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Game Design : Step one, heal the players

*Note: I am not the author, merely a humble translator. Crab OG author : 喝一杯红酒 OG title : 游戏制作:从治愈玩家开始 Chen Xu travelled to a parallel world and was surprised to find that many classic and excellent games from his previous life were missing. I had a plan, but why did I get an 'emotion collection system', and the emotions such as happiness, sadness, excitement, fear, anger and other emotions provided by players who have played the games I made can make me stronger? But why is it so much easier to get anger than happiness? Looking at his score, Chen Xu expressed his confusion. As a result, Chen Xu's career as a game designer gradually took a turn for the worse. In Undertale, countless players pounded the table and screamed: I was cheated by this game! In Outlast, countless players screamed, my cabinet moved and I stopped playing. In Dark Souls, when countless players entered the game smiling, "Go away, please go away, leave the Firekeeper behind and go out with your flame, we don't want to link the fire! Soap, Alex and Ghost were sacrificed in Call of Duty; Zack and Aerith were killed in Final Fantasy 7; Arthur and John were betrayed in Red Dead Redemption; Countless players went berserk: "You bastards! Can't we be kinder to the protagonists? Q: How do you feel about the players' anger towards you? Facing the reporter's question, Chen Xu smiled slightly: This isn’t criticism, this is encouragement from players around the world to me, this is love! Thank you all, I will keep up the good work!
Pepper_Crab · 90.2K Views

The Light to my Soul

I find my place In between your arms, In between your tender kisses And soft whispers of 'it will be alright', In between the warmth of your embrace, I find my place lost inside your soul. Anastasia Prescott (19 years) An alluring and a naive girl who once lost her little world thrives to set everything right in her life at her own terms and wishes. Always shielded from the harshness of the world, she is the epitome of innocence, unaware of the evils that linger around her under the protection of her loved ones. However, she's determined to come out of her shell to experience everything that has been kept away from her whether good or bad, to fulfill her every dream and aspiration, to feel love and much more. What happen when she meets someone who is her exact contrast? Ashton Watson (26 years) An ambitious and a thriving businessman at day and a hard-hearted Casanova at night. He likes to play whether it's business or women. Drowned in a never ending darkness, his world is filled with hate, fury and vengeance. What happen when he meets someone who is his exact contrast? What happens when simplicity meets complexity? Join the journey of Anastasia and Ashton to unfold their chemistry who are different like poles apart yet so much similar. Join the journey of their unconditional love followed by the heart-rending separation that will throb your heart with varied emotions. Join the journey of their intimate love to witness them to become the light of each other's souls. #Excerpt 1 "Do it Ashton. Let it go and free yourself. I am here to hold your hand if you need me. I promise. " He looked at her outstretched hand towards him. They were drenched in the heavy downpour indicating a storm on its way but it wasn't as huge as the storm that had started whirling in his heart. He clenched his fists, reminding himself that he was not weak and he'd never let anyone see him vulnerable. But the way she spoke made him realize that she was right. He was avoiding the obvious since so long for he couldn't quite handle the thought of being vulnerable to anyone. For once, he wanted to feel the peace that had escaped his soul since long. #Excerpt 2 "There are people around. Please, leave it", she pleaded, discreetly looking around the curious throng. "Relax! It's just your shoelaces", he replied disregarding those gazes.
ash022 · 1.2K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 21.1K Views
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