Artist is an abbreviation, and the more accurate description is that of a game art designer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It can be simply understood as drawing.

In a normal 2D game or 3D game, there will be illustrations, character avatars, and all kinds of textures. For example, in a 3D game, thousands of polygons may be used to construct a character, and although the constructed thing has the shape of a human, it is still displayed as a clump of lines in the image processing software, or a kind of geometry with complex construction. It is only with the use of textures that the geometry becomes somewhat human-like.

These stickers can be found from the Internet or spliced and retouched, but if you want to do it well, you really need to draw it with a pen, or use the mouse to repair it pixel by pixel.

The artist is also responsible for a lot of other tasks, and the artist is tiring.

However, the most important thing at this point is the meaning of the word "artist" itself.

Yue Qiang had to think more from this word, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

Does this game have art?

Does that mean that all the scenes are drawn?

None of them are real, they are all drawn?

What about people? The human face, the human body, those subtle movements, and the floating corners of the clothes are also drawn? The sound around him, Lu Qiu Ning in the coffin, Ai Qian who fainted and didn't wake up, and even the characters themselves in the game, are all stickers?

Yue Qiang studied the image of this game as soon as he entered the game. The method he uses is simple, which is to zoom in. Coming out of his room, he manipulated the figure to crouch down and then look at the ground, and he could even see the ants' nests. This tiny insect swings quickly on six legs and carries food. He thought it was definitely not a game that could be drawn with stickers.

However, when he saw the ink marks of the word "artist" on the bamboo slips, his faith collapsed.

It's all painted?

Yue Qiang subconsciously wanted to touch Lu Qiu Ning's corpse, wanting to see if it was a painting or a flesh-and-blood corpse. Then I don't know what my brain is thinking, and suddenly I have an idea that it is better to touch her than to touch herself. So he raised his hand and touched his face.

Flesh and blood, flesh and touch.

Fortunately, it's not drawn......

……

Wrong!

It's yourself who touches it!

It's not a computer person!

He reached out again to touch himself, and then his hand touched the screen of the monitor. The screen hasn't been wiped for a long time, and I touched the dust on my hand, and it's a little dirty.

Yue Qiang looked at his dusty fingers.

Stunned.

This is the second time. After entering this small room, I realized for the second time that I was playing a game. He knew that this must be the effect of the so-called "ecstasy". This ecstasy can make him sober up, and he can think a little more soberly, thinking about the meaning of the word "artist".

This game has art, so is there a screenwriter as well? There's also data design, planning, testing, and even ...... Producer?

But this game is obviously a different world.

He couldn't believe that such a game was just a game!

And, what about your own world? Why is the real world the way it is?

Thinking of this, Yue Qiang suddenly thought of something that should have been thought of a long time ago.

He can not play this game!

As long as you don't play, the blue progress in the game won't grow, and everything behind it will be gone!

What if he only added eight charms? If he doesn't even click the "Enter Game" button after adding points, the blue progress will always be 0. He could throw this computer away!

Then you can rely on your own eight extra charms, live with a smile, and be invincible in the real world, what a beautiful script......

It's long overdue!

I should have thought of this a long time ago!

Yue Qiang is not a smart person, but he is not stupid. Such a simple thing, such a simple decision, as long as a normal person should be able to think of it, why can't he think of it?

The point is, he never thought about it, only occasionally remembered it, but then he put all his energy back into the game.

It was only at this moment, when his body in the game entered the small room and was smoked by the ecstasy, that he realized these problems one after another.

His gaze finally took off the computer screen for a while, and he saw the mobile phone that was charging when he woke up just now.

He had a completely unrelated, but perfectly normal thought.

Perhaps, should I call home?

It was late at night outside, and the room was dark, and the glow of the computer monitor was shining on me. The phone is plugged into the USB charging port, and the main chassis flashes a light that indicates that it is charging.

I really should call home, but, does this work? He was desperate to call home, but he was terrified.

He was afraid to hear blind sounds.

My real world...... My real world......

Yue Qiang pressed the mouse lightly, and the bamboo slips seemed to have a tacit understanding, and the words appeared:

"Your real world...... I want to tell you a few things about you 'there'......"

Yue Qiang was extremely eager for this answer, and he asked Luqiu Duanyi in the real world several times about it, but Luqiu Duanyi didn't tell him. He understood why she was trying to suppress Blue's progress, and he didn't blame her, but he still wanted to know.

Now, it's another opportunity. But he was afraid.

The distance to the truth was closer, and he was afraid to know the answer.

After all this time, he guessed the answer, but. He didn't want that answer to become real, to be an ink blot that emerged and fell on the bamboo slips. He wanted to hear a whitewashed, reassuring answer.

Although he knew that there was ecstasy here that could counteract the subtle influence he had received, allowing him to return to his normal state, remembering what a normal person should think and asking questions that a normal person should ask.

But he didn't want to ask.

He was afraid that his home would be gone.

The bamboo slips did not go as he wished, and the slowly emerging inkblots revealed the truth:

"Your real world, not reality! Not from the beginning! ”

"Ever since you put all the 8 freely assigned attribute points to "Personality Charisma", your whole life has changed! ”

"The place you are is not your home at all! Just ......"

When Yue Qiang saw that "home", the trembling in his heart had reached the limit. When he saw the word "not" in front of "home", he felt that something soft in his heart seemed to be touched.

He uttered one word in the loudest roar of his quiet little rental house:

"Yes!!"

Then he raised his leg excitedly and kicked out the main chassis of the computer on the ground, kicking it to pieces!

The power to the main chassis is disconnected.

The sound of the cooling fan stopped.

The socket made a "pop" sound, spewing out an electric spark representing scrap.

The display was still on.

Yue Qiang in the picture was holding the bamboo slip and trembling.