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I wish more people would post in this thread, I'm really interested to hear if this book is any good or not :/

I haven't used AGS in ages (forgive me), but I was just wondering if the editor has a 'pan' setting for voice acting. This could probably be pretty useful if there isn't one

Personally I prefer the Lucasarts way of doing dialogue, but at the end of the day it's all down to personal choice.
You have to decide what works best for the style of adventure game you're producing.

As for giving the player choice between the two dialogue options, I personally wouldn't do it as I think if you add too many features to a game you tend to distract yourself from the main objective: Making the game fun! Not everyone is going to like your game, so it's useless to try and implement the widest range of features as this is distracting. Concentrate on implementing a good story and good puzzle design and you will have yourself a good game irrelevant of the type of dialogue system you use.

So choose the one you prefer or you think works for your game the best! There's no right or wrong answer as everyone has different personal tastes.

Cool music video, this band is from my hometown, Cape Town. I just saw them live on Friday at Rocking the Daises. Or was it Saturday? Can't remember I was pretty wasted this weekend haha.

You wouldn't happen to be from South Africa would you?

Some very good points by Viking, I second everything he says.

Nice track, though with a bit of work it could be very effective.

Yea I've seen it. Went in not expecting much, but came out pleasantly surprised. Very good comedy, would recommend it to anyone!

Really? I think the last movie sucked and Temple of Doom was the worst of the old movies. My favorite was The Last Crusade.

Same here, except I don't harbour as much as hatred as everyone else for the last movie. Sure it was overdone, but it was great to see Harrison Ford reprise his role and I love that Indy charm he has. Kind of makes up for all the sucky bits.
Guess I'm just a Ford fanboy

Hey, just noticed there's a new Indy film in the works.

Just wondering if anyone knew any info about it?

Here's the IMDB page.

Looks like Indy is searching for the burial ground of Ghengis Khan! The chinese seem to be the main antagonists searching for the holy cross, drenched in the blood of Jesus Christ, which seems to be the holy relic in the this film. It apparently grants invincibility to it's owner or something.

Lucas said he's looking to put Shia Lebouf as the main character and have Harrison Ford with a role like Sean Connery's in The Last Crusade.

Man, I gotta get my girlfriend to call me "Terran"... LOL

Man, I gotta get a girlfriend :/

Domino, definitely worth another rental.

Yay! It's actually nicer not winning because now I can enter the next tune comp

Well done, SHiverMeSideways.

Yep! Guitar pro all they way =D

To record all you have to do is open up windows volume control and make sure Stereo Mix is unmuted, then use the 'export as a wave file' function in guitar pro. Make sure there's no other sounds playing in the background like winamp, because guitar pro is directly recording whatever's coming out of the soundcard.
Also, you should turn down your wave balance quite a bit to prevent it from distorting when it records

Here's my entry, just finished it

It's the song that would play as Roland of Gilead shoots out that small desert town in the first Dark Tower book.

Listen here: http://www.box.net/shared/lbm7dln847

I was trying to go for a Metallica style.

I know some people might think that a metal track doesn't go down so well with a gunslinger marching into battle, but well I always pictured it with metal music rather than a Sergio Morricone soundtrack

(yay, trophies!)

Edit: new version, fixed some minor things and got rid of that volume fade in the beginning.

I think I all the adventure games, and a few of the FPSs as well

[penis growing out of his lower back]

penis growing out of his lower back.

Ok wtf o_O I did not originally notice that!

