Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 97

"Riding on my beloved little scooter,It never gets stuck in traffic,Riding on my beloved little scooter..."

Thud!

Tuanzi's catchy children's song was abruptly interrupted by a loud crash. Old Ma's sidecar motorcycle had slammed straight into a tree, causing the vehicle's health to drop significantly. Tuanzi, nearly thrown off, looked at her master with a face full of grievance and helplessly sang the last line:

"Our ride's about to explode~"

The live chat erupted with laughter:

"Tuanzi is hilarious."

"This little one is quite the comedian; Old Ma better not let her die."

"So funny, haha!"

"Vehicle killer, Teacher Ma."

"A lifelong nemesis."

"Feels like since the stream started, Teacher Ma has been eliminated by vehicles more than by enemies."

"You can defeat me, but you'll never kill me."

"The main goal is to deny opponents any kill-death ratio."

"Looks like this vehicle's done for again..."

Indeed! After some mobile target practice, amidst the furious incompetence of two 'wild kings,' the master and apprentice duo successfully claimed a small housing area. After a thorough looting session, both were equipped with level one to two armor and helmets. Their weapons included a combination of rifles and shotguns, suitable for both long-range and close-quarters combat. As for attachments, they had basic grips and scopes.

It's worth noting that the addition of firearm modification features was indeed refreshing. Not only did it change the appearance of weapons, but it also introduced the concept of 'weapon upgrades' to the game. This moderate increase in operability provided players with a better experience and marked another innovation in FPS games. In fact, many game development teams currently working on projects held overnight meetings upon seeing this innovation, discussing how to incorporate such a modification system into their own games.

"Hmm—"

Through a four-times scope, Old Ma surveyed the small hill and confirmed no enemy presence. At this moment, P City was just ahead, with faint gunshots echoing from within.

"Tuanzi."

"Yes!"

Hearing her master's call, Tuanzi eagerly ran over:

"What's up, Master?"

"Now, I'm going to teach you how to become a pro—"

Upon hearing that her master was about to impart real skills, Tuanzi's eyes lit up:

"Great, great, Master, go ahead. I'm recording."

Old Ma cleared his throat:

"Look, in this situation, we want to ambush players coming out of P City. So, how should we set up our guns?"

"We should..."

Tuanzi pondered:

"Lie down! Crawl in the grass so enemies can't see us!"

As she spoke, Tuanzi immediately went prone, setting up her rifle and aiming toward P City with a serious demeanor.

However, Old Ma shook his head:

"Ah~ see, this is the difference between you and a pro."

"When you've played enough, you'll realize that pros never lie down; they usually move around."

As he spoke, Old Ma raised his gun, moving back and forth on the small hill, occasionally swaying left and right, resembling someone with ADHD, exuding the aura of a pro:

"Because if you're lying down and a sniper spots you, you're dead for sure. One shot, boom..."

Before he could finish, Old Ma felt like he stepped on something, stumbling slightly. Looking down, he found himself locking eyes with a pair of surprised eyes.

Yes, while he was enthusiastically lecturing, someone had been lying on the ground, and Old Ma hadn't noticed. Coincidentally, this player was perhaps too focused on aiming at P City and, with poor hearing, hadn't heard the rustling footsteps behind him.

As a result, it wasn't until Old Ma stepped on him that both realized each other's presence.

At that moment, an awkward, darkly humorous atmosphere peaked.

After a brief pause, Old Ma lowered his gun.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—

The unfortunate soul lying on the ground turned into a loot box.

Old Ma remained silent for a long while before shrugging at Tuanzi:

"See? Lying down leads to this..."

"Ah—"

Tuanzi was dumbfounded, seemingly having learned something, yet also feeling like she learned nothing. It appeared that her master's perfect execution of the lesson was due to his blindness, while the unfortunate player became a loot box because he was deaf.

A clairvoyant meets a keen-eared opponent. Such odds must be rare.

Nonetheless, out of respect for her master, Tuanzi nodded, feigning enlightenment:

"So that's how it is—Master, you're amazing!"

The live chat was in stitches:

"Why are you even cooperating with him?"

"One dares to teach, the other dares to learn."

"Just admit the lesson was successful, right?"

"Indeed."

"I can't even argue with that..."

