Game Development: Starting with Recreating the Anime Game Style

Chapter 108 Press Conference Opens

"I'm coming!"

Someone let out a soft exclamation, and the countdown on the screen finally reached zero.

The two live stream rooms on different platforms were lit up almost simultaneously.

On Tencent Games' side, after the screen lit up, a huge stage appeared, with a giant screen behind it.

It looked more like a mobile phone launch event than a game launch event.

On the Starry Sky Games side, after the screen lights up...

As a burst of rousing yet ethereal music began, a star flew steadily from the lower left corner to the center, its starlight twinkling. The familiar starry sky of Starry Games, along with the Starry Games logo, slowly emerged.

Then, the scene shifted to the Tencent Games press conference in the lower left corner, where two beautiful female hosts began to greet each other. After the Starry Night Games logo was displayed on the live stream screen, the Starry Night Games logo was shown.

It starts at 0 frames.

We have already cut into a dense forest.

"ah!!?"

"Animation???"

Is it the anime adaptation of Final Battlefront?

"The plot of 1.1?"

"Waaaah, there's nothing here, are they just showing animation at the beginning?!"

As a torrent of comments appeared, the Starry Night Games livestream room actually started playing animations.

Moreover, it's a very smooth and exquisite animation.

The opening of the animation focuses on a pair of slender legs encased in black over-the-knee socks, below which are a pair of playful black tactical boots.

The soles of the boots rubbed against the ground.

The movement of running quickly sent leaves flying.

The camera slowly pans up along the curve of the girl's calves, sweeping over the "absolute territory" (area of ​​skin), and finally focuses on the uniquely designed UMP9 submachine gun at the girl's waist.

The gun body is covered with fine tactical rails and some cute graffiti charms.

Immediately afterwards, a broken tree appeared in the foreground.

Without the slightest hesitation, UMP9 deftly placed one hand on the rough tree trunk, and with a nimble jump, her petite figure landed steadily at the top of the trunk.

As she leaped, the gun barrel dipped slightly, and then she used her toes to propel herself forward on the tree trunk, disappearing into the distance like a nimble raccoon.

The camera quickly switched from her back view to another figure running rapidly, and just like before, the camera panned upwards.

The delicate white silk threads beneath the hem of her skirt were barely visible.

Faced with the same broken log, the girl in white silk was much more elegant. She simply touched the edge of the trunk with her toes, and her body floated down onto the trunk like a weightless feather.

The camera panned across the girl's long legs, finally settling on the slender rifle parked behind her.

The long barrel, the classic wooden stock, and the iconic bayonet—the Mosin-Nagant rifle.

Mosin-Nagant didn't rush forward; instead, he stood in the tree and looked back.

The camera followed this backward glance.

"Seriously, that UMP9 guy, is he rushing to his death? He didn't even wait for us!"

A bold, yet pleasant, female voice came from off-screen, accompanied by the rattling sound of a metal chain being dragged.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure appeared where Mosin-Nagant had been standing.

The girl carried a PKP machine gun that seemed unusually large for her size on her shoulder. The gun chain hung loosely, and with each step she took, it made a crisp, loud metallic clanging sound that was impossible to ignore.

The girl's hair was a flamboyant fiery red, casually tied into a ponytail, with a few strands hanging unruly over her forehead.

She is PKP.

Seeing the broken log blocking her way, PKP curled her lip. She had neither the agility of UMP9 nor the elegance of Mosin-Nagant; she didn't even have the thought of trying to cross it.

"In the way."

She muttered something, then abruptly lowered the machine gun slung over her shoulder. She then gripped the gun with both hands, performing a maneuver no human soldier would ever make when using a machine gun. With it pressed against her shoulder, the muzzle was aimed at the thickest part of the broken log.

"Hey! PKP, what do you think you're doing?!"

A slightly anxious female voice rang out.

It was M4; she followed behind PKP and witnessed this scene.

PKP grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, completely ignoring M4's attempts to stop him.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump—!”

A deafening gunshot rang out suddenly, flashes of light erupting from the muzzle, yet the heavy machine gun remained remarkably steady in her hands. Hot spent cartridges clattered and bounced on the forest floor.

The already broken tree was instantly cleaved in two by PKP's firepower, with wood chips flying everywhere. One piece of wood almost grazed M4's cheek.

"ah!"

M4 instinctively tilted his head to dodge, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the original obstacles were reduced to a scene of utter devastation.

PKP patted the gun with satisfaction, then slung it back over his shoulder, the barrel still emitting wisps of smoke.

"Done. Isn't this much easier than jumping around like that?"

M4 looked at the pile of broken wood, then at PKP, and was furious, raising his voice several decibels.

"I'm telling you, stop being so crazy! You always do this, making such a racket, are you afraid the enemy won't hear you?!"

"Also, what if we attract the enemy?"

M4 is still complaining.

"PKP's fighting style has always been like this, Miss M4."

Mosin-Nagant, who had just been standing on the tree trunk, had somehow walked up to the two of them. Her voice was still cold and clear, like snow on a mountaintop.

He gently brushed away a splinter of wood that had fallen on his shoulder, his demeanor composed.

Upon hearing this, PKP proudly gestured with his chin toward M4.

"Did you hear that? Mosin really understands me. Besides, what kind of omnic would dare to show its face in front of me? I, 'Pepesha,' am not someone to be trifled with!"

She patted her machine gun, which made a rattling sound.

M4 sighs, feeling that communicating with PKP is more tiring than fighting a tough battle.

"That's a PKP general-purpose machine gun, not a Pepesa. There's no such gun as the Pepesa in this world. I've told you so many times..."

"Oh, almost the same, they're all just 'puff puff'!"

PKP waved his hand dismissively.

M4 took a deep breath, decided to give up arguing with her about the weapon model, and turned to look at the Mosin-Nagant.

"Where's UMP9? Didn't she come with you?"

"You know her style; she should be heading out of the forest by now."

The machine gunner, nicknamed PKP, snorted, unimpressed.

"Style? What if there's a trap ahead? With her small frame, she might just disappear in an instant."

"She's not as resilient as I am."

As she spoke, she deliberately bounced the large thing on her shoulder.

"She's just worried about the commander's safety and wants to see him as soon as possible, so we need to catch up quickly too."

Mosin-Nagant did not argue with her, but simply said something and turned to continue walking.

"I know, I know."

"You guys like the Commander, as if I'm not in a hurry."

PKP muttered to himself, then shouldered his machine gun and strode after them.

(End of this chapter)