Ranger Archive
Thread: I think the Devs have manipulated the AI.
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BioEngine
Sun Jun 19, 2005 9:10 pm
#1
Ok, ever since I started really playing with the Ranger abilities, like Camoflauge for instance, I always felt that we needed to be able to rely on the AI of our enemy to ensure our plans and abilities would become successful in a fight. I started to make a list of what creatures would attack which other creatures if they ever became in close proximity with each other, but I do not think that this applies any longer. This new "hate" system is flawed, I think, but what really bothers me is this.
Fact: Our camoflauge is broken more often than people are attacked by enemies which con grey to them.
Fact: This happens more often around mobs whose sole purpose is to be an obstacle to the end of a quest, which undoubtedly holds a reward in one form or another.
Question: Why do we have concealment when we are prevented from using it whenever the Devs want to prevent everyone from avoiding the enemy?
Why aren't the wookies and webweavers on the Webweaver trail beating the**** out of each other? Aren't those "crazed" wookies? Shouldn't they be attacking everything?
I have become afraid to use camoflauge or mask scent. This should not be acceptable.
Message Edited by BioEngine on 06-19-2005 11:45 PM
Almagill
Mon Jun 20, 2005 2:46 am
#3
CL1 Tusken Zealots.
CL36 Tusken KING.
CL64 pharple.
All I'm saying.
Nah. I got a bit more. Junktown. Barely 250m out of Eisley. Alive with an infestation of pacifist Tuskens. Meanwhile, in Bestine, the Imperial Capital with the big fort up on the hill, turrets, patrols, yada yada, there's the election going on and the governor cacking his drawers because the Tusken Raiders might be coming to town.
To do WHAT? Aggressivley rearrange the furniture and give everyone a bad haircut?
Now, like most folk, I've got -5k Tusken faction. I hate the blighters and quite rightly they hate me. So, I stroll up to the Bunker. CL30 snipers out front, I can walk, burst run, dance a fandango right in front of them and, y'know what? I think it's the dancing that sets them off, eventually ONE of them will take a sort of A-Team shot at me and then wait for me kicking his butt bag to the rag bag he got dressed out of.
These are not the Tusken you're looking for. If Ben had met these ones, instead of doing his best krayt impression it'd have been more like
"I say old boy, you haven't got a light? My pipes gone out!"
"Not a problem old man, how're the kids? Is that a new gaffi stick you've got there?"
"Yah, but it's made of foam rubber, far safer than those old bits of scrap we used to use.."
"Oh indeed, you could jolly well have somebodies eye out with those old ones... now, if you're finished with young Skywalker there, I'd better take him home for some soup"
"Bye Ben"
"Bye bye Tusken King, love to the Mrs"
and the Tusken go wandering off over the hill as a massive telephone handset appears out of the ground going 'eh oh!'
I then stroll leisurely around Bestine, waving to the happy Imps, blasting a few in the butt as I saunter past. SOmetimes, if I'm really careless, two or three will come after me and I have to pistol whip them into behaving like good little soldiers. 'course, if I'm feeling mean, I'll just wander round to where some Imperial Sand Troopers are standing, dragging my little train of pistol popping stormies (who all seem to be in dress down gear these days? what happened there? Somebody mess up on laundry duty again??) round the houses and into the path of the Sand Troopers who, probably because of the hash up over the laundry, have all turned Rebel and promptly start blowing the breakfast out of their buddies.
I dunno, maybe they voted for Sean Trenwell in the election and now everyones worried that the Tusken are coming...
Well, after deciding that the AI on NPC's is well and truly out to lunch I head off planet to do a bit of hunting. Lok is wall to wall with gurks, all CL80, for the wannabe uber doods to go farming. Where's the other critters? Even the kimo's are staying undercover. Up on one of the hills I see something con blue to me, so, hoping it's not another ruddy mission lair, I trot over there and, its a bunch of uber pharples. CL48 - CL64.
"Dewd, that's some mean old birds"
I round them up, fillet them, have them with a nice seasoned dressing and then head off looking for snorbals again. Hit all the 'usual' haunts and, after a total of three hours trekking about on that pongy planet I eventually find a teeny tiny herd of them holed up behind a rock. CL36, dumb as Forrest Gump on tranquilisers and pretty soon all skinned and added to my tally. Feh, who needs 'the' trap when the dumb critters just stand there looking at you as if to say "is it my turn yet? Please, take me away from this madness..."
