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quote: SpotSD . FREELANCE (an acronym, see here for meaning) Actually I didn't mean it to be an acronym. I meant for the word to be taken literally by its gaming definition. It means virtually boundless when it comes to places to go, things to see, options esc... I find it very appropriate that the dictionary definition of freelance. 1 : a person who acts independently without being affiliated with or authorized by an organization 2 : a person who pursues a profession without a long-term commitment to any one employer Describes the indie company BC3000AD perfectly. What I said on page one. First person Real time strategy Entirely dynamic playing environment Entertainment like no other Lost all boundaries Addicting game play Non linear Complete immersion Excitement to a new level Was just a little thing I did to list off a few things that BCM is. I was in no way intending that what's listed is all BCM is. [ 09-27-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

quote:give a thousand different "choices" instead of one Yeah but maybe if you take all the work that you would have put into thousands of genres and put it into one genre you just might come up with one that's a thousand times better.

*GASP* Epsilon 5! you arn't just going to forget about quote:IT'S COMPLETE SIMULATION DAMMMIT! 'nuff said... again... That's a pretty good one to. Stick with what you got [ 09-26-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

Whatever happened to the user reviews for the BCM demos at the EBgames preorder site? My guess is they were shut down because it seemed like a flame war was brewing, But that's just my theory. Does anyone know for sure what realy happend?

Will The SC serorusly be giving away a free copy to the genre name he likes best??

Freelance Freelance Freelance Freelance Freelance Freelance Come on everybody do the freelance wave!!! code: F A N E E E R L C R L C E E E, F A N Crowd Cheers!! YAY FREELANCE. give me a, F give me a, R give me a, E give me a, A give me a, K give me a, Oh wait!! give me a, I said STOP!! give me a, Quit it or I'll pop you one! give me a, "POW" THUD, Ha! he won't be bugging anyone anymore! What do you have?!?! uh... FREELANCE! [ 09-21-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

quote: I think that was a good short story Thank you quote: it was a little hard to read becuase you can't tab. Yes, I hate that... I thought about (code) (/code) But I think that makes the text annoyingly small. Let me make sure. code: uh... testing, testing, 1,2,3

