Greetings, yeah… still no real update.
The family issues have become a more pressing concern diverting my attention from my writing, which is a shame. But I’m still writing, it’s just a headache getting things into a presentable condition. My goal is still to have a real update by the end of the year.
Until then… here’s a preview of something I haven’t shared before. You see, I really like my tennis engine, I think that I could tweak it to be more enjoyable and a better representation of the sport and have been thinking about doing a version that’s just focused on the athletic side of things instead of the hybrid version in Ace of Spies. It would involve an introduction/tutorial set at a tennis academy, making friends, being introduced to potential romantic options(like a ton of romantic options it would be complicated with characters being defined by traits and interests rather than having individual bespoke romantic interests) Then a primary gameplay loop of matches, narrative elements, and a mixture of tournament long plotlines and extended plots that last throughout a season of tennis, keeping track of rankings has been the biggest programming headache so far.
It is a ton of work to contemplate. But it also has a great name “The Racketeer”. Here’s a brief preview:
Racketeer - Kauai
Kauai, Hawaii
One thing was very clear after your arrival in Kauai, it would be a pain coming and going from the academy. It was a good thing then that the academy was so very beautiful.
You were handed your uniform and sent into the locker room to change, possibly so you’d look like a more cohesive group than the very eclectic bunch that showed up for day one at the Oceanic Sports Institute and Academy. When you got out you were directed to a sizable outdoor amphitheater where presumably the staff would provide a proper welcome.
The academy’s welcome was a litany of resumes from the athletes staffing the academy. They emphasized that it was an academy designed by athletes for athletes. You were only half paying attention to most of them, after all you were there for tennis… and the surfing.
The fact that because of the mandatory surfing classes you would also get to see basically everyone either in bathing suits or skintight wetsuits on a regular basis. Why that was a bonus that certainly hadn’t even occurred to you.
You were thirteen OF COURSE it had occurred to you.
The tennis squad met, unsurprisingly on the courts, with the coaches and a pair of older players that judging from the uniforms were still attending the academy. There were eight, four boys, four girls, in your group. Checking flags you confirmed that three of them were American including yourself. The remaining five featured players from Japan, Korea, Panama, and Colombia unless you were significantly worse at identifying national flags then you thought.
The coaches introduced themselves. It was a four person staff. The lead coach, the one you were most familiar with was Emma Mendoza, she had been a top 50 player, but was better known for her coaching exploits in recent years. She still worked with a few tour level players which kept her away from the academy more than your parents would like, but on the bright side you could be expected to meet a tour level pro or two because why wouldn’t they be up for training in Hawaii.
The remaining coaches introduced themselves as: Edgar Davidson, a serve volleying lefty that topped out at a ranking of 126 with an 0-3 record in majors; Stephanie Bell, an erratic, but hard hitting Canadian, 3-7 in majors, peaked at 83; and lastly Hideki Michiba, a Japanese trickster, peaked at 92, with a rousing 1-5 record in majors. Mendoza then commenced with a speech.
As ever thanks for reading, hoping for a better month going forward and real updates soon.