult to write."

"That's true. It's a pity that my elder sister has poor literary skills, and the plot I wrote is definitely also poor, otherwise I can help you here." Hua Yun laughed at herself.

"It's not necessarily true, no matter how bad my sister's literary skills are," Hua Yueling followed her sister's words, but didn't see the face of the sister next to her turned from bright to dark, completely dark. "It's just about the plot. It depends on imagination, and the specific content can be added later. The problem of literary skills will not be exposed unless you write an article..."

"..."

"Sister Yun?"

"Xiao Ling, it's time for your mouth to eat some candy."

"Sugar?" Blinking her eyes, Hua Yueling hadn't realized what her sister meant. It was the plot. Why did it involve eating sugar again? Is it okay?

"It means Xiaoling, your mouth is too stinky!"

Hua Yun broke out completely, constantly pulling the corners of her brother's mouth, while she was still talking about her dissatisfaction.

"My sister said that her poor literary skills are modest, Xiao Ling, don't understand what humility is, you can say it over and over again, is my literary skills that bad!"

"It hurts..."

"I know it hurts." Looking at her younger brother's slightly red face, Hua Yun couldn't bear it, she quickly let go of her hand, and while stroking the pinched red spot for her younger brother, she still said in an angry tone. "You are in pain, and sister is in heartache."