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Yesterday, 02:32 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: What Are You Playing: 9 Years since the Last Dragon Age
The Cranky Gamer
*It isn't realism, it's verisimilitude; the appearance of truth within the framework of the game.
*Picard management tip: Debate honestly. The goal is to arrive at the truth, not at your preconception.
*Mutant Dawn for Savage Worlds!
*The One Deck Engine: Gaming on a budget
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Yesterday, 06:21 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: What Are You Playing: 9 Years since the Last Dragon Age
Andromeda was the first game by a new wing of the studio and they wasted a bunch of early development time on deluded pipe dreams of a procedurally generated galaxy, something they could never hope to deliver and which nobody in their core audience actually wanted, and knowing that made the entire project made sense to me.
It's an unsurvivable combination of an extremely green team and deeply incompetent management. Better leads might able to shape the fledgling studio into a team that could have shipped a polished product, and likewise a more seasoned team might have been able to endure foolish management
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Yesterday, 07:52 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: What Are You Playing: 9 Years since the Last Dragon Age
It was their first solo effort, but they developed ME3's multiplayer.
It's an unsurvivable combination of an extremely green team and deeply incompetent management. Better leads might able to shape the fledgling studio into a team that could have shipped a polished product, and likewise a more seasoned team might have been able to endure foolish management
and is then left out to die by a game that cannot meaningfully support its one halfway decent feature.Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman, 1906.