Here is my interview with Robin Walker, of Team Fortress Software (formerly? do they still exist formally? who cares, they're still making the game) and now Lead Designer on the project at Valve Software. The man needs no introduction.* I do ask that you ignore the blatant ignorance displayed by myself throughout the course of this interview. I am by no means knowledgeable in a lot of this stuff, but I love the game and know what I want to see in the next one.
In keeping with my usual style, this interview is LONG. We're talking unfinishable, which is one reason why I posted it just before going on vacation. You can read it in installments, and actually come close to getting through it all before I come back and start posting on the page again. See how considerate I am? However, I have done my best to shed any semblance of topicality, and so things jump around a bit. The page divisions are, for the most part, arbitrary.
Unfortunately, I was unable to get ahold of any screenshots or other tidbits to post along with the interview (as stated before, most of the game art isn't finished anyway), but judging from the massive amount of previously unreleased content contained herein I think it should keep you all happy. I know some of this has been covered before, but I included it either because a) it presents a new perspective, or b) Robin spent too much time on it to have it cut last-minute.
Of course, I didn't have a single problem with sending him all those silly questions to further congest his schedule. My personal favorite:
"Since TF2 will have a different player model for each class, are there any models small enough to pass for a Scottish dwarf?
No Comment. ;) "
I imagine Braveheart is going to have a problem with that.
So, without further ado:
| Robin Spills His Guts |
| "Roit, so we were driving along the road and we came up on this body in a ditch, it looked like a human body or something but it smelled much worse, and this dingo was munching on it, but John got out anyway and poked around a bit, gave it a sniff, and then pronounced it ... what were his words ... "worthy fare", I think ... He got down on his haunches and took a great big bite roit out of its thigh, we all just stood there and stared at him as he consumed this roadkilled roo, spitting tufts fur out of his mouth and remarking that it had a really mellow flavor ..." |
* But I gave him one anyway.