Well, my mod is pretty much complete although I didn't get any voice acting done and I wanted to make a few things more polished. It's my first mod evar and I spent too much time on it, which is why my campaign is so incomplete. I'm fairly sure I credited everyone correctly but I could be wrong.

As for the campaign, I don't think I'll be able to get any more done so I'm submitting it now; I probably won't finish it. It only has a training mission and the first mission, so you don't really get much storyline at all. Neither are polished and they use basic placeholder dialogue. gg no re

I haven't done a last playthrough of the mod so if anything doesn't work let me know and I'll try fix it tonight. Haven't got time after that.

http://www.staredit.net/?file=2405

EDIT
I REUPLOADED due to gamebreaking problems. Please redownload if you already downloaded it. 2nd mission is mildly difficult whereas 1st mission should take 5 minutes or so.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Sep 17 2011, 11:54 am by Jack.

If I finish early I can voice act your shit. No promises, though.

Everything's due tomorrow at 11:59 PM EST. Any late submissions will receive a penalty (not sure what it will be as of yet), but will still be judged. Try to finish up!

Theoretically I could put in another couple of hours work tomorrow before the deadline...hrm.

Dude, I would at least suggest formatting your text. Also, wtf is the Tempest doing? It just sits there.

The tempest was going to have a bigger role but I didn't have time to impliment my plans. Maybe I'll do something with it tomorrow.

Most of the text IS formatted, except for the mission briefings.

Format ideally should be like:

.....NAME
..........Hey guys, this is what text should look like. Isn't
..........it cool looking?

I use SCMDraft 2 for all my mapmaking needs (except the mass importing of sounds; that's what WinMPQ is for). Thus, my text generally stretches a little too far. I'll have to fix that before I release Rivalry.

But yours, yours is just

Name: text

And you don't have a show portrait function or anything, so if we don't read the un-formatted, text we have no clue who it is (and red is very hard to read at the base of the screen).

Here's a little story for you all, written by Pr0... with a bit of a surprise at the end.

Decade of Terror

Dawn.

And at dawn, a new day.

A new reign.

The thought of such an undertaking, the magnitude of even conceiving such an effort, drew a reluctantly curious mind to front. A low, rumbling, awakening resounded mentally throughout the enormous den before the tired creature could direct his thoughts at that which had addressed him.

When he did think, however, the thought was short and clear. "What is it, Torzul?"

Torzul's response was not the cogent layout of meaningful speech that the Cerebrate normally passed on. In lieu of that, a sea of images, mixed with an anxious excitement and zeal for the possibilities that could be found within, filled the other Cerebrate's consciousness. Dead Protoss littered city grounds. Once-glorious monuments to the alien race's architectural skills lay in ruins, burning or disintegrating under lances of plasma fire from Scout and Corsair fighters. Once again on the ground, the images flashing by faster now, Protoss fought against one another in a vicious, primal battle. Curiosity peaked. With no major difference in visual appearance and no visible battle insignias, it was impossible to discern the larger belligerents in the conflict. That aside, something about the environmental backdrop of the bloody war that was taking place between Protoss resounded in the Cerebrate's mind.

"I believe I have seen this planet before. Not with my own consciousness, but through that of another. Fidulees, perhaps." The Cerebrate mused, remembering his use of the Templar as a 'sleeper agent' of sorts within the ranks of their ilk. "But again, not directly. Something in his memory..."

Cerebrate Torzul responded with an image of the Templar in a close quarters battle with a tall Protoss, the latter of which was wielding psi blades that marked him as a Zealot. As Fidulees darted to the side and shot forward a psionic blast, simultaneously avoiding the Zealot's strike and enacting one of his own, the viewpoint shifted to a more isometric standard just in time to see a medium-sized Protoss vehicle burst through a collapsed wall - one of the ruined cityscape's many obstacles. The light tank was twice the size of the average Protoss warrior, and appeared quite menacing and well-armed, its main cannon crackling with electrical charges. As the Zealot fell, the Templar shielded his form with psi energy, bracing for an attack from the unknown vehicle before the image dissipated into nothingness.

The Cerebrate sent Torzul an acknowledgment - a mental nod, as it were - and posed the query that he already knew the answer to. "Why have you shaken me from my slumber for this? Surely, you must have some plot or another related to such an event." As the Cerebrate projected his thoughts, he delved into the memories of both him and the Protoss minds he'd consumed over the decades, perusing an endless sea of information for a possible match on the vehicle he'd seen in the memory of Fidulees.

