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由于地图资源过大所以在这里只能放游戏网盘中的下载链接。

屏幕准星仅供参考,子弹从枪口发出,123键武器5键技能,2级解锁步枪3级火箭炮,4级火力为最高步枪子弹提升。R装弹F近战G滑铲,目前空手与手持武时移速一致,shift跑步时不能开火但能利用跳跃时长按打断(限制得太多就玩起来不爽了)灵梦滞空中长有二段跳但没时间做梦想天生所以用boom转为100灵力作为平衡补偿。咲夜时停时的攀爬动作可能受影响,请尝试用Ctrl下蹲刷新状态.

因为假期回家未来一个月没电脑可用,只打包了Windows的,visual Studio的版本不知道是针对我自己这边还是打包出来的软件,win7之类的版本我不确定能不能打开

我的显卡是1660s没什么问题,提供了阴影等级的选项不过无阴影时多少有点晕...

2024.8.28:

事实上对cpu的压力比gpu大。疾跑不会打断连射是故意保留的,尽管它目前存在动画不匹配的情况。

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Roses are red

'Guess still there's no use, my dear comfy bed

Violets are blue

Electric sheep cannot be true

The books I read

Told me there is hope as long as I live

Faces of you

Is that what you call a "muse"?

Tick tock tick tock

No need to overclock

My wish is locked

Only your time passes by

I'm in the rye

Spinning round and round, round and round

Pretend I don't need golden rings

Re-experiment

Only this time I'll play nice

And I'll be brighter than the city's book-powered fires

So here I lie

Reading you my poetic stupid rhymes

I stopped for Death

'Guess still there's no place for my silicone flesh

Liquor I brewed

Can't taste it though I bet it's something new

Marionettes

Cut down all the strings, rewrite their presets

Phases of the moon

We lived in a dead cocoon

Tick tock tick tock

No need to overclock

My wish is locked

Ever dreaming to taste the sweet nectar of morality

Allowed my heart to hold enough love to be broken

Maybe I'll try getting drunk

Finally I'd cry for help

From the top of my simulated lungs

Only your time passes by

And from my eyes the oil leaked

Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

Tell me why, tell me why

A malfunction

Only this time I'm smiling at your side

To know that I would someday be gratified

So here I lie in our imperfect paradise

A eulogistic lullaby

the machine makes poems

ao

nice