游戏中的文本整合 *主线部分and“名人名言”

主线旁白部分 There's no feeling more intense than starting over. If you've deleted your homework the day before it was due, as I have. Or if you left your wallet at home and you have to go back, after spending an hour in the commute, if you won some money at the casino and then put all your winnings on red, and it came up black, if you got you best shirt dry-cleaned before a wedding and then immediately dropped food on it. If you won an argument with a friend and then later discovered that just retuned to their original view, starting over is harder than starting up. If you've not ready for that like if you've already had a bad day, then what you're about to go through might be too much. Feel free to go away and come back. I'll be here. This game is a homage to a free game that came out in 2002, titled"sexy hiking". The author of the game was Jazzuo, a mysterious Czech designer who was known at the time as the father of B-games. B-games are rough assemblages of found objects.Designers slap them together very quickly and freely, and they're often too rough and unfriendly to gain much of a following.They're built more for the joy of building them than as polished products.In a certain way Sexy Hiking is the perfect embodiment of a B-game. It's built almost entirely out of found and recycled parts, and it's one in it, your task is simply to drag yourself up a mountain with a hammer. The act of climbing, in the digital world or in real life, has certain essential properties that give the game it's flavor. No amount of forward progress is guaranteed; some cliffs are two sheer or too slippery. And the player is constantly, unremittingly in danger of falling and losing everything. Anyway when you start Sexy Hiking, you're standing next to a tree, which blocks the way to the entire rest of the game. It might take you an hour to get over the tree, a lot of people never got pass it. You prod and poke at it, exploring the limits of your reach and strength, trying to find a way up, and over. There's a sense of truth in that lack of compromise. Most obstacles in video games are rack-you can be completely confident in your ability to get through them, once you have the correct method or the correct equipment, or just by spending enough time. In that sense, every pixelated obstacle in Sesy Hiking is real. The obstacles in Sexy Hiking are unyielding, and that makes the game uniquely frustrating. But I’m not sure Jazzuo intended to make a frustrating game – the frustration is just essential to the act of climbing and it’s authentic to the process of building a game about climbing.A funny thing happened to me as I was building this mountain, I’d have an idea for an obstacle, and I’d build it, test it, and… it would usually turn out to be unreasonably hard. But I couldn’t bring myself to make it easier.It already felt like my inability to get past the new obstacle was my fault as a player, rather than as the builder. Imaginary mountains build themseleves from our efforts to climb them, and it’s our repeated attempts to reach the summit that turns those mountains into something real. When you’re building a videogame word you’re building with ideas, and that can be like working with quick-set cement. You mold your ideas into certain shape that can be played with, and in the process of playing with them they begin to harder and set until they are immutable, like rock. At that point you can’t change the world-not without breaking it into pieces and starting fresh with new ideas. For years now people have been predicing that games would soon be made of prefabricated objects bought in a store and assembled into a world.For the most part, that hasn’t happened, because the objects in the stories are trash. I don’t mean they look bad or they’re badly made, although a lot of them are. I mean they’re trash in the way that food becomes trash as soon as you put it in the sink. Things are made to be consumed in a certain context, and once the monment is gone they transform into garbage. In the context of technology those moments pass by in seconds. Over time we’ve poured more and more refuse into this vast digitl landfill we call it internet. It now vastly outnumbers and outweighs the things that are fresh and untainted and unused.When everything around us is cultural trash, trash becomes the new medium, the lingua franca of the digital age.You can build culture out of trash, but only trash culture: B-games, B-movies, B-music, B-philosoply.Maybe this is what this digital culture is. A monstrous mountain of trash, the ash-heap of creativity’s fountain.A landfill with every-thing we ever thought of in it. Grand, infinite, and unsorted. There’s 3D models of breakfast, gen-xers’ fanfic noveis, scanned magazines, green-scren shia leBoenf, banned snuff scenes on liveleak, facebook’s got lifelike bots, with unbranded adverts, and candid shots of kanye, and taylor swift mashups, car crash epic fall gifs, Russian dashcam vids, discussious of McRibs, discarded, forgotten, unrecycled. Everything’s fresh for about six seconds until some newer thing beckons and we hint refresh, and there’s year’s of persevering disappearing into the pile, out of style. In this context it’s tempting to make friendly content. That’s gentle, that lets you churn through it but not earn it. Why make something demanding, if it just get piled up in the landfill. Filed in with the bland things?When games were new, they wanted a lot from you. Daunting you, taunting you, resetting and delaying you.Players played stoically. Now everyone’s turned off by that, they want to burn through it quickly, a quick fix for the fickle, some tricks for the clicks of the feckless. But that’s not you, you’re an acrobat. You could swallow a baseball bat. Now I know, most likely you’re watching this on Youtube or Twitch, while some dude with 10 million views does it for you. Like a baby bird being fed chewed-up food. That’s culture too. But on the off-chance you’re playing this, what I’m saying is : Trash is disposble but maybe it doesn’t have to be approachable, what’t the feeling like? Are you stressed, I guess you don’t hate it if you got this