Дом Новости Кошки захватывают эру Сенгоку в 12 -й Аннива. Кампания

Кошки захватывают эру Сенгоку в 12 -й Аннива. Кампания

Автор : Sadie Обновлять : Feb 20,2025

Дико популярная мобильная игра Ponos, Battle Cats, празднует свое 12 -летие! Эта причудливая игра для защиты башни, в которой участвуют актерский состав странных и привлекательных кошачьих воинов (от ниндзя кошек до метко названного «Gross Cat»), пережила высококонкурентный рынок мобильных игр. Чтобы отметить эту веху, Ponos запустил новую рекламную кампанию, тематическую шедевр эпохи Сенгоку, смешивая искусство, историю и фирменный юмор игры.

Новые рекламные ролики, разработанные в партнерстве с R/GA, погружают зрителей в период Сенгоку, демонстрируя тактический игровой процесс наряду с культовыми банками для кошек. Кампания под названием «Путь кошки» направлена ​​на то, чтобы осветить стратегическую глубину боевых кошек, привлекая новых игроков.

cinematic shot of a samurai yelling the cat food cans have been released«Празднование 12 лет боевых кошек, мы очень рады подорвать ожидания и подчеркнуть стратегический игровой процесс игры», - говорится в COO Ponos и управляющем директоре Seiichiro Sano. «Наше сотрудничество с R/Ga чтит наше наследие, предлагая новый взгляд на тактическое волнение».

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