Booze Blues
This game was my entry for the Awful Summer Jam 2017 and was the first project I worked on after my graduation. Working with a team of 3 people, we decided to create a simple auto-runner game with procedural level generation. The theme of the game jam was Bootleg so we decided to create something set in the prohibition era with a rubber-hose animation style.
The project was created in Unity 5 using C#. I utilized an object pool design pattern for level and enemy generation and I was in charge of coding the object pooling, character and general gameplay as well as designing the tiles for the first level.
I learned a lot about this project, especially how to gather reliable feedback and processing it to improve on a game.
The game can be played here:
Booze Blues on Itch.io
The game’s project can also be found in my GitHub, here:
Booze Blues Project on GitHub
Conquer the savage lands of Canada, where even the holes are sentient. We added a parallax effect to the trees and effectively made the character run in place while the scenery and obstacles moved from right to left towards the player, making it easier to program.
Every level had 2 checkpoints in case the logs proved too deadly for our protagonist. Levels would stay the same during their playthrough, but restarting the game would give you a completely different set of tiles. The tile order was determined and set up as soon as you pressed Start. Any obstacles that would go offscreen would be reset to its original position and the tiles were then stored off camera in case the player had to restart due to hitting an obstacle, where they would be placed back to their original positions.
Much research was done to get that authentic flapper vernacular. (Also, damn, that is one cool sun).
The streets of 1930s Chicago proved just as perilous as the dense forests of Canada. We wanted to have a variety of enemies, all sentient, such as flying birds, trash cans, roaming beavers, angry Mounties and rival gang members, both of them would shoot at you (the bullets? Sentient). You had the choice to either chuck a bottle, depleting your booze supply, or get up close and personal to clock 'em with your mighty fist.
A cautionary tale.