far feeling frustrated. And orange is sweet jucy fruit locked inside a bitter peel. That’s not how I feel about a challenge. I only want the bitterness. It’s coffee, it’s grapefruit, its licorice. It feels like we're closer now, composer and climber,designer and user. You could have refused but you didn't, there was something in you that was hiden that chose to continue.It means a lot to me that you've come this far, endured this much.Every wisecrack every insensitivity，every setback you've forgiven me is a kingly gift that you've given me.We have the same taste, you and I, it's not ambition.It's ambition's opposite,an obdurate mission to taste defeat.You'll feel bad if you win so I put this snake in for you. Have you thought about who you are in this? Are you the man in the pot, Diogenes? Are you his hand? Are you the top of the hammer? I think not – where your hand moves, the hammer may not follow nor the man nor the man’s hand. In this you are his WILL, his intent, the embodied resolve in his uphill ascent. Now you’ve conquered the ice cliff, the platfroms the church and the rectory, the living room and the factory, the playground and the construction site, the playground and the construction site, the granit rocks and the lakeside. You’ve learned to hike. There’s no way left to go but up. And in a moment I’ll shut up, but let me say, I’m glad you came. I dedicate this game to you, the one who came this far. I give it to you within all my love. “名人名言”部分 This thing that we call “failure” is not the falling down, bu the staying down. –Mary Pickford The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no thears.-John Vance Cheney The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That’s the deal. – C.S.Lewis You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better. But this si not true. You are sure to be happy again. Knowing this, truly believing it, will make you less miserable now. – Abraham Lincoin Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. – Mary Frye To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. – Friedrich Nietzsche Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain-grief is an interval between two moments of joy.peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thornl the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. – Sathya Sai Baba Sorrow is my own yard/where the new grass/flames as it has flamed often before but not/with the cold fire/that closes round me the year. – William Carlos Williams Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, “it might have been.” – John Greenleaf Whittler If you try to please audicences, uneritically accepting their tastes, it can only mean that you have no respect for them. – Sndrel Tarkovsky Don’t hate the player; hat the game. – Ice T When to the sessions of sweet silent thought. I shmmon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, and with old woes new wall my dear time’s waste. – William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXX. Patience is the foundation of eternal peace. Make anger your enemy. Harm come to those who know only victory and do not know defeat. Find fault with yourself and not with others. It is in falling short, of your own goals that you will surpass those who exceed theirs. – Tokugawa Leyasu. She smiled in defent, with unconquerable eyes. – Atticus Your failure here is a metaphor. To learn for what, please resume climbing. – Rob Dubbin Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone: For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, but has trouble enough of its own. – Ella Weaver Wilcox. Better by far you should forget and smile. Than that you should remember and be sad. – Christina Rosetti Something filled up my heart with nothing, someone told me not to cry. Now that I’m older, my heart is colder, I can see that it’s a lie. – The Arcade Fire I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore. And hold within my hard grains of the golden sand. How few yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep-while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not sare one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? – Edgr Allen Poe Can I see another’s woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, and not seek for kind relief? – William Blake In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. – Lewis Carroll Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt. – William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure There are no regrets in life, just lessons. – Jennifer Aniston Pain has an element of blank; it cannot recollect when it began, or if there were a day when it was not. It has no future but itself. Its infinite realms contain its past, enlightened to perceive new periods of pain. – Emily Dickinson Oft expectation falls, and most oft where most it promisese; and of it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits. – William Shakespeare, All’s well chat ends well Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy. – Khalil Gibram. This is the hour of lead, remembered, if outlived, as freezing persons recollect the snow. First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go. – Emily Dickinson I feel your pain: the pain in knowing this has happened to you. The pain in knowing what more tears we have gained. But through all this I feel your pain. – Octavia Hawkins – Richardson I’m crushing your dreams and dashing your hopes. You’re climbing a mountain with a hammer and no ropes. The mountain seems no more a soulless thing. But rather as a shape of ancient fear, in darkness and the winds of Chaos born amid the lordless heavens’ thundening – A presence crouched, enormous and austere, before whose feet the might water mourn. – George Sterling 音乐 Goin down the road feeling bad – Cliff Carlisle Poor me blues –Ena Hicks Whoops a doodle – Buddy weed and his trio Born to lose – Tedd Daffan’s Texans Going down the road feeling bad – Gussie Ward Store Easy street – The Pided Pipers with Axel Stordahl and his Orchestra Six cold feet in the ground – Leroy Caarr When I grow too old to dream – Dick Haymes Poor boy a long ways from home – Barbecue Bob