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Topic: The Tournament's Over!
In: Boards Games and Matches Competitive
NeWReporTeR (Original Poster)
Posted On Jul 6th AW95:
Everyone, the tournament has ended. The stream has finished and we have the declared winner: Team Solid Ice! They are officially the best ATG players in the whole city of Atlas, and if the competitive scene of the game mode grows further, I'm pretty sure they will be aiming to be the best in the world.
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GlintMood
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
I swear the bracket was stacked in their favour. I mean just look at their first match, their enemies were a joke!
TheGooldenMan
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Yeah, Achieved Guys were pathetic. They couldn't even come up with an original team name,
PinKKniP
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
How did those guys even get past the elimination round?
A Grumpy Color
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Luck, thats all.
ColdyMorts01 (Verified Tester)
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Nah, they've had a single good player on thier team. I think her name was Chameleon Girl.
She carried them hard.
Like really hard.
BLKCLW
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Wow, what an unoriginal nickname.
HappyNEWby (The Regular)
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
It's a pity she didn't have the chance to showcase her skill throughout the whole tournament. If something like that happened to me at the competitions I attend, I would have been so angry.
XXStephsStarsXX (Verified Tester)
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Honestly, I wouldn't mind having her on my team. My friends and I still lack the permanent fourth member, and I think her skill would have shined with us.
Overachieva123
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Please, don't try to scoop up the best players before any event has even been announced.
XXStephsStarsXX (Verified Tester)
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
I promise nothing.
1H8DEWATR
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Hey, I'm still free to play with you, babe.
XXStephsStarsXX (Verified Tester)
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
SHUT IT YOU WOMANISER!
Thinky04
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
Ignoring the typical 1H8DEWATR behaviour happening before me, who do you think would win guys? The Winning Team or Team Solid Ice?
XX_ThaProDude_XX (Unverified Tester)
Replied On Jul 6th AW95:
The winning team would need a fourth member to make it fair aside from that
Who knows?
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(...)
Weiss watched the stream with a bored expression on her face.
The main reason she had been watching it in the first place—that was to cheer on her friend in the tournament—was already irrelevant. The remaining games had been far from truly interesting matches to watch, either.
There were some decently skilled teams playing in that tournament, but they weren't exactly anything she hadn't seen before.
Actually, she was pretty sure they had played against a few of those teams online already.
If their entire team were to take part in the tournament, she was certain that they would have been able to take first place with no real issues. They would have certainly done way better than the joke of a team her friend had been stuck on.
Weiss sighed quietly.
It was a pity that they couldn't have played together in the tournament.
"It looks like team Solid Ice is going to win this tournament." Noir remarked, although as a person responsible for developing the game mode she probably focused on slightly different things right now. "We will probably need to nerf some of the characters they played as, though. The tournament would have been far more entertaining to watch if there were more than six characters being played the entire time."
Weiss nodded her head slightly in response.
"Yeah, I gathered that after seeing the second match, as well." She said.
There had been a distinct lack of variety in characters being played the entire tournament. Only a couple different characters had ever been chosen every match, and it wasn't rare to see mirror matches as well.
It was exhausting to watch.
She didn't even want to imagine how tiring it was to actually play.
Although Achieved Guys didn't exactly earn many favours from her for letting her friend drop out of the tournament in the very first round, she did have to give that team credit for one thing. They did at least try to play different characters from everyone else.
It didn't do them any good, but it was still something.
"Ugh, rebalancing and adding new characters is going to be such a pain." Blanc, the other sister responsible for developing the game mode, whined out loud. "This stupid engine barely let us make a character select screen in the first place. Now we will have to expand it as well."
Weiss let out a hum.
As someone who was mostly responsible for finding bugs and maybe giving some ideas, she had never really thought too much about the difficulties of implementing all of that into the game.
It wasn't like she was completely oblivious to that though.
There were a lot of things that she knew about the process of creating the game mode—it was impossible for her not to know about them considering her involvement with the creation of the game—and she respected Jaune's sisters all the more because of that.
She simply never really had the appreciation for a finer detail, that's all.
"If the game engine is so annoying to deal with, why don't you simply port the game into one that you made yourself?" Whitley asked. "I'm sure it would have made the job easier for you."
Weiss turned towards her brother.
That certainly wasn't an idea she expected her brother to come up with, especially since the boy wasn't involved with the game at all.
