Vault Dweller
Commissar, Red Star Studio
- Joined
- Jan 7, 2003
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Star Trail. It's a top 10 RPGs ever game.
http://www.abandonia.com/en/games/102/R ... Trail.html
When I was writing that dialogue article, I downloaded the game check to refresh my memory. My first thought was "well, it didn't age well, that's for sure". Then gameplay kicked in, the starting town came alive with text adventures. I barely had time to get out of the way of some charging knights and then my conjurer attracted some unwanted attention:
In a local taven I could pick where to sit (with other people or alone), talk to them or not. I left soon and went exploring the town, getting various responses from people (great variety of those sweet, pre-graphics whoredom era NPC portraits, btw). An old woman told me to fuck off, some drunk hit on a female party member, some guy complained about good for nothing people like us who disturb peace at night. Very atmospheric.
Then I went a-traveling. A message pops up informing me about some priestess who's fighting off some orcs nearby. I've decided to help her out because that's the kind of guy I'm and I've been led to believe by modern CRPGs that I'm a great fightar and nothing can possibly stand in my way. So, the map loads up and I see 5 orcs. "Only five?" I ask in disbelief? "WEAK!". That was the last thing I said. Orcs: 5, the Chosen One: 0.
http://www.abandonia.com/en/games/102/R ... Trail.html
When I was writing that dialogue article, I downloaded the game check to refresh my memory. My first thought was "well, it didn't age well, that's for sure". Then gameplay kicked in, the starting town came alive with text adventures. I barely had time to get out of the way of some charging knights and then my conjurer attracted some unwanted attention:
In a local taven I could pick where to sit (with other people or alone), talk to them or not. I left soon and went exploring the town, getting various responses from people (great variety of those sweet, pre-graphics whoredom era NPC portraits, btw). An old woman told me to fuck off, some drunk hit on a female party member, some guy complained about good for nothing people like us who disturb peace at night. Very atmospheric.
Then I went a-traveling. A message pops up informing me about some priestess who's fighting off some orcs nearby. I've decided to help her out because that's the kind of guy I'm and I've been led to believe by modern CRPGs that I'm a great fightar and nothing can possibly stand in my way. So, the map loads up and I see 5 orcs. "Only five?" I ask in disbelief? "WEAK!". That was the last thing I said. Orcs: 5, the Chosen One: 0.