ニュース 今後3年間、利益の一部を慈善団体に寄付するモニュメントバレー3

今後3年間、利益の一部を慈善団体に寄付するモニュメントバレー3

著者 : Nathan アップデート : Apr 10,2025

USTWOの絶賛された一連の物語のパズラーの最新作であるモニュメントバレー3は、称賛に値するイニシアチブを発表しました。今後3年間でその利益の3%を慈善の原因に捧げることです。具体的には、この資金は、国際赤十字連盟&レッドクレセント協会(IFRC)と災害対応緊急基金を支援します。この動きは、最初のB-CORPゲームスタジオとしてのUSTWOのステータスと一致しています。これは、並外れた社会的および環境的パフォーマンスへのコミットメントを強調する指定です。

Netflix GamesのMonument Valley 3の広範なリーチを考えると、このイニシアチブは大きな影響を与える可能性があります。これがUSTWOの慈善活動への最初の進出ではないことは注目に値します。アルバ:ワイルドライフアドベンチャーのような以前のタイトルは、環境と社会のテーマも強調しています。さらに、USTWOは、Desta:The Memories of The Memoriesの発売中に、さまざまな英国に拠点を置く若者慈善団体と提携しています。

モニュメントバレー3は、私たちからの輝く5つ星のレビューを含む、広範な称賛を受けています。このゲームは、手数料を請求したり、アプリ内購入を提供したりしないNetflixゲームで利用できますが、慈善寄付はUSTWOから直接提供されます。この高貴なジェスチャーは、IFRCおよび他の組織への寄付を求めるUSTWOの努力とともに、間違いなくこれらのグループに重要なサポートを提供します。

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Two Embers – Part 1 By [Your Name] The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name. She awoke beneath a sky split in two. One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse. She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes. Only the ember. And the dream. “When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.” She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars. “You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse. But the reflection smiled. And spoke. “I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.” She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion. Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her: A war not of swords, but of light. Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child. She gasped. And the ember screamed. From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence. She turned to flee—then stopped. Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose. Not silver. Not gold. Blue. And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm. “Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.” She stepped back. “Who are you?” He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly. “I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.” The ground trembled. The sky split again. And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his. “The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.” To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns" 読む