Game Design: Who Rated My Games as Very Easy? - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: This Is the Full Score Answer!
Translator: Daoist6fubtiW
After the game was taken down, a month passed.
Now, there are very few news or discussions about “Digging for Ascension” on the internet, and even the remade “Shovel It: Digging for Ascension” has not been mentioned again.
For Yogame, the new game didn’t gain much attention.
“Digging for Ascension” was a low-budget game, and the remake didn’t cost much either.
Some players requested refunds, but some didn’t. There were even players who made in-game purchases for virtual items.
Overall, they still made some profit.
As for suppressing a rising star designer? To them, it was not worth mentioning.
True talent is the one that can grow and stand out.
…
“Old Ye, should I go ahead and post this?” Song Shan looked at the “Post” button on the screen.
“Of course, you are the first warrior of our Sprout Studio!” Ye Feng smiled at him.
Seeing the words “Sprout Studio” on the document, Song Shan couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
This was the first game he participated in making!
Excited, he rushed to the bathroom and washed his hands repeatedly. When he returned to the computer, his expression became solemn.
Ye Feng wasn’t in a hurry. He never pursued small-scale games.
Song Shan sat in front of the computer, suppressing his excitement, and turned to look at Ye Feng.
He waited until Ye Feng nodded affirmatively.
Click—
The crisp sound of the mouse click echoed, and a pop-up window appeared on the screen.
[Upload Successful!]
Seeing these four words, Song Shan felt as if his soul had been drained.
Ye Feng calmly picked up his phone. He knew that the only promotion for the new game would come from his followers on social media.
He looked at his account with over 5,000 followers.
5,000 might seem like a lot, but only a small portion of them would actually see his posts.
“Should we borrow some money for promotion?” Song Shan noticed the challenge they were facing.
Making “Dead Cell” had almost depleted all the money Ye Feng earned.
Ye Feng glanced at Song Shan’s worried eyes and then chuckled. He quickly edited a message.
As the boss, he couldn’t hesitate because he knew that “Dead Cell” was a perfect answer!
Black Star: Are you guys confident in filling in “Very Simple”? [Image]
Under the text was an original illustration.
In the distance stood an exquisitely crafted building, illuminated by vibrant colors, and a throne on the mountaintop, a castle on a hill, a clock tower…
A figure holding a short sword stood in the distance, gazing at the direction of the castle. His head emitted a strange fiery glow, arrows were embedded in his back, and blood flowed endlessly from his right arm.
In his other hand was a powerful and icy-blue cell.
[Dead Cell]
As soon as the message was sent, Ye Feng put the phone back in his pocket.
“Let’s go! Today, big brother treats you to a meal.” Ye Feng put his arm around Song Shan’s shoulder.
“Eat what?!” Song Shan rolled his eyes. This guy couldn’t afford more than 100 yuan in total, and yet he dared to say he would treat him to a meal!
“I’ll treat you, roughly.”
“Why do you look down on your boss? Today, instant noodles with double sausages and eggs!”
“Screw you!” Song Shan laughed and cursed. He followed Ye Feng out of the dormitory.
Looking at Ye Feng’s back, he asked himself more than once.
Did he have the courage and determination to go all out like this?
…
[Ding!]
As usual, Brother Yin was live streaming, still playing and reviewing various weird little games made by college students. However, these games no longer gave him the thrill he used to feel.
He wondered if there was an unknown masochistic element in his soul.
As he had this thought, Brother Yin himself was startled.
“The special attention notification sound! I recognize it!”
“Quick, tell us who it is! Is it someone secretly following a beautiful female cosplayer?”
“Bro! We’re brothers, right?”
…
The sound of special attention notifications filled the air, and even Brother Yin was curious to find out.
He didn’t usually set special attention to anything, but some time ago, he made an exception for a certain designer named “Black Star.”
“I guess this guy must have felt wronged. Let’s see what he has to say.”
“I didn’t expect this guy to stay quiet for a month and then release another game. Damn, how come he’s like someone who got silenced but still didn’t say anything about Yogame taking down his game and copying it? Damn, I really wanted to know what he was thinking.” Brother Yin clicked on the post and was taken aback after reading its content.
The live streaming camera captured his bewildered and confused expression.
After about half a minute, Brother Yin clenched his fist and slammed the table. “D* mn!”
The force he used this time was unprecedented, and the keyboard on the table jumped.
“What kind of content got this monkey so furious? I have to go and see!”
“Is there a shocking revelation? Did Teng Feng do something disgraceful?!”
“For a month, he stayed silent, and now he finally speaks. He must have suffered a lot.”
…
Those who were watching the live stream quickly found Heixin’s post.
There was only one recent message.
An exquisite game illustration and a provocative caption.
[“Just filling in ‘Very Simple’?”]
After seeing the content, the audience fell silent.
They thought he had been oppressed or suppressed for the past month, but they didn’t expect that he had actually created a new game.
“I’ve never been so angry in my life!” Brother Yin fiercely pounded the table. “The incident from before made me, an outsider, feel the anger.”
“D* mn, he should have at least scolded Yogame a bit or made some remarks about them taking down his game and copying it. But no, he didn’t say anything, continued to stay silent, and even made a new game.” Brother Yin looked at the cover art and could tell that this game was even more sophisticated than the one about swinging a hammer.
“Brothers, what makes me angry is that he genuinely loves making games and wants to bring us joy.”
“I’m angry because this pure-hearted designer, who doesn’t seek to profit, became the target of suppression by the big gaming companies.”
That was the real reason that angered him the most. Others just wanted to make money, but “that person” genuinely wanted to create happiness through games.
“I’m glad he made a smart move and switched to Steam this time, leaving Yogame.”
“D* mn!”
