SaintB
18-11-2007, 04:31
I'm sending this letter out to as many major video game producers as I can get contact information for. This addresses the problem that I, and many of my friends have with the state of modern combat simulators. Who here agrees with me?
I want a real gamer’s flight combat simulator; I want a my World War II fighter ace game to be a real, true to life, deadly, draining, nerve racking experience that I feel truly involved in. I want a world where only the quick thinking and bold men come home and everyone else is just cannon fodder. I want to find myself a hair’s breadth away from destruction every time an enemy gets the drop on me and come back from each mission feeling like I have accomplished something just by making it back!
Give me dogfighting!
No more pussy footing it around with dime a dozen enemies and easy to pluck out of the air pansy fighter pilots who float around as if they have barely had a few hours of air time. I want my enemy to be brash and smart, I want my enemies to know their planes like they know their lovers, every little button and knob is so familiar that the aircraft is like an extension of themselves. I want it to be truthful; just because I shoot my enemy doesn’t mean he’s done yet! I want the chance that the damage I dealt is merely superficial, when smoke pours from my enemy’s nearly ruined fuselage I want to be able to grin and close in for the kill like a shark that smells blood only to have it stolen from me by the (un)timely intervention of his wingman so he has just enough time to limp back home to fight me again; I WANT TO EARN MY ACE WINGS!
Every kill should be a challenge, sending my enemy spiraling from the air toward the earth should be an accomplishment in and of itself! No more mindlessly blasting away at closely packed enemy formations and dropping them from the sky like a toddler throwing his toys around the bedroom like every ‘dogfight’ game ever conceived; no no no no no! My enemy has one objective, too kill me! His one and only job is to shoot me and my mates out of the sky and do his damndest to make sure we never get back home to fly a fighter plane ever again. I want to hate and respect my opponents in every mission; I want to fear them while simultaneously laughing at their efforts to make sure that I won’t get out of this without a closed casket. GIVE DADDY THRILLS BABY!
I want my wingman to be my only real friend, I want him to hold my life in his hands and expect the same from me. I want to know that without him there to save my ass I’m toast and I want to fight back the urge to scream and choke back my tears when a stray round strikes his cockpit and ends his life prematurely. I want teamwork; nobody goes out to fly the unfriendly skies alone. I want to know that I can count on my squadron to help me pull through the hard times, just as my enemy can. I want to see enemy pilots throw themselves in the line of fire to keep their buddy alive for one more mission, I want the weakest pilots in the squad to act as bait so that the seasoned veterans can pop out of the clouds at the last minute and rain a deadly hail of .50 caliber rounds on me for being so naive.
No more assisted aim! Aim assistance is for the weak… I want little more than a target painted onto the glass or a metal ‘hood ornament’ with a crosshairs on it for aiming, just like my real world counterparts dealt with. Don’t track my enemies for me, I want to have to deal with not knowing whether or not my opponent is the same Jerry I just shot at or a totally new one… hell I want to find myself chasing a target just to end up shooting my own man! No easy to use HUD for me either, just the bare minimum… my fuel gauge, my altimeter, and only those other things I’d have in real life. No ammo counters! I want to have to conserve ammo; make me guess how many bullets I have left over and punish me for blindly firing at everything that moves by finding myself completely helpless in the air.
I don’t want it easy, I want to struggle through each mission; barely conscious of what else goes on around me as I struggle to stay alive in the aerial hell above Europe, Africa, and the Southern Pacific.
Make it real!
Between missions I want to be able to adjust my plane to my own personal tastes, give me the option to adjust my guns for the ranges I like best; don’t automatically adjust my guns to pinpoint accuracy, make me and a team of trained mechanics work laboriously in a hanger somewhere to make sure my cannons are spot on the target. I want mechanical problems too! That shell that shredded my ailerons in the last mission comes back later to bite me in the ass when the replacement part doesn’t quite fit right and my whole plane drags to port giving me a true challenge to my skills. I want a new guy to forget that he’s supposed to grease something in my flight controls one evening and have to deal with reduced maneuverability while I try to shoot down German bombers over the English Channel.
I want to do more than just see the difference in my aircraft! I want to actually tell the difference between the handling of my Spitfire and the smooth acceleration of my Mustang. I want to know that my Hawker Hurricane can take those hits to her body but grimace every time a shot zips past my canvas wings… and I want to be terrified when my Swordfish is set upon by even the least experienced German pilot! I want Japanese Zeros that fly circles around my Wildcat while I try desperately to pluck them from the sky with my superior firepower.
Give it real depth!
I want to follow the story of an American pilot laying it on the line for his British allies in the Eagle Squadron during the battle of Britain. I want to see through the eyes of a German pilot as I engage Russians over the skies of Stalingrad. I want to watch Pearl Harbor go up in flames from the cockpit of a Betty as I unleash my ordinance onto the unprepared ships below. I want to spend time in the shoes of a limey wannabe hero over the barren deserts of North Africa. I feel the need to take to the skies as a Russian; desperately trying to defend the air above the motherland, and finally I want to go one on one as a Tuskegee airman against an elusive Nazi Ace in a nail biting hairpin turn dogfight to the death!
We can rebuild it, we have the technology…
We can make it stronger, faster, and tougher than any flight combat simulator before it! We have the talent and the computing power to make the skies above WWII come to life in 3D animation that will have your hair blowing in the wind and your stomach churning with each barrel roll as you fly at 250 knots three thousand feet above the imagined safety of the ground. Why the fuck do these games still suck?
