by Krantarin » Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:12 pm
I remember those "tough days" back when bugs made the game tough. They also allowed you to duplicate your valuables, kill hundreds of animals who were far more powerful than you were, and find resources everywhere. Coriander, Orestes and I have talked about this in person many times, and Peter is posting nothing but the truth. It is actually much, much harder to be a newbie now than it was then. I (and Coriander, and Orestes) have tried both.
I have played Haven for four months, and know just about everything there is to know about the gameplay, even though I've never been half as "hardcore" a life waster as most of the "oldbies." Seriously, they should try starting completely from scratch with no metals, no stats and nothing to trade for metals or good quality food. The quality mechanic makes it so new players can't even do what they used to be able to do. I remember paying newbies in large amounts of steel for labor and gathering, but if the newbie hasn't boosted his stats to at least a decent level through a month of grinding or so, they're not of any value to me anymore. The quality mechanic also makes it prohibitively difficult to boost stats as a newbie.
Perhaps the "oldbies" will respect my word if they don't respect Ai Shizuka's. Many of you remember me from my days as the chieftain of Pinevalley. The amount of time wasted back then to be an adequate hunter, miner, and chieftain was about a twentieth what it is now. Chieftain Hack McMack died crossing a river. Luckily, the tradition meter and the gods allowed me to start with more LP than I should have been able to.
I love the game, and I love the Devs and their work. They need to make some serious changes before it's worth the time of a "casual player" again. When I say casual, I mean anyone who does anything other than play H&H. If the Trav remembers having a job, going to school, or even having a slight semblance of some real-life things to do, he'll remember that spending a half an hour finding a cow is actually wasting a thirtieth of your waking day trying to find a fucking cow!
Get real, people!
A Lurker from the days when Laketown was on the frontier and Bottleneck was the military superpower.