ニュース 公式:Dungeonborneは閉鎖する準備をしています

公式:Dungeonborneは閉鎖する準備をしています

著者 : Stella アップデート : Apr 12,2025

公式:Dungeonborneは閉鎖する準備をしています

Pvpve Action Game Dungeonborneの背後にある開発者は、絶賛されている暗くて暗い人からインスピレーションを得ており、サポートの停止とそのサーバーの差し迫った閉鎖を公式に発表しました。大いに期待して立ち上げられたこのゲームは、残念ながらプレイヤーのエンゲージメントを維持するのに苦労し、最終的には1年も経たないうちに時期尚早の終了をもたらしました。この決定の主な理由は、プレイヤーベースの減少と、コミュニティを投資し続けるための実質的な更新がないことです。

DungeonborneのページはSteamで表示されていますが、プラットフォームの検索機能から削除されており、直接リンクからのみアクセスできます。公式声明はシャットダウンの理由を特定していませんでしたが、アクティブなプレーヤーの数が非常に少ないことは明らかに重要な要因です。 2024年後半から、ゲームの同時プレイヤー数はわずか200人でホバリングし、最後の数日でこの数は10〜15人のプレイヤーに急落しました。

Dungeonborneのサーバーは、5月28日に永久に閉鎖される予定であり、ゲームの旅の決定的な結論をマークします。この閉鎖は、最初にそのジャンル内のファンの注目を集めたが、最終的にその約束を果たし、実行可能なコミュニティを維持することに失敗したプロジェクトの終わりを意味します。

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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