Nokia's still making N-GAGE games!
...and still paying flash designers loads of money to make web sites about them.
"Payload and www.payload-game.com are a testament to the rich story and game depth that is possible on the N-Gage platform," said Gregg Sauter, Director, Games Publishing, Nokia. "Payload combines strategy, combat and traditional racing, where a player can play against up to three friends with an N-Gage game deck via Bluetooth wireless technology for a superior combat racing experience.
Yeah, totally looks like it:
IT HAS A STORY!
The creaky transport lurches badly on landing, and the straps of Harker's frayed safety restraints bite into his shoulders as he's shunted forward in his seat. As the engines' whine abates, the others around him begin to stir. Everyone is exhausted and sick from the journey. He's not sure, but the guy next to him is probably dead. Cheap cryogenics- the side effects of travelling economy class can be fatal.
The passenger bulkhead splits open and he squints hard at the new light streaming in from outside. A silhouetted figure, a cop, barks at the assembly to move out. Harker grabs his dirty duffel- everything he owns- from the overhead, trudges down the out-ramp, and gets his first look at his new home.
Ararat. Looking around he reflects grimly that if Noah had fetched up here, he'd have got back on the ark and kept going.
Waysouth spaceport immigration virtually waves him through. If the tired, bored cop who glanced at his ID had looked again, he might have noticed that it's stolen. With over 3,000 new diggers coming in each day, it's not like anyone's going to care.
Two years ago this place was nowhere, on the outer edge of nothing. Now tickets to the offworld mining colony have become the hottest property since they opened up Jupiter to the tourists.
Furium had been discovered; the dark crystalline substance is the most powerful fuel source ever known, and known of nowhere else in the entire galaxy. And the rush to dig as much of it out of Ararat's ancient crust is bringing the dregs of humanity from every corner of the galaxy to this dirty little ball.
The mining guild's registrar double checks his ID and casually informs him that not only is he ineligible for a license, but also illegals are often shot on site. Standing alone at the edge of the busy booth he wonders glumly if the guy he stole the ticket from, who waved it in his face boasting of his luck, then passed out cold his beer, was more or less the smarter of the two of them.
'No luck, pal?' He turns. The guy is the cleanest person he's seen in weeks. He's looking at him keenly, for no reason Harker knows of.
'What's it to you?'
He shrugs. 'Might have a job. Won't need ID. You pilot a skim?'
Harker pauses. 'What kind of job?' he says, more interested than he's trying to let on.
The guy grins. 'The most dangerous job on the planet'.
Back Story
A Brief History of the Future.
The year is 2240. Man has stretched out across the galaxy to new star systems and worlds beyond the imagination. It is a golden era for scientific exploration.
Earth, it turns out, is far from unique. Other worlds hospitable to life are discovered, with almost monotonous regularity. Some are teeming with new species of unimaginable variety, but most are dull and grey, with only the most rudimentary of organisms to sustain a workable bio-system.
But, to man's increasing puzzlement, intelligent sentient life such as his own remains undiscovered. It would seem, for the time being, that we are indeed alone. And so with no one around to complain, humans leave their home to colonize the galaxy.
Payload
"Payload and www.payload-game.com are a testament to the rich story and game depth that is possible on the N-Gage platform," said Gregg Sauter, Director, Games Publishing, Nokia. "Payload combines strategy, combat and traditional racing, where a player can play against up to three friends with an N-Gage game deck via Bluetooth wireless technology for a superior combat racing experience.
Yeah, totally looks like it:
IT HAS A STORY!
The creaky transport lurches badly on landing, and the straps of Harker's frayed safety restraints bite into his shoulders as he's shunted forward in his seat. As the engines' whine abates, the others around him begin to stir. Everyone is exhausted and sick from the journey. He's not sure, but the guy next to him is probably dead. Cheap cryogenics- the side effects of travelling economy class can be fatal.
The passenger bulkhead splits open and he squints hard at the new light streaming in from outside. A silhouetted figure, a cop, barks at the assembly to move out. Harker grabs his dirty duffel- everything he owns- from the overhead, trudges down the out-ramp, and gets his first look at his new home.
Ararat. Looking around he reflects grimly that if Noah had fetched up here, he'd have got back on the ark and kept going.
Waysouth spaceport immigration virtually waves him through. If the tired, bored cop who glanced at his ID had looked again, he might have noticed that it's stolen. With over 3,000 new diggers coming in each day, it's not like anyone's going to care.
Two years ago this place was nowhere, on the outer edge of nothing. Now tickets to the offworld mining colony have become the hottest property since they opened up Jupiter to the tourists.
Furium had been discovered; the dark crystalline substance is the most powerful fuel source ever known, and known of nowhere else in the entire galaxy. And the rush to dig as much of it out of Ararat's ancient crust is bringing the dregs of humanity from every corner of the galaxy to this dirty little ball.
The mining guild's registrar double checks his ID and casually informs him that not only is he ineligible for a license, but also illegals are often shot on site. Standing alone at the edge of the busy booth he wonders glumly if the guy he stole the ticket from, who waved it in his face boasting of his luck, then passed out cold his beer, was more or less the smarter of the two of them.
'No luck, pal?' He turns. The guy is the cleanest person he's seen in weeks. He's looking at him keenly, for no reason Harker knows of.
'What's it to you?'
He shrugs. 'Might have a job. Won't need ID. You pilot a skim?'
Harker pauses. 'What kind of job?' he says, more interested than he's trying to let on.
The guy grins. 'The most dangerous job on the planet'.
Back Story
A Brief History of the Future.
The year is 2240. Man has stretched out across the galaxy to new star systems and worlds beyond the imagination. It is a golden era for scientific exploration.
Earth, it turns out, is far from unique. Other worlds hospitable to life are discovered, with almost monotonous regularity. Some are teeming with new species of unimaginable variety, but most are dull and grey, with only the most rudimentary of organisms to sustain a workable bio-system.
But, to man's increasing puzzlement, intelligent sentient life such as his own remains undiscovered. It would seem, for the time being, that we are indeed alone. And so with no one around to complain, humans leave their home to colonize the galaxy.
Payload
