Counters are usually pretty terrible. You want an effective dodge move--that is, a dodge that, when activated, will cancel out just about any attack leveled at you for a few frames and move you out of harm's way when doing so. It's something that your article-writing fellow would call an action adventure game feature, but it's basically necessary if you don't want your combat to be unresponsive garbage.

The fellow in the article is an arrogant fighting games nerd that thinks that when people play games they'll do anything except spam the most useful move, so I wouldn't take his advice too seriously.

From what you're talking about, I would suggest taking inspiration from God Hand. It's got the whole 2d collision detection in a 3d environment thing going and it balances out fairly well by having decent AI and making every attack in the game avoidable in some way. Your friend might not like it because rather than having a button combination or position-based system, God Hand simply allows the player to set specific moves to a button. It also has one of the slowest and clunkiest fighting systems out there, but embraces that fact. The entire feeling of the game is one that is up-close and brutal, which is something that is lost by a lot of combat systems.

Chrysophylax likes your work. He really likes your work.

He likes your work so much that he keeps you chained to the wall in his basement and whips you repeatedly if you even briefly stop making music.


I wish I had a job that wasn't terrible.

Granted. Now you keep confusing Plural with the most offensive sequence of three words you can think of. The next time you refer to Plural, you accidentally offend everyone so horribly that you are banned for life.

I wish that I was a millionaire and had a plate of piznachos.

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I wish that I could think of a corruption that wasn't so... corrupt.

Granted. You would know if she liked you. She doesn't. That's why you're unsure.

I wish I was done with this paper that I'm writing.

Granted. You told her about your hemorrhoids and tried to turn the fact that you have to sit on a special pillow into a pick-up line. She asked you which train you were going to be taking and intentionally avoided it. You never see her again.

I wish that I had a twin.

Inflation occurs.
One hundred dollars? Meh.
You spend it on chips.

I wish I was hot.