Back on Tatooine to rearrange my wookiee trophies I see a CL40 juvie krayt in the plain out back of my house. I dunno if I should laugh or cry. After taunting him for a few minutes about how feeble he is compared to the mighty pharple I put the beggar out of his misery.
So, where was I? Oh yes, rearranging my wookiee bits.
Wookiee totems is one thing, but what I want to know is what are those wookiee smoking / eating up on Kash?
Here we have a village full of raving psycho mad mental bonkers in the nut seperatist wookiees. They hate you. They hate me. They sit around at night telling each other how much they hate each other. They even make up little songs about it. "I am a wookiee. I hate the Trandos. I hate the Emperor. Come to think about it, I hate the wookiees". Try it in a cantina sometime, real catchy little ditty.
But look, over here, not 100m away, a bunch of wookiees enslaved by teh ebil trannies. And what are the aggro wookiee doing about it? Yah, skinning up and passing it round. Feh.
These are NOT the wookiees I remember seeing in EpIII. Them was some aggro wook. Even the half dozen that manage to get into Republic Commando are bonkers mad in the nut psychokillers... whaddawe get? Carebears.
Chewbacca would shoot himself if he wasn't hanging about in cantinas singing that song.
So, yup, I reckon the AI has been manipulated. They're slipping tranqs into the NPC's coolaid and letting them munch down on party packs of prozac.
(IMHO, of course, YMMV)
CL36 Tusken KING.
CL64 pharple.
All I'm saying.
Nah. I got a bit more. Junktown. Barely 250m out of Eisley. Alive with an infestation of pacifist Tuskens. Meanwhile, in Bestine, the Imperial Capital with the big fort up on the hill, turrets, patrols, yada yada, there's the election going on and the governor cacking his drawers because the Tusken Raiders might be coming to town.
To do WHAT? Aggressivley rearrange the furniture and give everyone a bad haircut?
Now, like most folk, I've got -5k Tusken faction. I hate the blighters and quite rightly they hate me. So, I stroll up to the Bunker. CL30 snipers out front, I can walk, burst run, dance a fandango right in front of them and, y'know what? I think it's the dancing that sets them off, eventually ONE of them will take a sort of A-Team shot at me and then wait for me kicking his butt bag to the rag bag he got dressed out of.
These are not the Tusken you're looking for. If Ben had met these ones, instead of doing his best krayt impression it'd have been more like
"I say old boy, you haven't got a light? My pipes gone out!"
"Not a problem old man, how're the kids? Is that a new gaffi stick you've got there?"
"Yah, but it's made of foam rubber, far safer than those old bits of scrap we used to use.."
"Oh indeed, you could jolly well have somebodies eye out with those old ones... now, if you're finished with young Skywalker there, I'd better take him home for some soup"
"Bye Ben"
"Bye bye Tusken King, love to the Mrs"
and the Tusken go wandering off over the hill as a massive telephone handset appears out of the ground going 'eh oh!'
I then stroll leisurely around Bestine, waving to the happy Imps, blasting a few in the butt as I saunter past. SOmetimes, if I'm really careless, two or three will come after me and I have to pistol whip them into behaving like good little soldiers. 'course, if I'm feeling mean, I'll just wander round to where some Imperial Sand Troopers are standing, dragging my little train of pistol popping stormies (who all seem to be in dress down gear these days? what happened there? Somebody mess up on laundry duty again??) round the houses and into the path of the Sand Troopers who, probably because of the hash up over the laundry, have all turned Rebel and promptly start blowing the breakfast out of their buddies.
I dunno, maybe they voted for Sean Trenwell in the election and now everyones worried that the Tusken are coming...
Well, after deciding that the AI on NPC's is well and truly out to lunch I head off planet to do a bit of hunting. Lok is wall to wall with gurks, all CL80, for the wannabe uber doods to go farming. Where's the other critters? Even the kimo's are staying undercover. Up on one of the hills I see something con blue to me, so, hoping it's not another ruddy mission lair, I trot over there and, its a bunch of uber pharples. CL48 - CL64.
