Tendo City

Some of this will just be the shameless quoting of another topic on another messageboard.

Anyway, it ain't no Silent Hill, but it's better than nothing. Actually, I'm not exactly in a place to judge, having never played them myself, but judging from the other topic post:

Quote:The Silent Hill games tend to get more praise because of the more varied and absolutely creepy atmospheres that they create, but the FF series has bigger and more frequent scares.

I prefer subtle, creepy, and unnerving atmospheres/plots, but again, better than nothing. Jump-out scares will frighten you for a minute. Creepy and unsettling scares will keep you tense for days, if captivating enough. I seek dread, damn it!

Quote:Like the previous Fatal Frame games, it's being developed by Tecmo. But this time they're teaming up with Grasshopper Manufacture and Suda 51. Not only that, but they're partnering with Nintendo who will be publishing it. IGN says there's an unconfirmed rumor that Nintendo actually purchased the Fatal Frame name to keep the rest of the series exclusive.

IGN preview for more info
Joystiq preview for more screens

Looks like REmake, with its pre-rendered backgrounds and all (you can have pre-rendered backgrounds with real-time lighting, right?). Anyone play any previous iterations? How was it?

From the IGN preview:

Quote:Shibata Makoto as director, Keisuke Kikuchi (longtime series producer), and even Suda 51 – best known for Killer 7 and No More Heroes – serving as a second director for the game.

The hell? They need 2nd-directors now? Killer7 is indeed good, and I hear No More Heres is good as well, so this is good news.

Quote:Since you're constantly running from ghosts, and since ghosts aren't exactly scared of melee or projectile weapons, Fatal Frame – as the name suggests – equips you with a unique soul-capturing camera. Known as the Camera Obscura, Fatal Frame's only weapon forces you to risk life and limb to get the perfect shot of advancing ghosts. While the main game is done primarily in third person view, you'll need to bring the aging camera up into first-person mode, and then focus in your shots face-to-face with the ghouls themselves. Based on how well the shot is executed (size of ghost, position of ghost in the frame, and action the ghost is doing at the time), a certain amount of damage is done. Put yourself out on the line even further, and capture a "Fatal Frame" shot seconds before the enemy attacks.

When I first read this paragraph, I was turned off. So, it's a combination of Resident Evil and Pokemon Snap? Greeaaaat... Then again, imagine trying to take a snapshot of a ghost just as it's inches away from grabbing you. If pulled off correctly, this has great pants-shitting potential. It does sound a little gimmicky, though. At least it should make some interesting usage of the wiimote. You could hold it sideways and eye-level to take pictures.

Quote:The game is out to scare you, and as such there are tons of horrific images, extremely uncomfortable scenarios, and extremely moody worlds. It'll be a "Mature" rated game without question. Fatal Frame will also bring a level of depth and maturity we don't normally see on Wii, as the stories are usually about double the length of a standard Resident Evil game, and feature tons of upgrade items, side quests, and backstory for those looking for a fully realized world.

Good, good. Hopefully that'll help the fact that it's a game where the focal point (har har) is taking pictures of ghosts.

They have a video (the third iteration of the game for PS2 to give you an idea), but it started out non-work-safe, so I probably shouldn't watch it now.

Yeah you can combine real time lighting and prerendered backgrounds. The lighting won't actually know what that big image or movie file in the background is, but the way it works is on the invisible 3D rendered background your character actually interacts with. In order to get these prerendered things to work, they have to include a real time environment, so it knows that you are walking up stairs for example. Since this extra background element your main character actually "sits on" is invisible, it doesn't need to push the hardware very hard at all. It's very crude and only does what it needs to do (collision detection and maps of where you can go). THAT is where the lighting effects come from. They can be applied to your actual character which IS rendered, but they can also use the 3D map to determine what portions of the background image should be "lit up". However, that said the effect will probably look a little photoshopped (think the pseudo lighting in DKC for example, where a level is filtered and lighting is done by removing the filter in certain shapes). I expect most of the lighting will be as prerendered as the background images.

Anyway, I have a friend who loves the Fatal Frame series.

In RE for GC the only things that had RTL were things rendered in real time (adoy), so main char's, enemies and props. It works great though. There's 3 basics of lighting: dynamic (fixed; applied to textures, noninteractive) RT (interactive) and alpha (usually, invisible boxes that change the color of whatever enters its area, casting a filter of red on to everything for example). The best lighting usually uses a combo of all 3 but when you get in to shaders you have all kinds of incredible detail you can trick.

That, however, up there *points* is real time or a cut scene. You cant cast the flashlight and map it on to prerendered backgrounds that actually change as if light is touching it (creating shadow and color change). Unless of course, its entirely real time or a prerendered cut scene. However, the gameplay description gives it away: "Go in to a first person mode." Hey, guess what you need in order to go in to a first person mode? Real time graphics.