Seeing his disciple grasp the concept quickly, Old Ma waved his hand:

"Go loot the box, see if there's any good gear."

"Okay!"

Tuanzi loved looting boxes. That sense of reward made her feel immensely satisfied. Although she knew that, given her skill level, even with level three armor and helmet, she might not win a direct fight against a pro with level one gear, the feeling of being fully equipped made her feel wealthy and secure.

She skipped over to the loot box left by the keen-eared player. Opening it, the UI displayed its contents.

Wow—

This guy was indeed loaded. Level two backpack, level three armor, level two helmet, energy drinks, bandages, medkits, smoke grenades, flashbangs, and a fully equipped M416.

In addition, there was a special item—

"Eh? What's this?"

Hearing Tuanzi's surprised voice, Teacher Ma turned to look. He saw little Tuanzi holding a military green sniper rifle.

The live chat instantly exploded:

"Whoa! Heavy sniper!"

"Isn't that the AWP?"

"No, that's the AWM, military-grade, bigger and more powerful than the AWP."

"That's an airdrop gun! Damn! This keen-eared guy was loaded!"

"First time seeing an airdrop gun in Teacher Ma's stream."

"In Teacher Ma's stream, forget seeing

In Teacher Ma’s stream, forget about seeing an airdrop gun—viewers hadn’t even seen an airdrop crate before!

“This sniper’s a beast. Qiezi and Lao Ma once fought tooth and nail for one. It one-shots level three helmets.”

“Dang! That powerful?!”

“Holy cr*p, doesn’t that mean Teacher Ma can just casually snipe anyone coming out of P City?”

Truthfully, Teacher Ma hadn’t seen one of these himself. After all, he’d never lasted more than ten minutes in a single match. He had no clue what an airdrop sniper even looked like.

Luckily, his viewers knew their stuff.

So, Teacher Ma quickly played along: “This is a good one. It’s an airdrop gun, probably looted by that guy earlier. He must have been using it to camp P City.”

“Ohhhh—”

Tuanzi’s admiration for her master grew even stronger: “Then Master, here—you should take it! It’s super powerful. You use it!”

Her disciple’s heartfelt loyalty warmed Teacher Ma, but he waved her off: “You use it. Just follow the move I taught you earlier.”

“Got it!” Tuanzi nodded earnestly, then shouldered the AWM, closed one eye, and used the scope to scout P City’s movement.

She shuffled her feet, moving side to side while twisting her body in a playful rhythm:

“Ah doodoo, doodoo, hey!Doodoo, doodoo, oh!I’ve got my big sniper aimed at you,No one’s getting out of P City,My master’s a prairie viper,He’ll snipe you into a dazed goose,Suway suway suway—”

Behind her, Teacher Ma watched with a grin, unable to understand why such a lively and creative streamer like Tuanzi had such low viewer numbers.

But hey, now that she had him helping her channel grow, her streaming career was bound to improve. A little payback for the community, huh?

Teacher Ma couldn’t help but chuckle, while the chat burst out laughing at Tuanzi’s antics.

In today’s streaming world, a quirky, energetic streamer like her was a rare sight.

Soon, the chat flooded with “dance” emojis, the whole vibe light and fun.

But!

Just as the good vibes peaked—

Bang!

Suddenly!

A gunshot rang out from P City, cutting through the playful chaos like a knife.

Without warning.

In the blink of an eye—

Tuanzi, who was just dancing and jumping around, suddenly collapsed to the ground.

“Huh?!”

“What the heck was that?!”

Tuanzi was stunned.

But before she could finish her sentence—

Bang!

Another shot!

Her downed character turned into a loot box.

Teacher Ma’s pupils shrank!

Someone was taking potshots from the roof on the edge of P City!

In the next second, he dropped flat into the grass at lightning speed!

His reaction was so quick, the chat filled with question marks:

“Why’d you go prone?!”

“Didn’t you just say, ‘Pros never go prone’?”

“Yo, the student just schooled the master, huh? Keeping a little trick up your sleeve?”

“Old Ma, you shady dog! Teaching her to zig-zag like a moving target, while you just drop and hide?”

“Tuanzi: I really believed you, you know.”

“When Teacher Ma goes prone, that’s when the lesson truly hits its peak.”

“This guy... is a content king.”

