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Help Me please

Started by Emperor, November 02, 2010, 10:42:57 pm

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Emperor

November 02, 2010, 10:42:57 pm
Oi Galera
Alguem pode me dizer o nome de um programa para editar as conversas do jogo?
Obrigado.

Archael

November 02, 2010, 10:53:50 pm #1
FFTactText

FFHackticsnoob

November 04, 2010, 06:11:11 am #2
*Goes to find Olan to translate for me*
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown

Emperor

November 05, 2010, 11:59:41 am #3
Voldemort
Can I modify the game talks?
Because I didn't find it on FFtactText.

philsov

November 05, 2010, 12:06:54 pm #4
to change what characters say to each other, one needs to do event editing.

http://www.ffhacktics.com/downloads.php?id=9
Just another rebel plotting rebellion.

Mari

November 05, 2010, 02:04:07 pm #5 Last Edit: November 05, 2010, 02:52:18 pm by Mari
Desculpa. Eu escrevi isso em Espanhol em vez de Português.
Quando acordei, eu não estava prestando atenção. Eu apenas li seu segunda mensagem, não o primeiro.

Utilice CDMAGE para extraer TEST.EVT.
http://ffhacktics.com/downloads.php?id=2

Búsqueda en "Tema 1" + "Evento"
Haga derecho-clic en el archivo para extraerlo.
Descompilar el nuevo archivo y, a continuación, abra el nuevo archivo.

Busque el evento que desee a través de http://ffhacktics.com/wiki/Event_Script ... orrelation

Copiarlo y pegarlo en event.txt.
Ahora puede cambiar el texto!
Guarde el archivo y, a continuación, recompilar.
Utilice CDMAGE para insertar el nuevo archivo y se llevan a cabo!

Aquí es un tutorial que puede ayudarle.
viewtopic.php?f=23&t=4067
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As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.

Archael

November 05, 2010, 02:36:44 pm #6
dude, the OP is in portuguese, not spanish

but I guess that works :P

Mari

November 05, 2010, 02:50:00 pm #7
Oh, didn't pay attention to be honest. I had just woken up when I got on.
I can edit it later tonight, but I probably won't need to.
Portuguese and spanish are so similar that it shouldn't matter.

It made learning portuguese so much easier.
But yeah, now that I read his post it's obvious.
When I posted this, I didn't even read his first post, only the second one.
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As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.
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