Recent reviews by t33

12年说长不长说短不短，刚刚好的青春，啪的一下很快啊，一转眼仿佛还是那个夏天坐在电脑前挥舞着长枪的少年人，人总是这样，年轻时盼着长大，长大后又开始怀旧，时至今日，看到楼梯边的斜坡也不再会有向下滑的那种冲动了，年轻幼稚仿佛成了夸赞，成熟得体却更多成了唏嘘感慨，这个IP承载了太多的过去，就像歌里唱的时光一去就真的永不再回了，活在当下，珍惜眼前的人事物吧，12年带来的还是熟悉的味道，希望曾经的热爱还能找回那份最纯粹的快乐和初心，共勉.

品质方面，目前不意外也不出彩，毕竟发售和发布这是两回事，倒是挺适合整活

8.9⁺/10

找回年少时贪玩的你。

这货就是毛子版马里奥

名副其实的克苏鲁情节，一场由于非法施工所引发的工程事故，一款需要在绝境中全力以赴的游戏.

游戏开篇通过一段文字向玩家概括了这款游戏的基本特点：“任务可能会失败，或是必须放弃。英雄们会阵亡，且当他们一旦死去，就永远的离去了。游戏的进度自动保存，因此所有行动的结果都无法回头。”

Roguelike、硬核、永久死亡，无疑是这个游戏最鲜明的标签.

对于冒险本身永远都是要付出代价的，这很合理，在巨大挑战面前获得的成就感也是游戏本身所想要传递的内容，时刻保持清醒的头脑，步步为营切勿盲目自信，玩家的压力都被很好的反映在了数值上.

出彩的旁白和BGM值得重点表扬下，克苏鲁式的恐怖元素渲染的也足够到位，实属难能可贵的佳作.

在最后一次通关剧情模式的时候，脑海当中突然闪过一丝念头，回到小镇我解散了雷纳德和迪马斯，清空了马车，刀枪入库马放南山，就像他们曾期许的“那一刻我们得到了彼此的救赎”，回首这个游戏的种种不由得感慨万千和些许玩味.

希望2代的职业系统可以再丰富和饱满一点，强度再高一些.

9.9/10

哈姆雷特非常棒

没有来得及见过凌晨四点的洛杉矶，却听到了凌晨四点传来的噩耗。

不同于艾弗森、加内特这种底层出身的球星，需要有一堆穷哥们儿要养，也不喜欢嘻哈风，更热衷于深色袜子、西装笔挺的参加脱口秀，也不同于卡特、希尔这种中产出身的球星，面对激烈的竞争他无法做到心平气和，进而顺势转型，因为他总是永不言败。更不同于库里和哈登这种新时代的球星，按照数据优化自己的打法和出手选择，他更喜欢单挑、中距离、低位单打。

“朋友来来去去，但总冠军旗帜永远飘扬。”
“总有人是要赢的，为什么不能是我呢。”

科比，是一个独特的人，是NBA的分水岭，是旧时代最后的荣光，是江湖的最后一个大佬。

既是江湖最后一个大佬，总有自己的派头和排面，虽然时代变得让他有点格格不入，但他总有底线，他会倔强、顽固地坚守自己的底线，这又怎能不让人喟然长叹？

就像最后一个赛季，他可以在整个常规赛划水，频繁在微笑中露出八颗牙、给每个后辈签名、告诉他们“你百分百像我”。但在最后一战，他抛开之前的温柔敦厚，要什么温情，要什么追忆，要什么热泪盈眶，要什么高风亮节，就是要透支体力打出巅峰状态，就是要浑身颤抖着拿下60分，就是要以一个胜利者的姿态走出球馆。

这合理吗？这不合理！但这很科比。

就像今天，科比离开这个世界的方式一样。

这合理吗？这不合理！这太不合理了！​​​​

至此，

始于凌晨四点，也止于凌晨四点。

Mamba never out。

官中终于要来了，无比的欣喜的和欣慰，感谢汉化人员的努力和游戏精美的制作，差不多是最后几小时的倒计时了吧。非常期待~

一刀888级
屠龙宝刀点击就送

版权费到账了

In 231 AD during the Three Kingdoms period,a woodcutter trekked into the hills for firewood.

One Mid-autumn day at dawn,There were misty clouds,and morning fog all around.

The woodcutter got lost halfway,Deep in the trees and flowers.He spotted two or three huts.

The woodcutter wondered:Throughout more than a decade as a hermit here,He had met a total of seven to eight guests.But had never heard about someone else living in the mountains.

“Is someone there?”

He entered the courtyard,And saw wild grass,heavy dirt,and flling leaves all over.

He entered the rooms,And was shocked to find,the tables very clean,the beds neat and tidy,the candles still lit and ink not dried.

He looked at the handwriting,He could feel the vigor and strength in the strokes,An indeed scholarly calligraphy.

He looked around the house,And noticed the burnt incense,which seems to come from some pious sage.

Seeing this, he recited a poem:“A woodcutter walked past a hill,but the house owner here was not found. In such a big world we dwell in,We are destined to meet someday."

Before dusk the woodcutter headed home with his firewood,There was dusk fog again in the trees,and misty clouds all over again.

A while later,He dropped by the same place,asking if the owner was back.and walked to the souther room,only to find the incense still burning,candles lit,but still no one there.He was deeply puzzled,and did not know why.

Back home,His wife had prepared dinner.But because of all the happenings,the woodcutter was not in the mood.

Early in the morning,The woodcutter came here for the third time.

He entered the courtyard.went to the southern room.Wild wind blowing through the weeds,Incense was burning and candles still lit.But stil with no one there.

“I am a woodcutter down the hill,not some thieves or bandits,so don't worry."

His virtuous wife,noticed his bad mood,and asked him why,So the woodcutter told her everything.His wife said:“When ruler Liubei visited politician and military strategist Zhuge Liang,He bathed himself, perfumed with incense and dressed formally. Though my husband is an ordinary folk,Good manners are still the most important.”

“i'm a vulgar folk down the hill.Sorry to have offended you.I'm here to apologize.Hope you don't mind."

A breeze happened to blow open the wooden door behind him,woodcutter entered the room.

“If you are at home,sir, don't bother to show up.”
“I'm leaving in a minute."

Before he left, he took the incense from the table, lit it and placed it in the censer like a pious saint.

But the woodcutter was so tired that he rested softly on the straw mat for a whlie. then he fell asleep.

In 231 AD during the Three Kingdoms period,a woodcutter trekked into the hills.got lost halfway,And never came back.His wife looked for him day after day,but could not find him.

Three years later,she married someone else.People asked her:where is your husband, the woodcutter?Reciting a poem, she said:He should be in the mountains,But deep in the trees and clouds, somewhere I don't know.

8.5/10