In all honesty, she was just surprised that he cared so much about it. It was literarily his first encounter with both the game and her friends, who considered it to be an important issue after all.
She wasn't sure whether she would have been able to act the same way if the situations were reversed.
"It would take so long to port everything though." Blanc complained.
"The earlier you decide to port it to your own engine, the easier it will be to do." Whitley argued. "Can you imagine how difficult it would be to port the entire game mode if you spend a couple more years working on it?"
A frown appeared on Weiss's face.
Her brother was making a good point; it certainly would be more efficient to port the game earlier rather than later. However, she couldn't help but feel that the younger boy was missing something.
She wasn't quite sure what it was yet, though.
"I suppose that's true." Noir said absent-mindedly, as if she were in thought. "Do you think we should publish the game mode later as our own game? I think it would only be natural after turning it into its own thing."
Whitely nodded his head with slight excitement.
"Yeah, I think so too." The younger boy said. "It seems that getting more independence from the original game would make it easier for you, wouldn't it? It certainly would fix one issue you're complaining about."
"I don't think it would work." Weiss said, deciding to add to the conversation after finally realising what her brother was missing.
Her brother turned towards her and raised his eyebrow.
"Why is that, sister?" The boy asked.
"The publishing fee." She said.
"What?"
Weiss sighed.
"You can't simply upload your game into the online game store for free." She explained. "If you want your game to be on the store, you need to pay for it. You can't just pay the fee once when you first upload the game and forget about it either. The fee is a regular payment. That's all without mentioning the servers we would need to rent if we wanted the game to have multiplayer."
Her brother looked at her with confusion in his eyes.
"Okay, what's the problem with that?" The boy asked.
"We don't have the resources to keep the game on the store for long, Whitley." Noir said, cutting into the conversation. "Your sister is right about that; with our allowance, we would be able to keep the game up for a year or two at most."
Weiss nodded her head.
"On top of that, since the game mode is only a free mod to an already existing game, the people playing it are already used to it being free. Most people probably won't switch over to a whole different game if it means they will have to pay for something that was basically free before." She added.
Whitely widened his eyes in realisation.
"O-Oh, I see." The boy said. "I guess I was pretty dumb for suggesting something so out of touch from our current situation, wasn't I? I will make sure to do better from now on, I promise."
A small frown appeared on Weiss's face.
Her brother's idea wasn't exactly terrible—in fact, if they were the ones who were publishing the game instead of Jaune's sisters, it would have worked perfectly well—but it just wasn't quite good enough given their circumstances.
It certainly wasn't a reason for him to start judging himself so harshly, however.
She opened her mouth to comfort her brother and cheer him up a little.
"We could still try to monetise the game, you know?" Jaune said.
Weiss raised an eyebrow at her friend's words.
"Did you not hear what I said about the game mode's fanbase, Jaune?" She asked.
"T-There can be other ways we can earn money from the game besides making people pay for it." Jaune stuttered.
Weiss could only tilt her head in slight confusion in response.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked.
"We can make premium skins for characters or other cosmetic pieces to attach to those characters. There could be even a custom Hud that we could sell, maybe some unique emoticons for the game chat on top of that." Jaune said. "All of this while keeping the game itself completely free, of course."
Weiss paused for a moment.
It wasn't a bad idea.
The game would easily gather new players by being free to play, and the ever-present cosmetics would encourage them to spend money on the game. The cosmetics wouldn't even need to be an essential part of the game, and the people would buy them. Furthermore, they could make some of the cosmetics time-sensitive or far more expensive to create the feeling of scarcity and increase their apparent value with practically no work on their part.
It wasn't like they would need every player to pay them, either. They would only need to be a couple really big spenders to keep them afloat, and everything else would be just a bonus.
There was a chance they could earn quite a fortune with that payment model.
"It's devious." Whitley said with a gasp, no doubt coming to the same conclusion as her.
"D-Devious?" Jaune asked.
Weiss nodded her head rapidly, despite the fact that her friend wouldn't be able to see her.
"Yes, Jaune, your idea is genius. It could earn us a fortune if implemented correctly." She said. "Did you learn all of that in your business lessons? You need to give us your teachers' contacts. We also studied what you had, but I didn't even think about using that knowledge in this situation."
"B-Business lessons?" Jaune asked with a stuttered.
Weiss blinked.
Right, she forgot that most people her age didn't tend to have business lessons as a part of their class schedule. The only reason she was forced to have those lessons was because she was a heiress to the biggest corporation on Remnant.
