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Zeke -- Do you remember what issue those free games were included with? I want the Windows-capable WC.
the AI is so goddamned stupid in Dune II that it all boils down to a) building a wall of missile turrets, b) building some tanks and some missile launchers, c) moving the missile launchers close enough to the enemy's mis. turrets that you can shoot it but far enough that it can't shoot you. d) repeat until there are no more mis. turrets. e) mop the base up.
IMHO, Civ 2 is crap. Definitely loses out to both Civ 1 and Civ 3 for me.Aron Figaro said:1994-1996 was really the golden age of PC gaming. We saw kickass titles like [...] Civ 2, etc...
Civ2 doesn't know which way north is.Chernikov said:(and what's the dif between Civ1 and Civ2? I never had the chance to play the original.)
Chernikov said:Why burn Civ3? It's Civ2 with better graphics, a little more variety, and unique units.
LeHah said:CivIII had incredibly intrusive graphics, strange layouts and changed some of the rules I had gotten so use to from the previous entry. To hell with it.
So he may have been Chief Ed of Total Football, Total Movie, Total Boredom, and Total Complete Exhaustive, but his other projects are really of note.GARY WHITTA is a journalist, author and screenwriter of more than 14 years' experience. He has launched and acted as Editor-in-Chief for several major national consumer publications, including the world's biggest-selling computer gaming magazine PC Gamer (both UK and US editions), Total Football, Total Movie, and Next Generation. He still writes the regular "Backspace" column for PC Gamer every month.
Great stuff. Great stuff.INT. U.C.C. CHICAGO, ‘C’ DECK CORRIDOR
The PROBE DROID floats down the corridor, continuing its scan, when a SERIES 511 BATTLE DROID rounds the corner. It doesn’t notice the probe, which glides right past. But then a piece of the damaged ceiling gives way and a MESS OF CABLES drops onto the probe’s head. It becomes disoriented and BUMPS INTO THE WALL.
The noise alerts the Battle Droid, which turns back around. Unable to lock onto a target, it opens fire with ALL its weapons, and THE PROBE IS BLOWN TO PIECES.
INT. U.C.F. CONSTELLATION, MISSION CONTROL
On the bank of computer monitors, all the probe’s systems suddenly FLATLINE.
TECHNICIAN
We lost the probe!
ADMIRAL ZELL
What the hell happened?
TECHNICIAN
I don’t know. It’s just... gone.
ADMIRAL ZELL
Did it finish its scan?
TECHNICIAN
No, sir. From the data we have, we can project the droid patrol routes for... eighty-eight per cent of the ship.
DELACEY
This is insane. We can’t assume those droids are just randomly patrolling after what Arvin told us!
ADMIRAL ZELL
This situation ain’t gonna get any better, son. Either we go in now, or we don’t go in at all.
(to Malloy)
Proceed, Colonel.
COLONEL MALLOY
It’s about time.
Malloy heads off to assemble his squad. Admiral Zell produces a CIGAR specially modified for him, puts it between his metallic teeth, lights it with a ZIPPO LIGHTER built into his thumb, and takes a puff. He removes it from his mouth and looks at it with disgust.
ADMIRAL ZELL
Shit. I don’t care what they say, I can’t taste these damn things no more.