There's no reason this information couldn't be stored in a ini file. I couldn't imagine why you'd think the data storage format would decide whether something is an RPG or not.
Autism.
Are you even a programmer. A .ini file is a list, not a table. That's the whole point of the 2da structure - it's a TWO DIMENSIONAL ARRAY, i.e. a TABLE. Like the tables in the Player's Handbook. Jagged Alliance doesn't have tables because it doesn't use that information because it's not a role playing game. It's the difference between telling a ghost story and playing a pnp rpg.
A ini file is a key-value lookup you retard. There's absolutely nothing stopping you from using it however you want to.
They could also offer free blowjobs, doesn't mean that a game isn't an RPG if it doesn't have 'em.
The point isn't whether or not that information can or cannot be stored in a text file, since it's all text files. The point is that bioware defined this structure to store rule system information because Infinity Engine was designed for role playing games, and JA doesn't store rule system information because it does not have them because it's not an rpg.
Bloodlines and Dragonfall have the equivalent of 2da files. JA does not.
Does this store rule system information? No.
Oh noes, it looks suspiciously like a TWO DIMENSIONAL ARRAY. One of the hundreds there.
I said JA is not an rpg because it lacks files that define game rule systems. The lack of these systems is why it's not an rpg.
In for a penny, in for a pound it seems.
Does this store rule system information? No.
Oh noes, it looks suspiciously like a TWO DIMENSIONAL ARRAY. One of the hundreds there.
Being a god isn't what you'd expect, though, Sune was all over me from day one...I hear she developed a thing for turnips about a decade ago. She just wouldn't leave me alone! There were parties at all hours of the night. Lliira would get plastered and fall into the tiny pond and eventually Torm would start a brawl with somebody. Did you know what it's like to have Helm pounding on your door at three in the morning? I could never get any sleep at all. If it wasn't one thing it was getting slapped by Umberlee or hit on by Loviatar. All night long...and in the morning, all the gods would be in a foul mood. Terrible. I couldn't find anything good about the experience at all. No wonder Ao kicked them all out. He probably had to catch up on his housekeeping, of all things. Well, after all of that I was more than happy to let Cyric have the job, eager puppy that he was. Left it behind me for a turnip farm and a nice pension, and gladly...although I eventually traded the pension for some stock in a spelljammer trading cruiser, which was a bad decision but all us mortals aren't immune to that, of course. Lost the farm, too, in a game of checkers to Uncle Fibbert. But that turned out all right, as the turnips got a bad root that year and Uncle Fubbert died of too much intestinal gas. Poor man.
This is an odd way to define RPGs to begin with. Some games don't even have any accessible files beyond the executable.
It's been a bit since I've played JA2, but there are no resource gathering units or structures--merely do you own the resource generating sector and did you convince the character who governs that sector to work with you? I'm not even going to bother with spoilers here--you need to use your mercs to negotiate and at times maintain relationships (see: getting violent with the airport guy) with the characters that govern those sectors, no?
