Hello. My name is Kirill. I want you to make a 3D-action game so it would be like this: the user can play as the forest elves, the palace guard or the villain. If the user is playing the elves, the elves are in the woods, wooden houses rayd palace guards and villains. You can rob corovans... Since elfes are forest elfes then make it so the forest is really big... you can make the engine make the trees a picture when they are far away but transform into 3D trees when you come clozer. You can buy etc abilities like in Daggerfall. And the enemies are 3-dimensional, and the corpse is also 3D. You can jump etc. If you play as the palace guard, you need to obey the commander, and protect the palace from the evil guy (I haven’t come up with a name yet), spies and elf partisans, and go to raid some of those (elves, the villain...). Well if you play as the evil... that means that spies or elvish partisans attack sometimes, the user is his own boss, you can do what you want, you can order your troops to attack the palace and lead them into battle. The game has 4 main zones, 1 - zone of the humans (neutral), 2 - zone of the emperor (where the palace is), 3 - zone of the elves, 4 - zone of the villain... (in the mountains there is an old fort...)
Also, in the game they don’t always kill you but they can chop your arm off and if the user is not cured they will die, also they can poke your eye out but the user may survive but just stop seeing half a screen until they acquire or buy a prosthetic, or if you lose a leg then you will either die or crawl around or roll in a wheelchair or, best case scenario... get a prosthetic. Saving is possible...
It's you? Do you remember me? I'm your classmate. Do you remember how our whole class pissed you into a mug in the third grade? You drank some more, licked your lips and asked for more. And then your father came to pick you up, the same janitor who raped a dog on Vernadsky and received a suspended sentence for stealing processed cheese in a store. He went into the classroom, everyone began to laugh, and you crap yourself out of shame, and then said that you would hate janitors all your life, but in the 9th grade, when you went to the raid to ******** them off, they let you go in a circle, after which they put eight stitches on your a**s. How are you doing?
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