“No kidding, his sense of showmanship is unreal.”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Bang! Swish! Bang! Pfft!

Shots rang out repeatedly in the distance, stray bullets landing all around Teacher Ma, kicking up dirt and grass.

Meanwhile, Tuanzi’s voice burst through the squad comms in her loot box form:

“It’s a sniper! They’ve got a sniper too! Master! Quick, grab my big sniper!”

As she spoke, Teacher Ma crawled over to her box.

With a serious tone, he said: “Don’t panic, disciple. Watch how your master handles this.”

“Mmm!” Tuanzi’s trust in her master was unwavering: “Master, go for it! I’m watching your POV!”

In the game, dead players could spectate their teammates’ first-person view.

So Tuanzi, eager to learn, switched her perspective to Teacher Ma.

Then, they heard his calm voice: “In battle, the more dangerous the situation, the calmer you have to be.”

“You can’t just panic the moment the enemy fires—you’ve got to think. Got it? Stay calm and think.”

“Ohhhh—” Tuanzi was soaking it in. “So what do we think about now?”

“Put yourself in their shoes,” Teacher Ma instructed. “Think—if you were them, what would you most want me to do right now?”

“Hmm—”

After a moment of thought, Tuanzi answered: “I’d want you to stop moving, so I could get a clear shot and kill you.”

“Exactly! Great progress!” Teacher Ma praised her. “So, what do we do next? That’s right—we do the opposite of what they expect!”

As he spoke, Teacher Ma crawled to Tuanzi’s loot box, picked up the AWM, and cocked the bolt.

Clack!

“Watch closely, disciple. Watch your master’s next move.”

And then!

Teacher Ma rolled on the spot!

While dodging incoming fire, he crouched and sprang up, taking off in a burst of speed!

In a blink, he hopped on the smoking sidecar bike!

With a twist of the throttle, the sidecar belched thick smoke as it barreled down the hill!

The chat went wild:

“Whoa! I get it! Teacher Ma’s going on the offensive—breaking the enemy’s rhythm!”

“That sniper’s on the rooftop—Teacher Ma’s going straight at them?!”

“Holy crap, these drifts are kinda sick.”

“Missed all his shots—looks like he’s panicking!”

“D***! Teacher Ma’s pulling off a slick play here!”

“This counterintuitive strategy is hitting hard.”

“Gold-tier instructor, for real.”

As the viewers gasped in amazement, the smoking sidecar skidded down the slope, heading straight for the low wall outside the building!

Teacher Ma wore a look of complete confidence. Dodging a few more shots, his smirk grew:

“Hey—boss man—what’s up? Not landing a single shot? How’s that panic treating you, huh?”

With that, he boomed into the squad comms, full of swagger:

“Watch closely, disciple!”

“Now comes the instant snipe demo!”

Before the words left his mouth—

Bang!

The smoking sidecar smashed into the low wall, flames bursting from the front.

And then—an explosive boom!

KABOOM!

A small mushroom cloud bloomed above the sidecar, spiraling into the sky.

In that mushroom cloud, a ragdoll figure was sent flying, tracing an arc before smack—landing flat on the ground, dead.

【You blew up a vehicle and killed yourself】

“Wooooah—”

After a long pause, a comment finally drifted across the chat:

“Did you offend Cybertron in your past life?”

The next second, the stream’s chat exploded in laughter:

“Add another bizarre death to the collection!”

“Hahahahaha, dude, even if I tried, I couldn’t pull this off!”

“Stop, Teacher Ma, we’re full—can’t take any more of this!”

“‘Instant Car’ technique.”

“If the haptic pod platform didn’t have anti-cheat, I’d swear he was hacking.”

“Even hacks wouldn’t stop him from getting killed by vehicles.”

“Ridiculous.”

“Master Chef.”

“Tonight has been wild—every kind of death you can imagine, it’s all here.”

“I hereby name this the ‘Freshippo Epic’.”

That night, Old Ma and Tuanzi played together until 2 AM.

After they said goodnight and ended the stream, Tuanzi climbed out of the haptic pod, stretched with a big yawn, and walked over to her computer.

“Phew—so tired. Let’s see how the stream stats look today—”

The next second—

A shriek exploded from Tuanzi’s bedroom:

“Wha— the—?!”