Final Fantasy Hacktics

As I'm testing a playthrough, might as well critique what I found. I'm done with chapter one, and it went pretty well. I like that I can buy items everywhere, so I don't have to backtrack as much. As for the battles, I found magic pretty awesome, but I thought Vanilla was the same in that regard. Quite a lot storybattles are killing one dude, and they die quickly with 3 black mages. This is especially nice since you don't have to grind much, which I loathe quite a bit. I guess the party will end up with monks, a summoner and another mage, and Ramza can switch as needed. Then the side-quests, which should be harder, and that is where the testing really begins. Oh well, I might just use lioneditor to quickly gain some jp. Time to see the world as it is, and become the Beoulve Ramza does not care to be, in chapter 2.

Ok, Ill try that.

Is it alright that all the text is severely screwed up, or did the patcing go wrong somewhere? When I use the unit-screen in-battle, squires are called Arch-Seraphs, Chemists squires, knights chemists, etc. Skillnames also look to be misplaced by one. Also, HiyTEther, and other mishaps.

That would be lovely. Is the version to be tested 2.3 (currently up), or is it new?

If you have a nice list of when you are supposed to get what, then sure. I suppose they are specific move/find-item, steals, or loot from story battles, so I don't have to go out of the way to check every town after every storybattle?

Now to get sheet music to play it myself, because the audio is horrible D:

I do not want to pet it anymore, it looks like it would hurt. I don't think the bottom half of the mouth needs the same treatment.

I tried to not post, but I couldn't, one look from that bad-ass Geomancer made so afraid I had to tell you, that sprite is awesome.

Nah, just means that you wish someone a good fare. Probably used when people went on a boat to far far away and never seen again, but not neccassarily. In any case, fare thee well, fdc.

The only thing I can think of when I see the portrait to improve, is that it looks a bit like a line drawing coloured in. Especially the right side of the portrait is egregious in this respect. The red eyes look very nice, the hair is awesome.

Quote from: Kagebunji on April 07, 2012, 02:33:56 pm
Ok, here is second, definite version. Moving on with the sheet now.

Somehow, if there would be a sprite, this would be the one to feature a nice fat belly. He looks a bit planky, imo.

The inside of his mouth looks depthless, because there is no escape. Get in, keep falling, slowly being digested by the sweet juices of the flan, who keeps smiling all the while. He's dark because of the darkness of the people he ate. He's solid, because it's a solid portrait of the flan.

66 wpm, 100% accuracy, enchanted type writer, English as second language.
In my first language I got 59 wpm, 96% accuracy =/
In French and German I got about 50 wpm, 94% accuracy, which is on the brink of avarage and fast.

IDDQD

QuoteIN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy's country. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties.

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R> those knight and chemist sprites

Nooooo, as Xifanie shows in her example:

Dark Knight (=Chemist): Requires level 2 Dark Knight
Black Mage: Requires level 2 Dark Knight
Holy Knight (=Mediator): Requires level 2 Holy Knight
White Mage: Requires level 2 Holy Knight
Agrias joins with level 2 Holy Knight, Gaf joins with level 2 Dark Knight.

Squire is always unlocked, and thus you can't have a special job (say, Mechanic) replace the squire class, since you cannot set Squire level 2 as requirement to unlock the squire class. What I think Dome means is that if you still want generics with a job tree, use another class than squire as base. Usually chemist is used for this, but it doesn't really matter.

Why would I even start Mass Effect?

I just love how silly a floating cube is as the last remains of a blob of goo of undefined form that goos it's way where it wants to go. Also, nothing like it is in the game yet, which means a nice change of all those "iconic body part" monsters.

It looks like a post-apocalyptic helmet to me.

I took a final fantasy xii flan, worked some ms paint magic (I don't know how it happened) to reduce it to Ljj's colours, and this came out. I don't like the eyes, but I can't sprite.