Wait, didn't that mean that Jaune thought of such a thing entirely on his own?
She gasped.
Her friend was a genius!
"Calm down, everyone." Blanc said, interrupting their conversation. "The ideas you have are great, but we still need to create the game itself first, and it's not going to be easy. Not only do we need to port everything into a new engine, but we also need to change the names and appearances of all the characters and maps."
Weiss slowed down for a second.
Of course, the current assets used in the game mode were all originally from the Sci-War. If they were to create their own game outside of the Sci-War ecosystem, they would have to replace them with assets that were completely original.
It would undoubtedly take quite a bit of time.
"I could help with that." Whitley said out of nowhere.
Weiss turned towards her brother in surprise.
"You could help us with porting the game?" Noir asked.
"I don't know how to code." Whitley said. "I meant that I could help you with the other part of creating the game. The basics of character and map creation are things I should be able to pick up on rather quickly, I think. More importantly, however, I believe that I would be able to find quite a few people who would be willing to help us from your community. There is a whole forum of them, if you think about it."
"That's actually a good point." Noir remarked.
"I'm surprised you are willing to do so much for this game mode, Whitley." Weiss said. "You haven't even played it yet, and I'm pretty sure the tournament didn't leave the best impression of it on you."
Her brother smiled at her.
"You're right, I don't really care about the game itself all that much." The boy admitted. "The thing that interests me here is the community and business side of things. You guys made a piece of entertainment that managed to gather tens of thousands of people to watch a single event. All of that, despite the fact that the event itself was amateurish and unofficial at best. It's simply incredible. I want to see how far it will go if we give our best shot at making it a big thing."
Weiss let out a hum.
It wasn't something she really thought about.
Despite how underwhelming and disappointing the whole tournament might have been from her perspective, it was still a big deal. It was still an event that was bigger than her very first concert, after all.
A smile made its way onto her face.
Now she was starting to get excited about the future of their game mode as well.
She couldn't wait to see how far it would go.
Their future was looking bright.
(...)
When the new day started, Weiss was prepared to meet it with a smile on her face and unshakeable determination.
Her friends and she had decided to turn their relatively small game mode into something greater just a day prior, and she was slowly connecting with Whitley. There were a couple problems she still had to deal with, but in her mind they didn't matter.
She had felt as if she could take on the world with her ambitions alone and that nothing would be able to stop her.
That positive emotion didn't last long, however.
The atmosphere in the room her brother and she were meeting with their father could only be described as oppressive. There wasn't anybody in the room aside from the three of them, and the place was so silent that their breaths were loud enough to be deafening.
It wouldn't have been a surprise to her if the only reason there weren't any servants to attend them here was because every single person working for them was too afraid to enter this room.
Weiss gulped quietly.
In all honesty, she couldn't really blame them.
After all, if given a choice, she probably wouldn't have decided to come here in the first place, either.
Jacques Schnee looked at her brother and her in silence.
There was no anger or disappointment in his gaze, since that would imply that he cared about them enough to harbour such emotions.
No, the eyes belonging to a CEO of the biggest corporation on Remnant were cold, calculative, and entirely emotionless. It didn't matter that the people he was looking at were his own children.
In the mind of a person like Jacques Schnee, their value was no different than the value of his company's stocks, if not lower.
The most important thing for the Schnee family was money and power. These were the only objectives the man was striving for, and these were also the only variables they were supposed to care about when looking at other people.
There was no need to worry about anything else.
Weiss desperately wished she would never be capable of looking at another person in such a way.
It was simply inhumane.
"You didn't attend all your lessons yesterday." Jacques stated.
Whitely and Weiss shuddered a little in response to the sudden statement.
They didn't say anything back, though.
There wasn't anything they could say, anyway.
"Do you have any idea how much money your lessons cost?" Jacques asked.
Weiss stayed silent.
"We-" Whitley tried answering.
"You don't know." Jacques said, interrupting the boy before he could give any answer. "If you knew how much money you've wasted, you wouldn't have missed a single minute of those lessons. You would have been begging me for more lessons instead."
Whitely shut his mouth.
Weiss tightened her fist in anger.
Did the amount of money their father was spending on their lessons matter at all?
Most of that money was being wasted anyway!
There weren't any highly expensive materials or props used on their lessons. On top of that, those supposedly greatest teachers of Atlas who were responsible for teaching them were highly overpriced as well.