This isn't in the rp forum because, it's not rp, and it has nothing to do with the battlecruiser universe. This is a creative writing project that's due in english class in a few days. I thought I would post it here first and you people could give consturctive critisim (In other words don't say "yur story sux" and leave it at that.) Please point out any gramitcle errors, spelling errors, and plot holes you find. Thank you. Ps. yes it is a western that was one of the guidlines. The Alleged Robbery By (you didn't realy think I'd post my name online Did you?) It started on a dry humid day in the small prarie town of Dusty Springs. The air seemed thick and sticky; it was the kind of air that seemed more solid than it did vapor. A small squirrelly man named Joe Blake dashed into the sheriff’s office and in a broken voice that seemed to belong to a young man, he screeched “Johnson!” The sheriff bolted awake from his light afternoon nap. “What do you want?” he demanded, obviously annoyed by the rude awakening. A stage has been robbed about four miles west of town! Johnson all traces of annoyance suddenly gone “what was it carrying?” "No passengers and the driver abandoned the stage when he saw gang coming” The small man said. “All that was on board was cargo.” The sheriff heaved a sigh of relief. For he knew the outlaws native to these parts were not known for taking prisoners. “I’m going to ride out there and take a look around for any clues as to who did this. Round up deputy Travis and have him meet me there as soon as he can.” Johnson said as he headed through the door into the hot midday weather. Once outside he squinted into the sun starting to dip low in the sky, pulled down his hat to shade his eyes, swung up into his saddle, and headed west. In search of the deputy, Blake galloped up to the saloon, in his haste practically falling off his horse. Upon regaining his balance he whipped the harness around a post and ran into the saloon. Scanning the room he spotted the Deputy playing cards at a corner table. “Travis!” Blake shouted over the din of the noisy room, “You sure are a hard man to find when needed.” “I try” the stocky young man yelled back with a grin. Blake quickly replied, “This is no laughing matter. A stage has been robbed just west of town.” The crowded busy room suddenly became quite enough to hear a pin drop, all eyes turned to Blake, and the smile on Travis’ face faded like the last rays of sunlight just outside. Sheriff Johnson felt great relief from the cooling effect of the sun slipping below the horizion. He was about a mile from where Blake had said the stagecoach would be. When he saw another rider cantering along the road. Pulling along side the tall burly man, Johnson asked, “What are you doing along this road?” Ignoring the question the man declared, “oh good you must be the Sheriff” while looking at Johnson’s badge. “Yeah I…” Johnson started when the man cut him off. “You must be out here about the robbery?” “Yes” the Sheriff replied, and then added somewhat suspiciously “how did you know about the robbery?” “Oh, well I’m the driver.” The man said in a condescending voice, like it was common knowledge who he was. “I’m just going back to the stage to see what the thieves have taken,” the big man added. There was a long silence filled only with the rhythmic sound of the horse’s hoofs. Until just for the sake of conversation Johnson commented, “for a fellow who’s just been robbed you sure are pretty calm.” The driver became noticeably tense and snapped, “how would you know how I feel?” This lead to another stretch of silence in which Johnson puzzled over the drivers sudden change in mood. After what seemed like an eternity the driver said, “the stage is right up ahead.” Sheriff Johnson looked up from deep thought… Sure enough the stagecoach was just coming into view, the four-horse team munching grass in the twilight. One of the horses lifted its head and perked its ears at the newcomers approach. Johnson and the driver dismounted and tethered their horses to the branches of a fallen tree. The driver approached the stage and started rummaging around in the back Cargo area. Johnson stayed back near the horses and surveyed the area. He was uneasy, Something about the scene before him didn’t seem to fit. Then he realized that it wasn’t Something that he saw that was bothering him… It was something that wasn’t there. There didn’t seem to be any evidence of a robbery. There should have been more sets of hoof prints, but the ground was only disturbed where the team of horses and stagecoach was. Usually when a stage robbery takes place the robbers would carelessly throw unwanted items about and leave the stagecoach in a general state of disarray. Here every thing was neatly tucked in. In fact the only reason to believe a crime had taken place was when Johnson’s eyes probed the shadowy area behind the drivers seat there was just enough moonlight to tell that the strongbox was missing. He slowly started walking forward to get a closer look at the scene. With each step he took, a sense of dread within him grew stronger and stronger. Though he saw himself as very independent person now he felt like a child. He found himself subconciously reciting “Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil for thou art with me.” As Johnson drew up to the side of the coach he heard the click of a firearm being cocked. In that chilling moment the last peace of the horrifying puzzle that had been plaguing him snapped into place. The driver spun around in what seemed to be slow motion, the moonlight glinting off the barrel of a sawed off shotgun. In one swift motion Johnson threw himself backwards on the ground and rolled under the coach, just as the driver squeezed off a shot. The buckshot buzzed by Johnson’s ear shattering the right front wheel of the coach. The coach hung for a moment then gave a creak and collapsed, pinning Johnson's right ankle. The startled horses rushed a few steps forward sending paralyzing agony through Johnson’s right leg. After regaining composure Johnson paused, then called out “you know you can’t kill me,” as he groped for his sidearm finding it uselessly pinned under him. “Oh?” the driver asked, “why is that?” Johnson thought a moment then replied “because you will be the first one they suspect.” “I think not, no one even knows we met on the road,” the driver declared. Then Johnson realized it was true, everyone would assume the robbers came back and found him there and that they were the culprits. Realizing all he could do was buy more time, Johnson asked a question that he already knew the answer of “there was never any robbery was there?” All that came back was silence. Speaking to the man’s feet, which was all Johnson could see from under the coach, Johnson accused “You hid the strongbox and made up the robbery story to make yourself look like the innocent victim.” There was more silence… then heard the driver mumble, “now to finish it.” He shoved a new cartridge in the chamber of his shotgun. All of a sudden like lightning in the night A second voice reached Johnson’s ears. “Drop the gun now!” The pinned Sheriff taking advantage of the detracted driver, lashed out with his free leg, sweeping the drivers feet out from under him. The driver fell face forward on the newly loaded shotgun. As he slammed the ground the firearm went off in a deafening blast. Johnson closed his eyes and cringed. His ears still ringing, he slowly opened his eyes to see the driver lying lifeless on the dusty ground. The next day found Johnson lying in a bed at the local clinic. His fractured ankle Badly bruised and swollen was supported by a splint. There was a knock at the door that interrupted his thoughts of the previous days events. “Come in” he called. Nurse Anderson entered the room with a smile of greeting “How are you feeling?” she asked. “A lot better He lied,” in reality it felt like his ankle had been through a meat grinder and looked hardly any better. The nurse loosened the bandage to get a look at the wound. “It appears to been only a slight fracture… You should be up and about in a few months tops.” “Oh goody” Johnson replied sarcastically. The nurse laughed while heading for the door “I’ll check on you again in a hour” she said. The door closed behind her leaving Johnson alone with his thoughts of the still missing strongbox once again. The End. I thought I'd leave it open ended so I could use it for a future paper.