"Dewd, that's some mean old birds"
I round them up, fillet them, have them with a nice seasoned dressing and then head off looking for snorbals again. Hit all the 'usual' haunts and, after a total of three hours trekking about on that pongy planet I eventually find a teeny tiny herd of them holed up behind a rock. CL36, dumb as Forrest Gump on tranquilisers and pretty soon all skinned and added to my tally. Feh, who needs 'the' trap when the dumb critters just stand there looking at you as if to say "is it my turn yet? Please, take me away from this madness..."
Back on Tatooine to rearrange my wookiee trophies I see a CL40 juvie krayt in the plain out back of my house. I dunno if I should laugh or cry. After taunting him for a few minutes about how feeble he is compared to the mighty pharple I put the beggar out of his misery.
So, where was I? Oh yes, rearranging my wookiee bits.
Wookiee totems is one thing, but what I want to know is what are those wookiee smoking / eating up on Kash?
Here we have a village full of raving psycho mad mental bonkers in the nut seperatist wookiees. They hate you. They hate me. They sit around at night telling each other how much they hate each other. They even make up little songs about it. "I am a wookiee. I hate the Trandos. I hate the Emperor. Come to think about it, I hate the wookiees". Try it in a cantina sometime, real catchy little ditty.
But look, over here, not 100m away, a bunch of wookiees enslaved by teh ebil trannies. And what are the aggro wookiee doing about it? Yah, skinning up and passing it round. Feh.
These are NOT the wookiees I remember seeing in EpIII. Them was some aggro wook. Even the half dozen that manage to get into Republic Commando are bonkers mad in the nut psychokillers... whaddawe get? Carebears.
Chewbacca would shoot himself if he wasn't hanging about in cantinas singing that song.
So, yup, I reckon the AI has been manipulated. They're slipping tranqs into the NPC's coolaid and letting them munch down on party packs of prozac.
(IMHO, of course, YMMV)
JokitoRoyo
Mon Jun 20, 2005 6:34 am
#5
Ken... please tell me you work as a writer. That was funny as hell. 5 star best rant of the year so far!
Edit... I don't know what funnt is.
Message Edited by JokitoRoyo on 06-20-2005 11:58 AM
Vorpaks
Mon Jun 20, 2005 3:22 pm
#7
Aggresively rearrange the furniture..
I'm using that one later. *gasp*
agent156
Mon Jun 20, 2005 4:32 pm
#8
And what's with the spawns... I've spent tons of time on Tat since I came back, and havn't seen a single Squill. Man just before I let there where tons of them, it was great! And the grave yard.. I don't even want to talk about that weak ass place.
Temujin23
Mon Jun 20, 2005 11:47 pm
#9
agent156 wrote:
And what's with the spawns... I've spent tons of time on Tat since I came back, and havn't seen a single Squill. Man just before I let there where tons of them, it was great! And the grave yard.. I don't even want to talk about that weak ass place.
They all migrated to endor, which I suppose is the squill equivalent of florida. Nothing but crotchety old festering squills there.
al-djinn'i
Master Ranger
Almagill
Tue Jun 21, 2005 5:44 am
#10
Endor, FL for squills. I like that.
Last time I went to the squill cave on Tat (decent scout xp for harvesting gimped critters) it was like "oh, another bloody tourist... quick, put on the fierce act 'raawr raawr', ach, feh, ne, I'll just lie here and scratch myself"
What completly freaked me out was the gang of 50 Tusken on the hill outside having a convention or something.
Last time I went to the squill cave on Tat (decent scout xp for harvesting gimped critters) it was like "oh, another bloody tourist... quick, put on the fierce act 'raawr raawr', ach, feh, ne, I'll just lie here and scratch myself"
What completly freaked me out was the gang of 50 Tusken on the hill outside having a convention or something.
Owen-Lars
Tue Jun 21, 2005 5:50 am
#11
Hehe, have you guys seen Dant on bad day? Ive run across a patch of dant litterally covered in Pickets to the point the radar set out at 128 is completely yellow hehe and laggy as hell. My milking hands gota work out that day, i can tell you that.
lammergeier
Tue Jun 21, 2005 6:08 am
#12
Owen-Lars wrote:
Hehe, have you guys seen Dant on bad day? Ive run across a patch of dant litterally covered in Pickets to the point the radar set out at 128 is completely yellow hehe and laggy as hell. My milking hands got a work out that day, i can tell you that.
I still want a milking droid.
aren't them gadgets supposed to take care of all our menial and tedious humdrum tasks?
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