[Soon time regained control, and I saw my perpetrator towering among me, crimson wind caressing his cape and stroking his ego. The earthly season tasted as salted clay to the prowess of tomfoolery. A ponder out in the open toyed among the jelly-green bushes of my small box, for outside the box there lay nothing and no-one ever questioned the existence of the nether-world that tottered in between reality and fiction. It was a simple game that many played, and many had played before. A splatter of turquoise ocean wind painted the walls with an eerie silence, but I could hear the screams of blistered sailors castrated before the great leviathan myth that haunted them. But to me it was no myth, as nothing was before the age of reason developed within me. Outside, built among the jelly-green bushes of my small box, crawled my Woodstock â€" The great bonfire of old, assembled long before the gargantuan elders reached their time of reason. It was in this fortress of power that we would formulate our arguments as to who was to wield the Cape of Batman, as there could be only one. And he who won â€" may God have mercy on his foes. Within the ray of the razor wall prowled the shadow that lurked in my eyes, still long after its light had moved on. Time was quick, and unlike the light did not linger after it had moved on. Confrontation near, an elephantine ivory flash paired to a plum aftertaste struck my innocent mind, and the jelly-green bushes along with the small box in which I lived withered and refused to co-exist. But soon time regained control, and I saw my perpetrator towering among me, crimson wind caressing his cape and stroking his ego. The earthly season tasted as salted clay to the prowess of tomfoolery. With my eyes tied behind my head, and larks twittering the skylark anthem, it was a simple deal â€" to the end would mean a disturbance. I was not indifferent, and neither was he. Yet he knew I was weaker among the outer circle, though perhaps he did not realize it. The game was over, and time had decided to return itself to pythagorean motion. Inside the place of deferment tusk masts and childish men crusaded their wet desert once more. Time is a stream, and today I would wait. Tomorrow would the jelly-green bushes expose their secrets? Perhaps indeed.]

Here's my entry, written in the cryptic code of a drug-induced writing spree.

    Soon time regained control, and I saw my perpetrator towering among me, crimson wind caressing his cape and stroking his ego. The earthly season tasted as salted clay to the prowess of tomfoolery.

    A ponder out in the open toyed among the jelly-green bushes of my small box, for outside the box there lay nothing and no-one ever questioned the existence of the nether-world that tottered in between reality and fiction.

    It was a simple game that many played, and many had played before. A splatter of turquoise ocean wind painted the walls with an eerie silence, but I could hear the screams of blistered sailors castrated before the great leviathan myth that haunted them. But to me it was no myth, as nothing was before the age of reason developed within me.
    Outside, built among the jelly-green bushes of my small box, crawled my Woodstock â€" The great bonfire of old, assembled long before the gargantuan elders reached their time of reason. It was in this fortress of power that we would formulate our arguments as to who was to wield the Cape of Batman, as there could be only one. And he who won â€" may God have mercy on his foes.
    Within the ray of the razor wall prowled the shadow that lurked in my eyes, still long after its light had moved on. Time was quick, and unlike the light did not linger after it had moved on. Confrontation near, an elephantine ivory flash paired to a plum aftertaste struck my innocent mind, and the jelly-green bushes along with the small box in which I lived withered and refused to co-exist.
    But soon time regained control, and I saw my perpetrator towering among me, crimson wind caressing his cape and stroking his ego. The earthly season tasted as salted clay to the prowess of tomfoolery.
    With my eyes tied behind my head, and larks twittering the skylark anthem, it was a simple deal â€" to the end would mean a disturbance. I was not indifferent, and neither was he. Yet he knew I was weaker among the outer circle, though perhaps he did not realize it.

    The game was over, and time had decided to return itself to pythagorean motion. Inside the place of deferment tusk masts and childish men crusaded their wet desert once more. Time is a stream, and today I would wait.
    Tomorrow would the jelly-green bushes expose their secrets? Perhaps indeed.

It's about growing up and watching time fly by and some kind of confrontation by the personification of time or something. Something like that

They exaggerate the slowness of internet in South Africa a bit. I, and most of my friends, have 1 gig adsl lines and they work fine more than most of the time

Could've also strung a 320 gig harddrive around two pidgeon's necks and I'm sure it would have beaten anything

Slight thing that bugs me: The text above the sliders seems to be a bit too low down, almost as if it's falling off the label.

The download just freezes at 15%. Everytime

The secret is that Guybrush lost his parents in an amusement park and the whole game is seen through his imagination's eye.

Hence the anachronisms etc. The tunnels under the islands are maintenance tunnels.