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RE RE MOTOR ESTUDIANTE DESFUESTO anunciado por Capcom

Autor : Connor Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

Capcom lanza la primera competencia de desarrollo de juegos para estudiantes japoneses

Capcom está fomentando el crecimiento de la industria a través de la educación con su competencia inaugural de juegos de Capcom, un torneo de desarrollo de juegos centrado en los estudiantes. Esta colaboración industrial-académica tiene como objetivo cultivar talento futuro y avanzar en la investigación dentro de la industria de los videojuegos.

Capcom Games Competition: RE ENGINE Challenge

Aumentar el futuro de la industria de los juegos

Capcom Games Competition: Student Collaboration

Esta innovadora competencia brinda a los estudiantes japoneses universitarios, graduados y de escuelas vocacionales (18 años o más) la oportunidad de desarrollar juegos utilizando el motor RE patentado de Capcom. Los equipos de hasta 20 estudiantes colaborarán, cada miembro asume un papel específico de desarrollo de juegos. Los desarrolladores de Capcom serán los participantes, guiándolos a través de técnicas de desarrollo de juegos de vanguardia. Los equipos ganadores recibirán apoyo para la comercialización potencial de sus creaciones.

La competencia se extiende desde el 9 de diciembre de 2024 hasta el 17 de enero de 2025.

Capcom Games Competition:  RE ENGINE Power

Aprovechando la potencia del motor RE

La competencia utiliza el famoso motor RE de Capcom (Reach for the Moon Engine), inicialmente creado para Resident Evil 7: Biohazard en 2017. Este poderoso motor ha alimentado numerosos títulos exitosos de Capcom, incluidas las recientes entregas de Resident Evil, Dragon's Dogma 2, Kunitsu-Gami : Path of the Goddess, y el próximo Monster Hunter Wilds. Su evolución continua garantiza la creación de juegos de alta calidad.

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