The Wii is better than GC and that looks like an enhanced RE4 engine, so do the math there. I played FF2 on PS2 and it's indeed kreepy as all hell though it feels to me to be more 'Japanese'. I dunno how to explain that. And it makes total sense that Nintendo would buy it up because they've been trying to find a voice in the survival horror genre from a first-party stance. Luigi and Alex can tell you all about that.

So I post and I kill the damn thread?

FINE

FINE...

*cry*

Never played Fatal Frame...

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If it's any consolation, bum, what you and DJ said were very informative and interesting (though I already guessed about the 3D character running against empty space, constrained by invisible walls with a 2D image thrown in the background). I can't add onto it myself, though. Besides, this thread was dead in the water to begin with, so stop bringing your... ACTING and your SCRIPTS into this.

Soooo... did anyone like that Jet Set Radio series? Wouldn't a Wii update be awesome?

...it'd be awesome!

*walks over to you*

*smiles*

*straigtens tie*

RAT SHIT BAT SHIT

DIRTY OLD TWAT

SIXTY NINE ASSHOLES TIED IN A KNOT

HOORAY

LIZARD SHIT

FUCK

*Lou Diamond Phillips impersonation*

Ratta tam, eat a clam, sheeby beeby bop
an old dirty clam with a bush like a mop
pinch your nose, pull down her hose, give a little lick
A cunnilingus drive makes any man slick

One man's fowl
Is another mans fish
A skinny girl, that’s
My ideal dish
I like them thin
And I like them lean
Because it takes a waif
To keep me keen
A skinny girl that’s
My ideal treat
For the nearer the bone
The sweeter the meat

:love:

The fish won't bite if you put up a fight
so if lack of fellatio tonight be your blight
get a target in sights and treat her right
so she'll suck with a might that will give you a fright
return the favor, savor the flavor
if she's into it shave her with a nice gentle razor
some like it rough, diving muff in handcuffs,
with a girl who's tough, all substance no fluff
tom boys are my toys, femininity destroyed,
their looks I employ, my cock screams with joy
put a sister in boots, I'll lick them then swoon,
and then we'll switch so I can spank her glutes
get my baby in leather, put her blouse in the shredder
tease me with a feather all night and I'll wed her
get that honey a whip, out my pants my dick slips,
switch again in a flit and I'll make her strip and sip
power games are fair game, though some think it lame,
I think they're vanilla and should all be ashamed

The strike had gone on for two months and a day—
Better working conditions, more rights and more pay.
The studs were determined, come hell they would win it.
Not a film would be made with a real cock in it.
The profits were holding but not for much longer
There’s just so much traction for girl on girl action.
The producers grew frantic, they had to do something
So they put out an ad on a clear channel station.
Gang bangers wanted, come one and come all
This Friday night is the big casting call.
No experience needed, just some men and some balls.

The Who’s were excited. They were men. They had balls.
At a quarter past eight they rolled up on the scene
The bouncer was burly and surly and mean.
He asked for IDs, “Two forms if you please
And sign this statement, you’re free of disease.”
The director was worse, as he paced up and down
He looked over the Who’s and made lots of frowns.
“Don’t you think we should wait and see who else shows?”
“Yesterday there were kings. There’s no time. Let’s just go.”

The Who’s all checked in, left their clothes by the door
And there was Snow White all spread out on the floor.
The cameras were ready, the key grips and lights
All and all it was truly a marvelous sight.
The first Who stepped forward, his cock was immense.
The director said, “Wow, that could hold up a fence.”
But when it came time, and he heard the word, “action.”
He suddenly shrank in a nervous reaction.

Who two was quite ready, that much can be said.
It was just one ‘in out’ before he did spout.
Who Three and Who Four were next at the station.
Snow White looked them over now with indignation.
“Boys, can we please have some real penetration?”
Lost their wads then and there did Who Five, Six and Seven
Three, Four, Eight, Nine, Ten. It was on to Eleven.
Now this Who was proud, he would not lose control.
He erupted the moment she reached for his pole.
Who Twelve was a breeze, one hand did the job
While the other she used on her own little knob.
Thirteen was determined, he would not let her down
He said, “Listen baby, just you turn around.”
With a roll of her eyes and a half-hearted grin
She groaned, “Whatever, just put it in.”
Who Thirteen went at it just as hard as he could.
“Yeah baby, how you like that for some wood?”
Snow White she said, “What? Didn’t know you had started.”
The director yelled, “Cut! This whole thing’s retarded.
I should have known better, I just should have known.
I don’t care what it costs, get me North on the phone.”

And, just as he felt he was getting nowhere,
And almost about to give up in despair,
He suddenly burst through a door and that Mayor
Discovered one shirker! Quite hidden away

“That’s right, we totally forgot about little Who 12a.”
Now Who 12a was small, just three inches tall.
He was smoking out back when they came and got him.
"To the rescue. We need you. Come on little guy."
Now Who 12a was game. Didn’t ask what or why.
Just put out his butt, and said, “Aye, aye.”
Up up up Snow White’s leg Who 12a he did climb
From her knee to her thigh (she was still on all fours.)