Torzul's rebuttal was both eager and revealing; the older Cerebrate was indeed excited with the opportunities he'd uncovered. "This, Cerebrate, is the event known as the Taltamör Insurgency - a small battle in a galactic civil war between Protoss, and the death site of the 'noble' warrior Klensis, who expunged all the Zerg from Mel'kor those many years ago."

The addressed Cerebrate stopped searching for the mystery vehicle and sent a confused sentiment back. "We all know this, Torzul. Why is this important now? What has the Taltamör Insurgency shown you?" A foreboding sense shot across the Cerebrate's mind, as he felt certain he already knew the answer to his question... But Torzul couldn't be implicating the impossible. There was no possibility that-

The Cerebrate's thoughts were interrupted by Torzul's own.

"We must return to Mel'kor."

---

"Oooh, and, life is a highway! I'm gonna ride it, all night long!
If you're goin' my way. I wanna ride it, all night long!"

Captain Miles Grant chuckled to himself. For once in military history, it seemed, nobody in the squadron was complaining at the choice of music.

Maybe it'd be a good patrol day.

"Elegy-1 to Elegy. Sound off, over!" The captain's squad lights were all green, just like they were every morning. "Elegy-2, sounding off. Over." Maxwell Duggs was the mechanic of the group, seeing to the Wraiths' well-being if they'd miraculously gotten damaged during the generally easy-going patrols. While the significance of his role was often downplayed jokingly, Max had saved their asses more than a few times through repairs, and they all owed him big time.

The next one to check in was Taylor Golds, with his signature "Elegy-3, ready to whoop some invisible Dominion ass!" Golds was an ideal soldier and pilot when it came right down to it, but since the last time the planet Rastar had been attacked by an external force was older than any of them had been alive, the man rarely got to show this. It was a damn shame, too, considering how fast he was with a set of good wings.

Any thoughts of the other two in his squad were temporarily washed away, however, when a louder voice hit the comms. "Oh, you KNOW I'm ready for summa THIS, bay-bee!" Dark-skinned by creed and loud-mouthed by nature, Elegy-4 - better known as Coleson Gale - didn't have to announce himself to his colleagues; the behemoth of a man was a staggering combination of six-foot-nine-inches and three-hundred pounds, almost all of it a hardened muscle. All his equipment, Wraiths included, had had to come in plus sizes for the man. Truly, calling Coleson "big guy" was like calling military food sub-par - it was a gross understatement.

After the chuckles had subsided, Grant himself chimed back in, a smirk more than evident on his face. "Glad to hear that everyone's still with us! We all know how dangerous it is out here in Rastarian space! Keep your eyes peeled, boys!" His wisecracks earned him and his team a few more chuckles before the formation tightened slightly and the crafts exited the radar range of their dispatch location, space station Rukia. This was when the pilots were normally instructed to activate their cloaking field, but the countless years of patrol experience told them otherwise. Save the ship's energy and use it only if there's an actual conflict.

But, bloody hell; there was never an actual conflict. Ever. Why should today be any different? Today was Miles' good patrol day.

Or so he thought.

---



Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Sep 18 2011, 3:42 am by Jim_Raynor.

You still have a full day to make any changes . I'll start playing through it as soon as the deadline passes.

I know. I've been tweaking it for the last week, I would have been able to release it on the 12th if it hadn't been extended. There's literally nothing else I can do it it, lol.

I can personally vouch for the quality of the campaign, having voiced it and done some minor musical work for it. I'm sure you'll all have some fun with it while I work my ass off on the last two maps of Rivalry's contest version.

Alas, my three day erection begins.



GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!

Here's some more masturbation material for Oh_Man (and all of you secretive masturbators).



TRYING REALLY HARD TO GET THIS DONE - DID ALL THE TRIGGERING AND VOICE ACTING THIS MORNING, AND THE MAP IS ONLY LIKE 20% DONE IF THAT

FFFUUU

stay tuned

/e
forgot to say that IT'S FUCKING HARD so I died. /spoiler

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Sep 18 2011, 7:52 pm by Pr0nogo.

HOW do you record a 800x600 game in 720p? ;-;

FRAPS + Windows Movie Maker. I could have done it in 1080p if I wanted to.

640x480*

Also, lrn2resolution expander ;0
Unfortunately difficult to do with a mod. But with standard sc, res expander makes recording videos look SOOOO good ;0

Chaoslauncher can x2 and any given video editor can rescale.

Just so you know, I really did work on a campaign, but I only had this weekend free to do it, which was not enough time to produce something. I barely touched the surface for what I was going to do, and a late submission wouldn't be worth submitting for me at this point. Here's proof that I actually tried, though:



Sorry Demon.

removed

Post has been edited 3 time(s), last time on Sep 19 2011, 11:00 pm by Pr0nogo.