Oh, the horror… I was throwing out a forgotten closetful of stuff at my parents’ house, and I found my old D&D books. I cracked some open, hoping for one of those special moments that comes upon you when you find any especially cringe-inducing relic of the past. But no, they read just like any geek/technical website. There was the same deep lack of attitude, a blankness so familiar I didn’t feel as distanced as I’d hoped. The horror. My prescription: more Japan, less php.net.
Now, the Conan back issues, on the other hand… heh. Bombast rules.
I'm a 30-year-old 
E. Megas Says:
Monday, July 30, 2001 at 9:27 pm.
Helpful lesson for Studio Fojar, then, I hope. Modern American game developers were RAISED on D&D; The oldskool of our arm of the industry still enjoys cold stats above all else. Hence why we see so many TOYS developed around here, and no games with much story; Most game architecture books written here dictate that writing the story first in any project is a cardinal sin. Though, on the other hand, the last time that industry focused on story, we ended up with crap like Sewer Shark; The key appears to be balance between the two, using style to ensure the two play nice. Sorta…Kinda. Let this be a lesson to you…Maybe. |P
miles Says:
Friday, August 3, 2001 at 3:40 pm.
Americans can’t do story -or- design.Russia: TetrisEngland: Black and WhiteJapan: Street Fighter 2America: Mortal KombatTexas: Quake, but it’s a technology before it’s a design or story.Bah, America! MAKE YOUR TIME YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE
scott with gigantic melancholies & gigantic mi Says:
Sunday, August 5, 2001 at 11:35 pm.
Know, O Prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia,Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west. Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the earth under his sandled feet. -
ahmed Says:
Saturday, September 10, 2005 at 6:41 am.
foto pour conan le dètective
Scott Says:
Saturday, September 10, 2005 at 11:19 pm.
Fixed!