"[Wind speed determines skirt hem height]: There is no startup page, and there is no built-in promotional video. Just when I thought this thing was a model machine, suddenly everything started to vibrate! When I tried to reach forward, I found myself in an iron box!"
"[Wind speed determines skirt hem height]: Don't think I'm trying to impress people. The fact is that I don't even know when my consciousness was connected to the game, and I'm already in the game."
"[Five-star Mystic]:??? How much money did the manufacturer give you? Why are you bragging about it? It's just a broken VR goggle. You might as well say it leaked electricity and knocked you out. You were dreaming!"
"[Wuhu Diao Deyi]: I think the attack upstairs can be more violent. The poster's speech relied on the defense, and it is recommended that the vote be dismissed unanimously."
"[Wind speed determines the height of the skirt]: Don't worry, I thought the same thing as you at the beginning, but don't forget the quality of the PV released by the game. If the manufacturer really has enough technical power, they will spend all their money and technology. If you do the content at the beginning, you should be able to make a qualified beginning of the game."
In the dim room, the wind speed determines the height of the skirt. After logging out of the game, I didn't even have time to eat. I endured the hunger in my belly and kept browsing on the forum.
He described in detail what he saw and heard after entering the game. While he ruthlessly talked about the plot of the game, he also recognized the technical ability shown in the beginning of the game——
That's right, it's just the beginning.
"[Wind speed determines skirt hem height]: Let's go back to the title, Project Stars: A desperate move by a small workshop? Is it the beginning or the peak?"
"[Wind speed determines skirt hem height]: I am still not optimistic about the prospects of this game. Unless it receives continuous and pure financial support, it will definitely not be able to provide players with subsequent and sufficient game content. But now I feel even more It’s an experimental work produced by a studio of a major company. It won’t be long before we see similar new games from major companies.”
It took him nearly 10,000 words to finish describing his first experience with the Stars Project. After he finished speaking, he saw that there were already 500 replies to this post, and dense comments were pouring in:
"[Lao Liu on the Tip of the Tongue]: Having said so much, could the poster ask the manufacturer when the second batch of quotas will be opened? I also want to smell such a smelly garbage dump."
"[The fire has gradually extinguished, but Wang Ying is nowhere to be seen]: The upstairs is even more heavyweight. I feel like vomiting just by reading what the poster described, okay?"
"[There are always mortals on the ground]: I feel like Teacher Fengsu wasn't aggressive enough this time? Why do I see a sense of arrogance?"
"[He produced a famous sword, Siming]: Upstairs... I feel the same way... I feel that there is a strange sour taste of love in Teacher Dafeng's words."
"[Who stole my rice]: Then Teacher Dafeng must have fallen into evil, he seems to have been domesticated..."
Feng Su's face darkened, and the post quickly went viral, and in the blink of an eye it developed into a story session about "Teacher Dafeng and Qunxing's planned sadomasochism".
He is too familiar with netizens' urinary behavior. At this time, anything he says will be misinterpreted. It is better to turn a blind eye and respect him.
After closing the forum page, he gnawed on the heated sandwich and stared at the simple VR glasses on the table, muttering to himself.
"Did I really use this thing to log in to this game? Could it be that I was knocked unconscious and imagined it?"
After finishing the sandwich, he estimated the time in the game. His character's foot should be healed, and he quickly put on his glasses again.
Although he is really curious about how this thing can carry such a game world, now is the critical development period.
Even if he wants to continue to post posts about the game later, he has to keep up with the first echelon and be one of the first players to experience various new things.
Otherwise, other people will be flying mechas, and he can only watch. He has never experienced it, so why would he go to the forum to talk about it?
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Although the players are very motivated at this time and want to bring more than ten tons of scrap metal into the base at once, but in actual operation, they found that collecting materials to exchange for ET points is really a very difficult and laborious task.
In other games, "If you want to get rich, cut down trees first." Wood is the most important initial resource in many games, and after collecting not much wood, you can make tools and quickly improve work efficiency.
But there is no wood or trees in this game. The way to obtain initial resources is to carry those heavy and thick metals back.
First of all, it is difficult to find the corresponding garbage in the material table. The scrap metal is piled high, and they have to climb up first before they can start to compare; and these scrap metals are often stained with rust and are not very durable. It is easy to tell whether it is precious material worth 40ET points or scrap iron worth 4ET points.
Moreover, they have a limited number of people, work in groups, and have no transportation tools. Sometimes they see precious garbage that is limited by its quality and cannot be moved back directly, so they can only mark it.
After only two or three trips like this, the players were all exhausted.
The base door opened, and Captain Hamster, who was carrying an iron pillar and a recycled air conditioner, walked into the base and sat down on the ground, too tired to move.
"I'm so ahead of myself, how could I be so tired? I feel like I haven't even been this tired after running three thousand meters in high school..." Captain Hamster really became a limp hamster at this time, not even wanting to move a finger. one time.
"Stop talking... I haven't run for many years. This soreness, oh, oh, oh..." the recycled air conditioner also complained, "Isn't this in a game? Why is there such a real feeling? "
"Let me see..." Captain Hamster struggled to bring up his own panel and quickly found a bottomed out red bar:
"The physical strength has bottomed out. Can it be restored by eating, sleeping, etc.?"
"Eating? I remember what the executor said, next to the warehouse..."
The recycled air conditioner struggled to stand up and held on to the wall to find the warehouse, where there was a machine similar to a beverage machine with an iron plate next to it.
“Space age cuisine!”
Captain Hamster became a little excited again. He was the first to take the dinner plate and press the production button.
The machine made a sound, and then a thick brown solid columnar object squeezed out of the hole in the machine, forming a pile on the dinner plate.
"..."
"..."
Captain Hamster and the recycled air conditioner looked at each other. This space-age delicacy seemed a bit... so what?
Astronauts, just eat this?
Is this thing really edible?
"How about... falling down?" Captain Hamster was testing the situation when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
The executor, Wu Que, was standing not far away, looking at them with a half-smile.
The corners of his eyes twitched, then he pinched his nose, lowered his head, and took a bite.