Now Who 12a was short—you remember (I just told you.)
But when he unzipped it, there was no more doubt.
It was huge (oh my God was it ever!) and pretty and stout.
For leverage he sprang from the walls like a rocket
Heading straight for Snow White and her waiting eight pocket.
“Oh my God, yes” and “More
More more more,” she did say.
“I will claw your eyes out if you take him away.”
For the next fifteen minutes it was a sex clinic.
Snow White went to Dorothy and back in one minute.
And when it was over and time to back off it
Didn’t ask for permission.
You don’t ask. You just do it.
Shot his load on her back while she pouted and moaned.
There were cheers that erupted all over the room.
There were pats on the back and towels for all.
And amidst all the noise and real jubilation
They could barely hear the one little whimper
From the back of the room next to camera two.
It was one of the crew with a look on his face
That was nervous and scared. ‘Twas a look of disgrace.
“Sir,” he said.
“What? This had better be good!”
“Sir,” he said. “Uh-uh-um, there’s no film.”

Ahahahahaha, brilliant! I don't know if I can contend with that. Someone get the Dr. Seuss illustrator to put pictures to it!

Work be damned (I'm working from home anyway, thank heavens for snow storms), here we go:

Tim Thompson was young, virile and bright,
and to all the women he was a white knight,
Holding open doors, mopping their floors,
Giving foot massages to even the whores,
All platonic, 'cause for sure, there was nothing more

Squirrelly and spastic, Tim's whims were fantastic!
His moods were ecstatic and speeches bombastic!
He figured that happiness came in short stock
and brought it to women all over ad hoc
to one day find a new home for his cock

Poor Tim had attempted so hard to be sharp,
But on being smooth, was not very smart
He'd stumble and mumble and grin like a child
All ladies had ranked him as boring and mild
To get his dick wet it would seem quite a while

But luck beheld! In a vast open field
on a cool November night that hardly seemed real
Apples Tim picked, as he thought it so slick
To give them to Mary, a hot local chick
And with enough work he could slip in his dick

As daydreams unfolded and splashed in his head
Of Mary's lovely snatch, lips pink and clit red,
He heard a small whisper to beckon him forth
To vanquish the chore of courting town whores
To find easy access to oral and more

Capricious by nature Tim followed along
To unspoken words and enchanted song
beyond the his ear's scope, and stepped like a dope
to locate the source of melodious moans
and make the sweet body of their host become known

He entered the woods and clawed through the leaves
and branches and vines and obstructions to heed.
His feet were encased in a shroud of night mist
And as he pushed on, he dreamed his first kiss
The sweet taste of nectar on tactile pink lips

What a sight it had been, as naive little Tim
had made his way on, just dreaming of skin,
the path to his back had begun to retract
as leaves were replaced and twigs came unsnapped
concealing a trail he had not kept track

In the distance he saw a dim yellow glow
soothing any doubts, making Tim mellow.
A halo of light had shown with great might
around what finally came to his sight
A goddess there sat to solve his great blight!

Flowing silk hair of midnight's black color
on the first lunar phase had made his heart flutter!
They framed a white face, on which bright eyes shown
They glimmered and shimmered like hemalyte stones
Her soft nose had pinkened in November cold

Her coy smile had curved up on lovely red cheeks
She parted her robe, let it fall to her feet
Its white form had crumbled down past thighs
which slightly did tremble, awaiting a rise
from its viewer, who stared in lustful surprise

Her slit had been dampened, waiting so long
for Tim to arrive in response to her song
Its velvet folds met to a tight hole
tender and steamy, awaiting a pole
Her convex butt sitting behind his main goal

Her nipples protruded, inviting a mouth
Before it took a diversion down south
Her breasts were white apples, awaiting a palm
And with circumstances of which none seemed wrong
Tim soon dropped his pants and he hobbled along

His fingers were clumsy, they pinched her too hard,
His slobber felt slimy, he kissed like a 'tard
Gently she stroked him to aid his way through
his very last night as virgin and to
an actual man, even if the sex blew.

Tightly she wound her knees around his
He thrust once or twice before shooting white jizz
She cackled and pressed her hands on his neck
Collecting his sperm and completing his trek
To harvest his soul with tantalizing sex

His body jerked back, collapsed to the ground
His skin seemed to melt into a brown mound
His essence was robbed, imprisoned quite tight,
Into her chamber of damned spirits that night
She sealed his soul in a place with no light

Forever he felt the same lust on earth,
Subdued without sex, unquenchable thirst.
No further sin could poor Tim commit
Just memories of the succubus witch
Living indefinite, with no remit... and no regrets

(sorry, I modified it slightly)

way to post in the rong damn thread, asshole. *also did*

*copy paste*

aaaaaaahahahahahahaha :D That was purely win, you get star. You get several stars. You get to talk to Yoshi.

I think Tim was me :(

Wait, what? Did I post something in another topic? I might have, I was kind of stoned while writing that. It might have the changes I thought I lost (but I still love the finished product). Very fun to write, thank you for inspiring me to do it.