After the holiday, the Blue Star members began to worry about the program "Running Team Assist 3.1".

Such a small program, it looks really very simple.

The pictures are all randomly made by the programmers using the materials of the past - red, yellow, green, overlapping of circles, squares and triangles. After all, you can't ask the programmers to have such a superb level of artistic creation;

Music sound effects are basically equivalent to none - at most, just copy a mobile phone ringtone, and you can remind you when it is your turn;

The operating feel does not exist, the keyboard shortcuts are few and unreasonable, and the handle is impossible to support - you can rely on mouse clicks to perform all operations, and some operating positions are very anti-human.

It was just such a thing that a lot of Blue Star designers were addicted to it.

The members of the other groups were very curious about this legendary existence for a while. They often ran over to the planning group during their lunch break and stretched their necks to watch them play games.

Of course, they only see a picture with almost no graphics, and the full screen is full of hard-core prompt words:

[The Suzaku Empire has invented the technological warp engine. 】

[The unmanned exploration aircraft of the Galactic Empire has been in place in the M235 galaxy. 】

[The unmanned exploration aircraft of the Galactic Empire sent a rare ore automatic collection base in the M235 galaxy. 】

[The Intelligent Machine Alliance has revised the policy to Arms Plan B. Details]

...

Everyone: "..." This is too hardcore! ! !

But the amazing thing is that designers are a group of people who are good at brain supplementation.

How good are you at it?

When they see the dry word "unmanned exploration machine", relevant pictures, background knowledge, associations, and even possible plots will naturally appear in their minds.

Not to mention it's time to start a war.

A simple "The No. 2 Corps of the Galactic Empire set off to the m759 Nebula" is not the only sentence in the eyes of designers.

Magnificent music, ringing!

The vast and boundless stars and sea background texture, first paste his 1 g capacity!

As for the marshal candidate for the team leader, let's make up for the current popular fried chicken for now, and arrange for him another actor to play the role of chief of staff.

The Legion's flagship space aircraft carrier is a "Titan" (the latest military secret model developed by the Galactic Empire), and in the alloy glass porthole, two hundred extras are crowded in the busy background.

The mighty Second Legion marching in the universe must be overwhelming, but silent.

When passing through the old star system, the gentle and vicissitudes of light of the red giant star will shine over each frigate one by one, reflecting the delicate brilliance of the cold steel.

The destroyers are as inconspicuous as the small fish beside the giant whale, and they are numerous in number, opening the way for the large troops in front.

The silent, high-temperature rays will penetrate the meteorites and cosmic junk blocking the front of the troops, and the physical effect causes the debris to spread outward at a constant speed - a process that should be like an icebreaker, with great tension and violent beauty.

Then, after the cosmic war begins, the designers' brain holes are comparable to black holes.

A hundred popcorn blockbusters can be arranged for him directly in his mind.

During the intermission and drinking coffee, the game is suspended, and by the way, it is possible to make up for a dog-blood drama in which the generals of the two sides have a close relationship in private, or even childhood sweethearts, just for the sake of their respective motherland and have to wave their swords against each other.

Designers: Ah! ! What a great game!

Then Varian, who came to visit, saw inexplicably that the corners of designer Kevin's eyes were wet.

Varian: "What's the matter, I'm going to lose?"

Kevin: "No, what a great friendship, what a cruel war, alas!"

He wiped the corners of his eyes.

Then Varian leaned over and glanced at the screen. Isn't this still full of text? !

Varian: "????" Forgive me, I don't know your designers very well.

As a result, two days later, Kevin wrote the story of his brain supplement and showed it to Varian.

The story is truly bizarre, ups and downs, and gripping.

Varian burst into tears: "Wow! What a great friendship, what a cruel war!"

After I finished speaking, I was suddenly inspired, and I started to draw a fanart of this story.

After another day, the team leader of the marketing team was busy (currently Bluestar has no new games to promote), so he strolled over to the planning team.

Although he can't play such a **** running group, he loves watching designers play.

Then he was attracted by the illustrations that Varian drew in his spare time, and then naturally read Kevin's brain hole story.

Marketing team leader: "Wow! What a great friendship, what a cruel war..."

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, and soon the program boss Horace came over to take a look.

Then he suddenly had a wonderful inspiration.