It wasn't like they were being taught that much more effectively, either; the conversation they had with her friends the previous day was proof enough of that.
Of course, the fact that most of the money would have been wasted didn't matter to her father. As long as the man was the one who decided how the funds were being misused, it wasn't a problem what he did with the money.
The only reason there was any problem at all was because they've been the ones who wasted the money instead.
"I expect you to make up for the lost funds." Jacques said.
Weiss frowned a little.
There were a couple of ways she could think of to earn enough money to pay back for those lessons; some of them could even be quite entertaining to try. Of course, as long as those ways weren't the exact ideas her father wanted her to do, it didn't matter how effective they would be at earning that money.
In the end, it was a matter of control, not the funds.
Their father had power over them, and he simply didn't like the fact that they thought to question that power.
Weiss bit back a sigh.
She only hoped whatever awaited her wouldn't cost her too much of her free time.
"How are we supposed to do that, father?" Whitley asked.
Jacques scoffed at the question.
"If you were standard employees, I would have simply taken away a percentage of your salaries until you've paid everything back with interests." The man said. "Since you're my children, however, I will expect you to accomplish a couple simple favours for me."
Weiss nodded her head slightly.
It was just as she thought.
"What are those favours, father?" She asked.
Her father turned towards her.
"Weiss, I want you to perform six more successful concerts across the next three years." Jacques said. "I know you already have a set schedule with your producer, but I believe we might be able to fit one more concert for you to play. It shouldn't be an issue for you, right?"
Weiss had to stop herself from huffing.
Great, she had barely just managed to accept her life as a singer—as well as adapt to the lifestyle that would let her have some free time on top of type—and now she was expected to perform even more concerts.
The amount of work she would have to do basically doubled because of that.
On top of that, since she was expected to perform those concerts in the span of three whole years, she would essentially have to work that much harder until the very time she would be applying to Beacon.
It was the last thing she wanted.
Sadly, there was nothing she could do about it.
"Yes, father." She said with a bland tone.
Jacques nodded.
"Good." The man said briefly before turning towards the other child in the room. "Whitley, since you don't really have a public persona yet, I want you to take over one of our smaller delivery businesses and manage it until you've earned enough money to pay back for all the lessons that you've missed. I expect you to handle it, so don't disappoint me, understood?"
Weiss couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise at Whitley's orders.
They didn't seem so terrible. In fact, she was pretty sure that her brother wouldn't mind the increased workload he would have to do at all. The boy did enjoy working with the business and management side of things in the first place, so it wasn't a big deal.
If anything, it appeared that their father was slowly preparing her brother to take more responsibility when it came to running the SDC.
Was she already being replaced as the heir to the company?
That didn't actually bother her all that much.
At the very least, it would allow her to spend more time with her friends instead of focusing solely on the corporation. In the long term, it could also help her focus more on the game that she was helping to make.
Her priority was still helping her friends publish the game and turn it into something huge, after all.
In the end, however, both Whitley and her could only reluctantly accept their father's decisions and go along with whatever that man had planned for them.
"Understood." Whitley said.
Whatever the reason behind her father's choices was, they couldn't really question it.
It wasn't like they would have been given answers anyway.
Jacques smiled.
"Good." The man said. "In that case, go to your lessons. You've already missed enough of them yesterday; I don't want to hear about any more lessons being skipped. There's already enough material that you need to catch up on."
They've nodded their heads and quickly left the room.
Although skipping a whole day of lessons might have been a liberating idea at the time and the best option they had to watch the tournament, they probably shouldn't do it two days in a row.
Weiss didn't want to find out what their father would do to them if they did something like that.
A soft sigh escaped her.
Hopefully, she would manage to find enough time to meet with her friends in the evening.
She still needed to congratulate Chammy for her performance in the tournament.
It certainly was necessary, considering just how the tournament ended.
(...)
It was a cheerful day in a certain internet cafe in Mantle.
There were posters, decorations, and even printed screenshots from the tournament everywhere. If someone unaffiliated with the place were to enter it, they would probably think that the whole local community of the cafe was celebrating some holiday only they knew about.
The whole place looked as if it was already prepared to host the next tournament.
It wasn't even the internet cafe that had hosted the original tournament in the first place!
Ilia grumbled as she slowly made her way to her computer.
There was hardly a reason to celebrate.
The team that could be said to represent this place had barely managed to pass the elimination round. It lost the moment the real tournament started, and the game that had been their downfall was so one-sided it was ridiculous.