I want a real gamer’s flight combat simulator; I want a my World War II fighter ace game to be a real, true to life, deadly, draining, nerve racking experience that I feel truly involved in. I want a world where only the quick thinking and bold men come home and everyone else is just cannon fodder. I want to find myself a hair’s breadth away from destruction every time an enemy gets the drop on me and come back from each mission feeling like I have accomplished something just by making it back!
Give me dogfighting!
No more pussy footing it around with dime a dozen enemies and easy to pluck out of the air pansy fighter pilots who float around as if they have barely had a few hours of air time. I want my enemy to be brash and smart, I want my enemies to know their planes like they know their lovers, every little button and knob is so familiar that the aircraft is like an extension of themselves. I want it to be truthful; just because I shoot my enemy doesn’t mean he’s done yet! I want the chance that the damage I dealt is merely superficial, when smoke pours from my enemy’s nearly ruined fuselage I want to be able to grin and close in for the kill like a shark that smells blood only to have it stolen from me by the (un)timely intervention of his wingman so he has just enough time to limp back home to fight me again; I WANT TO EARN MY ACE WINGS!
Every kill should be a challenge, sending my enemy spiraling from the air toward the earth should be an accomplishment in and of itself! No more mindlessly blasting away at closely packed enemy formations and dropping them from the sky like a toddler throwing his toys around the bedroom like every ‘dogfight’ game ever conceived; no no no no no! My enemy has one objective, too kill me! His one and only job is to shoot me and my mates out of the sky and do his damndest to make sure we never get back home to fly a fighter plane ever again. I want to hate and respect my opponents in every mission; I want to fear them while simultaneously laughing at their efforts to make sure that I won’t get out of this without a closed casket. GIVE DADDY THRILLS BABY!
I want my wingman to be my only real friend, I want him to hold my life in his hands and expect the same from me. I want to know that without him there to save my ass I’m toast and I want to fight back the urge to scream and choke back my tears when a stray round strikes his cockpit and ends his life prematurely. I want teamwork; nobody goes out to fly the unfriendly skies alone. I want to know that I can count on my squadron to help me pull through the hard times, just as my enemy can. I want to see enemy pilots throw themselves in the line of fire to keep their buddy alive for one more mission, I want the weakest pilots in the squad to act as bait so that the seasoned veterans can pop out of the clouds at the last minute and rain a deadly hail of .50 caliber rounds on me for being so naive.
No more assisted aim! Aim assistance is for the weak… I want little more than a target painted onto the glass or a metal ‘hood ornament’ with a crosshairs on it for aiming, just like my real world counterparts dealt with. Don’t track my enemies for me, I want to have to deal with not knowing whether or not my opponent is the same Jerry I just shot at or a totally new one… hell I want to find myself chasing a target just to end up shooting my own man! No easy to use HUD for me either, just the bare minimum… my fuel gauge, my altimeter, and only those other things I’d have in real life. No ammo counters! I want to have to conserve ammo; make me guess how many bullets I have left over and punish me for blindly firing at everything that moves by finding myself completely helpless in the air.
I don’t want it easy, I want to struggle through each mission; barely conscious of what else goes on around me as I struggle to stay alive in the aerial hell above Europe, Africa, and the Southern Pacific.
Make it real!
Between missions I want to be able to adjust my plane to my own personal tastes, give me the option to adjust my guns for the ranges I like best; don’t automatically adjust my guns to pinpoint accuracy, make me and a team of trained mechanics work laboriously in a hanger somewhere to make sure my cannons are spot on the target. I want mechanical problems too! That shell that shredded my ailerons in the last mission comes back later to bite me in the ass when the replacement part doesn’t quite fit right and my whole plane drags to port giving me a true challenge to my skills. I want a new guy to forget that he’s supposed to grease something in my flight controls one evening and have to deal with reduced maneuverability while I try to shoot down German bombers over the English Channel.
I want to do more than just see the difference in my aircraft! I want to actually tell the difference between the handling of my Spitfire and the smooth acceleration of my Mustang. I want to know that my Hawker Hurricane can take those hits to her body but grimace every time a shot zips past my canvas wings… and I want to be terrified when my Swordfish is set upon by even the least experienced German pilot! I want Japanese Zeros that fly circles around my Wildcat while I try desperately to pluck them from the sky with my superior firepower.
Give it real depth!
I want to follow the story of an American pilot laying it on the line for his British allies in the Eagle Squadron during the battle of Britain. I want to see through the eyes of a German pilot as I engage Russians over the skies of Stalingrad. I want to watch Pearl Harbor go up in flames from the cockpit of a Betty as I unleash my ordinance onto the unprepared ships below. I want to spend time in the shoes of a limey wannabe hero over the barren deserts of North Africa. I feel the need to take to the skies as a Russian; desperately trying to defend the air above the motherland, and finally I want to go one on one as a Tuskegee airman against an elusive Nazi Ace in a nail biting hairpin turn dogfight to the death!
We can rebuild it, we have the technology…
We can make it stronger, faster, and tougher than any flight combat simulator before it! We have the talent and the computing power to make the skies above WWII come to life in 3D animation that will have your hair blowing in the wind and your stomach churning with each barrel roll as you fly at 250 knots three thousand feet above the imagined safety of the ground. Why the fuck do these games still suck?