ニュース Warhorse StudiosはKingdom Come:Deliverance 2 Community Giveawayを立ち上げます

Warhorse StudiosはKingdom Come:Deliverance 2 Community Giveawayを立ち上げます

著者 : Zoe アップデート : Mar 31,2025

Redditの心温まるイニシアチブは、「ゲームを買う余裕がありませんか?Let Me Help」というタイトルで、ゲーム愛好家の間で寛大さの波に火をつけました。ユーザーVerdantsFによって発売されたこのキャンペーンは、厳しい時期にかつて受け取った優しさに触発されました。当初、VerdantsFはKingdom Comeの5つのコピーを贈りました。合計で、彼らは約600ドル相当のゲームを配布しました。

Kingdome Come Derverance 2画像:Fextralife.com

このムーブメントはすぐに勢いを増し、ゲームを自分で購入できない人のためにコピーを購入するように約30人の個人を刺激しました。サポートの注ぎを認識して、Warhorse Studiosは介入し、KCD2のコレクターズエディションをVerdantsfに贈与し、さらなるプレゼントのために在庫を補充しました。

Warhorseから5つの追加コピーを受け取った後、3番目のバッチが送信されました。 「開発者はすごい。コレクターズエディションをありがとう!」 VerdantsFは感謝を表明し、このような前向きなコミュニティを育てるためにSubredditモデレーターを称賛しました。

このイニシアチブを振り返って、VerdantsFは、「非常に多くのコミュニティメンバーが挑戦的な時代にお互いをサポートするために集まっているのを見るのは信じられないほどです。他の人のためにKCD2を購入した30人に感謝します。チームワークは夢を機能させます!」

各参加者が他の誰かのために1つのコピーを購入したと仮定すると、2,000ドル以上が王国の購入と贈与に集合的に費やされたと推定されています。

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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