Quake ii intro9/12/2023 ![]() a lot of wind blowing in that direction (That some people thought pointed towards a full reboot by MachineGames! Silly buggers.)Ģ022's schedule has exactly two scheduled pieces of Id Software on it - a 15-minute intro speech by Marty Stratton (half of which will probably be old b-roll of old QuakeCons while wishing they could do an in-person one again), and a 45-minute 4v4 devs-vs-players Quake 1 sesh. If you go back and look at 2021's schedule, there was a big half-hour long interview scheduled with MachineGames about Quake first thing after the intro speech, another half-hour spot the next day, a music video. You swear that soon, real soon, there’ll be a reckoning.I think the big question is, if a Quake 2 Remaster was going to be revealed at QuakeCon, when would it happen? Too many damn fine marines didn’t make groundfall today. You rack a shell in the chamber and jump up, aches and pains forgotten. “Hot Damn!!” Better than you could have hoped for! It’s your shotgun, loaded and ready to rock and roll. Mud coated and aching, you drop to a crouch behind a mossy boulder and search for a weapon. ![]() even supposing that the Strogg would give you the time to field strip and clean it. A glance tells you that whatever may still be in your pod, half submerged in swamp muck, won’t work worth shit. Something nearby stirs at the sound of your voice. Slimy canyon walls loom over you, all but blotting out the glowering sky of Stroggos. Slowly opening your eyes, the world swims double for a moment, and then snaps into focus. Sounds penetrate the pounding in your skull -– trickling water, soft splashes. but it may be a while before you know it.Ĭonsciousness creeps up on you softly, teasing you back to awareness. Your drop pod explosively slams into the still pool, boiling down to embed itself in the soft mud below. If you weren’t jazzed on adrenaline, it’d be all kinda peaceful looking. The rocky surface of Stroggos rushes up towards you. Your drop pod goes into an end-over-end spin and your sorry ass is toast, marine. Pulleys, wires and model rocket engines aren’t gonna pull you out of this one. ABut the laws of physics are the laws of physics. Of course, there’s always that one maverick in every bunch. You’re in a dangerous dive, dropping through a flying rock field – but they’re rolling along in some pretty stable orbits, nothing that muscle and nerve can’t handle. “God Bless our engineers!” you laugh as the technologically primitive system fires and your control surfaces respond to sluggish life. Mechanical catches release the heat shield over a vision port, engage a wire-and-pulley guidance system, and goose a one-shot generator to send a burst of energy through a Nichrome wire, heating it red hot and igniting a chain of solid fuel rockets. Without thinking, you fist-hammer the manual release plunger. Your umpty-um million-dollar pod just became an expensive meteor. What’d that marine say? EMP? Electromagnetic Pulse. Without warning, a shudder passes through your drop pod and everything more complex than a night-light goes dead. some kind of EMP is.” If you weren’t fighting to keep alive yourself, the soul-wrenching screams of the doomed warriors would shred what nerve remains in you. ![]() One marine cries out that he’s been clipped, and then all hell breaks loose. ![]() Anxious and excited marines whoop, holler, and banter with each other. You gulp stale cooled air trying to forget the rapidly rising temperature of the outer hull.Įxcited radio chatter clutters the com link frequencies. It fights back, first skipping, then surfing, and finally diving through the outer atmosphere of Stroggos, the Strogg home world. Shrugging off the effects of gravity, you grab the flight controls and force the pod along the designated approach vector. Drop!” A moment of anticipation, a metallic thunk as the mooring clamps disengage, a moment of roaring thrust, and then you are free falling. Four.” You tense, bracing yourself the best you can in your prone position. Display panels flash rapidly changing information, staining the interior of the capsule blood red, amber, and green. ![]() Prepare for dismount.” Your C.O.’s voice crackles over the com link, her voice cool and level. The walls of the drop pod close in around you like a tomb. ![]()
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