To top it all off, it didn't even have an original name to call its own.
They were probably a joke to the entire ATG community online.
The worst thing about it was that she was a part of this whole joke. Her name would now forever be known to be among the worst players the whole player base of the game mode had ever seen.
It didn't matter that she was a member of the winning team as well.
The only thing that the whole community actually knew about her was that she was one of the members of the biggest joke in the whole game.
A sigh escaped her.
At least that disaster of a tournament was finally over, and she could try to forget about her miserable performance as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Ilia!" Someone called out to her; she didn't bother to see who it was, but it most likely was some regular customer of the cafe. "I saw you play in the tournament; you were awesome! Do you want to play with our crew sometimes? I'm sure we would absolutely demolish all our opponents with you on our team."
Ilia stopped in place.
That didn't sound quite right.
"Everyone, Ilia's here!" Another person shouted excitedly, getting everyone's attention.
Once the fact that she was back in the cafe became known, it didn't take long for the whole place to erupt in cheers.
"Our champion has returned!"
"The tournament might have defeated her, but she is still the winner!"
"The pride of our cafe is back!"
Ilia looked at the familiar cafe with confusion in her eyes.
What was going on?!
Why was everybody cheering her?
She had lost in the first round, and her team barely even did anything. If anything, they should be scolding her for representing them so badly instead. It would have made far more sense in her mind than whatever was happening around her right now.
Did she miss something?
"It's nice to see you back, kiddo." The cafe's owner said calmly.
Ilia turned towards the older man.
"What's going on?" She asked.
The cafe owner raised his eyebrows in confusion at her question.
"We are celebrating you becoming the champion of the first tournament of a new electronic sport." The man said plainly. "I thought it would be a pretty nice thing to do for you; was I wrong about that?"
Ilia could only look dumbly at the cafe owner.
"I lost though." She said. "I got eliminated in the very first round."
The cafe owner chuckled.
"I'm not talking about your team, Ilia." The man said before reaching for a Scroll, and starting to search something on it. "I'm talking about you. There has been an anonymous vote opened in which people could decide who was the best singular player in the tournament."
Having found what he was looking for, the cafe owner flipped his Scroll and showed her a website with the vote.
Ilia could only blink in response.
She had no idea there was such a thing.
"As you can see, you were the vote's winner."
The cafe erupted in cheers once again.
It didn't matter that none of the people in the cafe were in any way related to her accomplishment. The fact that she technically was the first one to actually lose in the tournament didn't bother all those people, either.
There was a reason to celebrate, so everybody was celebrating.
Well, at least everybody that bothered to come to the cafe to celebrate, but that was besides the point.
A smile formed on Ilia's face.
If everyone was celebrating her achievement, then she supposed it would be rather rude not to join them with that.
She was the one being celebrated, after all.
"Thanks, everyone." She said abashedly.
"You're welcome." The cafe owner said with a smile before standing up. "By the way, I've made some sweets because of your victory, as a way to congratulate you. Do you want some?"
Ilia giggled a little.
"Sure, I'll take them." She said. "Can I connect to my friends first, though? They've watched the tournament as well, and I want to talk to them about it. They also most likely had no idea about the vote."
A single mention of the vote was enough to send the cafe into another short round of applause.
It took quite a bit of effort for Ilia not to wince at the sudden praise.
Although she certainly liked all the celebrating around her, suddenly being in the centre of everyone's attention wasn't exactly all that comforting, especially since not a moment ago she completely expected people to not consider her achievement to be impressive at all.
Yeah, if she were to be honest, she would rather talk to her friends right now instead.
The cafe owner nodded his head slowly before standing up.
"Go ahead and use my computer for that; it's free!" The man shouted as he left to get the sweets. "Say hello to your friends from me when you meet them. They are always welcome in here, just like you are!"
"Will do!" Ilia shouted
With a wide smile on her face and her mood significantly better than when she had just entered the cafe, she headed straight towards her computer.
It was time to meet her friends again, and she had a lot of things to talk about.
She couldn't wait to share the big news with them.
Their reaction was bound to be unforgettable.
And Cut!
Although Ilia wasn't quite the winner of the tournament she was still a winner of something! Also, the gang is turning ATG from a Defense of the Ancients like mod into a proper DotA2 like game, that's free to play and has micro transactions.
I'm sure it won't have any negative impact on the world of Remnant...
Well, anyway, that's it for now.
See ya, later, everybody!