And now there is a post called "Pokeballs" in the completed suggestions forum.

This could have been something special. Instead it's just a duality of shit pandering to nostalgia and fads.

I updated the last option. Apologies.

I've been encouraging the community not to limit themselves based on nostalgia. Why duplicate a 20 year old game? As I've reflected, I've realized that internally I've been polarizing the issue. There are shades of gray. Just because you build a fountain pen and process your own parchment doesn't me...

If you want the history of how/why this all began maybe you should read the "Chris make a clone" thread on RoK's website. That should answer your question a little bit if the topic title doesn't. I don't care how it began. I only care how it ends. What do you want? A clone? Or something d...

I'm all for customization (I.E. moving the minimap to the top of the stats for example, and closing the bar). but I think it doesn't need to get overly complicated. I don't really like those systems where you can move all windows all over the place, it bothers me for some reason, hence why I like t...

Sincerely, what is the goal of this project? I've been trying to inspire the creation of something new but it seems most here just want a simple clone or knockoff. I can't find any topics that are actually about Ember. What is Ember? Does the name have meaning? Is it simply a nod to the glowing coal...

The thing about the room buttons, is you only need to access them in very specific rooms and very specific times. There is no point in taking up space in the interface for an interaction that happens rarely. What I'd suggest is just expanding that panel and collapsing others when you enter the room...

I am in tune more than many to the rumors of the old world. They fascinate me almost as much as this new world and its potential. It was told that before the catastrophe, great cities would appear overnight. Most don't believe it, but it doesn't matter. It's not how this world works. Every brick, ev...

The ashes of greatness and mediocrity are indistinguishable. Gray. Fragile. Fleeting. They turn to dust beneath my feet. As I walk this barren land, I ponder how we got here. Since no living thing survived the catastrophe, nobody really knows. But there are whispers, dreams, echoes. Deep in the wood...