He decided to let the heroic units of various countries develop some innocuous relationships on their own.

It could be a friendship, it could be a blood relationship, it could be an enemy. Anyway, the system is random, and it looks quite like that.

A few days later, all Lanxing knew about the program of "Running Team Assist 3.1", which was a "dog blood story generator".

Enemy generals fall in love with each other and kill each other!

His Majesty the Emperor may even have a crush on the prince next door!

The inventor looks ordinary, but in fact he is the heir to the throne who is living in the people?

What other duke would court his own daughter?

"Stop!"

Ming Yan was full of black lines, and ran over to chat with Horace: "Your new system has some ethical bugs, please rule out the blood relationship first."

Horace: "Okay! Let's fix the bug!"

...

The next day: Shocked! The chief executive woke up early in the morning and suddenly found that his wife was his own sister! After severing the relationship between husband and wife, he chose to marry the marshal next door, but the marshal's ex-wife was actually his biological mother?

Designers fell into contemplation (and brainstorming).

"?" Horace was innocent. "Look at what I'm doing, there's no problem with logic."

Schrodinger, who is also a program boss: "There is really no problem, it's just a random result from the random system."

Everyone: "..."

In the end, the Blue Star people were so addicted to this running group that they squeezed their working time a bit.

Although Ming Yan has always been a very open-minded and generous boss, he can't let them go like that.

So he thought about it, and simply put down his inspiration first and asked everyone's opinions: "Why don't we just make the running group a game first? Would you like to release it to the players?"

Everyone froze and nodded excitedly.

This may be the most unruly game development cycle in the history of Blue Star.

The underlying structure of the program is almost the same, and the planning and copywriting have been supplemented by them in their spare time, and the post-packaging things such as pictures, sound effects, and interface interaction are missing.

At the same time, I quickly found more than a dozen outsourcing companies to start the production together, and then polished the current interface into a beta version.

It is very easy for Blue Star to make a game from scratch.

But if you want to replace a game little by little, it is equivalent to keeping the structure of the canoe unchanged, replacing each part little by little, and finally turning it into an aircraft carrier.

Designers: "..."

Clearly: "..."

They may need a lot of testers to avoid thousands of bugs.

It is worth mentioning that there was a little cutie who also visited Blue Star recently.

Luke kid.

If you remember, this is the apprentice of champion player Odin, who once played a large part in the promotion of "Way of the Assassin".

As the little fanboy of the chief designer of Ming Dynasty, on March 1, he not only sent a birthday cake, but also sent himself.

Of course, he didn't get to see his idol that day.

Luke and the marketers are the first players to test this group running game.

At the beginning, they looked at this simple interface and were quite confused: "How do you play this? I don't understand it very well. I want to play the emperor? Or a consul?"

Then after the staff explained patiently, Luke quickly learned it and started: "Oh, oh, this is a bit interesting? Can I still win the victory by forming an alliance with my parents?"

After another n rounds, the time soon reached six o'clock in the evening.

The staff didn't see Luke and the others walking out of the experience room, so they had to come over to find someone to eat.

At this time, Luke had already begun to explore various new ways of playing the game on his own: "Hahahahaha I can put the treasure on the barren planet and wait for the opposite to pick it up, and then put a surrounding net to catch the person. Torture him first. When the mood drops and the pain is overwhelmed and you enter depression, and then arrange for a beautiful woman to marry him and increase his favorability by 20 points, you can recruit him as a son-in-law..."

The staff glanced at his screen.

Luke raised an army, which he named "The Legion of the Son-in-law".

Staff: "..." Devil?

Sure enough, the little angels who take the devil as their idol will eventually have their wings dyed black...

After a few more hours, the people who worked overtime or stayed in the entertainment at Blue Star left one after another.

In the middle of the night, the experience room was still brightly lit.

Luke: "The last round! After this round, I have new technology, I really just want to see the effect of this new technology!"

A few hours later, the main entrance of the Blue Star Building opened, and employees entered the door with their work cards one after another.

A new day begins.

The staff saw a panda-eyed Luke and a table full of disposable coffee cans in the testing room.

Luke: "Don't stop me! I'll go to bed after this round! Really, the last round!"

After this round is over.

Luke: "This is the real last round! Five minutes, five minutes and it's over!"