Um... ok fair enough but some more things I don't get are (A) why when they were fighting for "hours and hours" didn't anyone come to Mikes aid? (they are smack dab in the middle of an insurgent base aren't they?) or ( Didn't Mike realize "Heeey... there's no insurgents here, why don't I tell Marcus that it was all a act to save my neck. We can hop into the shuttle detonate the mines and watch them blow up in a way cool fashion while we fly off into the sunset together to be heroes?"

Lets find out where he lives and... uh... steal his trampoline Right Jaguar?

Since Mike was a traitor why did he let Marcus get as far as to plant all the mines in the cloning facility? And even if for some reason he did let Marcus get that far... Why the heck didn't they remove the mines before they confronted Marcus in his room? One more thing, why did Marcus wait till the end of the "hours and hours" long fight to detonate the mines? I mean... He knew there was a chance he could be killed in the gunfight so if he blew the mines before that happened he could of still completed the mission even though he was killed.

All the rescue workers working on the World Trade Center, let us keep all involved in our thoughts and prayers. [ 09-11-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

Our very own beloved... ... ... ... ... ... Paul Resnig!! Yeah we love you Paul!! Ps. $ilk thanks for the geforce3 link

*ahem* FREELANCE see my post on page one [ 09-05-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

*snicker* hindot said trojan *snicker* Wow that was really beaves and butthead of me

I've been wondering that to. And will an ACM for every career? Or just for Cap ship captain? quote: will there be more available for download post-release? Yes with the BCM GBS (Game Builder System) I'm sure there will be many third party ACMs popping up on fan pages and the like. [ 08-31-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

Thank you Hector that is exactly what I meant by my question. I have taken none of this personally and I'm satisfied with the way the topic has been resolved. I would like to thank everyone for their time and input. Guess that covers just about everything so I'll see you all later.

quote: Does this answer your question? Sadly no... Let me use an example. In 3000ad a good way to escape your attackers was to fly planeside because the planetary engine booted up and the space engine shut down (someone correct me if I'm wrong.) I guess when the space engine shuts down it takes the NPCs with it. The reason for this is the two engines aren't running at the same time. If they were your comp would fry. So (again correct me if I'm wrong) if the flight engine and cap ship interior engine aren't running at the same time then couldn't you (if you were in a sticky situation) just switch to firstperson and the flight engine would shut down taking whatever was attacking you with it. To put it bluntly... that would suck, and take away realism from the game. Which is why I don't think the SC wouldn't do it that way. (could be wrong) If he doesn't do it that way (with my very limited programming knowledge) I have come to the conclusion that the two engines must be running side by side. Again I don't see how that is possible for people with the minimum BCM system requirements be able to play. The SC answered that above quote: You will require nothing short of at least a PIII 500Mhz machine, 128MB RAM and a 32MB graphics So what all that babble eventually boils down to is *drumrole* Will or will not the space or planetary flight engines be running at the same time as the ship interior engine? Why this question needs more than a yes or no answer is totally beyond me. PS. Could anyone point out exactly where in the Dev diary this is covered?

Well sorry but I didn't think it was a silly question because A) BCM's space and planetary engines don't run simultaneously because the average computers RAM can't handle it I'm not a programmer so why the heck would I know? And before the next time you go off and type two sentences of criticism at someone i.e. quote: It was a blatantly silly question,(especially in light of my dev update) which is why I ignored it. Which part of this simple premise (for as long as you've been here), did you miss exactly? Just think which one would be easier... What you said above? or a simple yes or no answer? (which frankly was all I was asking for)

Thanks for the feedback, but I'd still like to know will interior engine be running simultaneously with the space planetary and flight engine(s)? That was kinda the whole point of my post.

If there is a patch that lets people be in first person in cap ships will the interior engine be running simultaneously with the space planetary and flight engine(s)? And if so how on earth will people with the minimum system requirements be able to play without their system being bogged down? [ 08-30-2001: Message edited by: Supreme Cmdr ]

There is the official star map thingy in the new BCM appendix available in the BCM downloads section. Along with a bunch of other stuff like unit pics and stats.

Who is Shirley?

Well it just goes to show you that there are so many people out there that are willing to bash something just because they hear somewhere that it sucks. Instead of actualy THINKING for themselves. Heck I bet more then 95% of the people who flaim 3000ad haven't even tried it. And I bet a good 65% of them would have liked it if they had. Oh well... their loss. The "Bunch of stupid heads." [ 08-27-2001: Message edited by: SpotSD ]

Well then for goodness sake don't mention 3000AD or Derek Smart. Over at www.tauniverse.com I posted some snippets of the latest Dev diary and a link to the BCM features page and I got positive feedback. And hopefully by the time they discover who's making it and that it's the sequel to 3000ad they be intrigued enough to at least download the demo and make their own opinion.