Players showed different responses to the TERA in Korea and Japan

  The super MMORPG game-TERA which developed by the South Korea Bluehole company and operated by the Hangame under the NHN group, show different in Korea and Japan.

   As the same game,but the two countries in South Korea and Japan market presents different state. Japanese markets, the game has succeeded beyond expectation, and even after the commercial open, still in the upward trend; But the market in South Korea, the game take less and less market, the serve also become less and less, number of players also has the same fate.

   According to the relevant industry, the TERA in South Korea domestic server online players' number so far maintain only about the 40000 people, the current wander is 8 to 11 in the South Korea game list!

   But in the Japanese market, the game from the open beta test to been commercialized, stable keep at the highest number of 50000 online, and the number is even currently small increase.
   Because of the difference of the online game market scale, in fact,  the Japanese market 50000 players online at the same time is is equivalent to the top 200000 players highest online at the same time in the Korea market. Although Bluehole and NHN don't have any comment of the number, but with the silence attitude, we can see that the serve in Japan is much hot than in Korea.
   The TERA as a big article which spend about 40 billion, with about 160000 to the top of the open beta test online players, make it possible to competite with the South Korea leaders of the eternal online tower for two months, but the game after commercial operate for one month, as the content, the plugin, professional balance not perfect well, the game in the market has a big decrease, now can only competite with the heaven 2" and "world of warcraft" .

  Instead, is worth to pay close attention to Japanese market, the number of players in the game after the growth of commercial growth more quickly and need the Tera gold  even let the Hangame ZhengXu of representative on the exclamation, Japanese online market with Korea online market is really not the same!

Crack has official signing in Korea

Developed by Trion and directly named challenge to World of Warcraft, the European 3D  MMORPG "cracks: Te Lana domain of God" gain another victory overseas markets. Today the Korea CJ E & M Corporation Announce that they get the agent and to be the first Asian exporter of crack.

 Crack has developed for more than five years and dropped a total of $ 50 million, before the formal operation of the test has attracted over 1 million players to join, as to show the level of the concern in North America.
  Fissures's view of the world is describe the two forces' conflict, the world produces collapse and to form a number of crack, to maintain order and fight with destiny, players need to choose one side to join, and enjoy a rich and varied content of the epic feeling of accomplishment in a changing world under Te Lana ,  "Crack" is currently providing a total warrior, mage, priest and four major professional thieves, with the role of growth can be "soul points" for players on the free allocation to property, as their ideal role; to complete the task and by epic events, to keep on improving the value of the role of hero.
  Moreover, as the title game, the game system which get the the most attention is the dynamic events caused by the cracks, when cracks open, Te Lana world's surface, biology and surrounding environment will instantly change and bringing a strange and unpredictable world of different disasters. As far as we known, The cracks has land, water, fire, wind, death and  life. in addition to allowing the player to experience different styles of time and space, also plays a key plot development.

  News agency released at the same time, CJ E & M companies are optimistic about the cracks will be a huge success in Korea, the current service schedule and related operational plans have entered the preparatory stage. Cracks has operated in Europe and America market and exported to Russia, Korea and other regions.

  WOWhead Trion cooperation with the parent company of ZAM, a "fracture: Te Lana domain of God" and WOW like to create a similar database, which now formally launched.

Although this system was put into use just on the line, but it already contains a crack all the professional capacity of the current data, props list, story and mission, players can learn more about the web browser of the props and detailed numerical properties, the database values ??than the game in a more comprehensive and accurate. On different levels of professional skills and numerical simulation of the growth can also be carried out in this database.

Currently the database for data integration, more functionality is also relatively weak, ZAM said they will continue to be improved, and allow players to feel satisfied.

The test

“I'v decided to take the test, wish me with good luck." A A message popped out on the screen when I logged in my MSN.
 
 For a moment, I stared at the screen and got lost in those words.

 Finally, I replied: “ Don’t worry about it. It is a right decision for you! And good luck will with you !” I must have said words like that a thousand times in the last few days. Now these words I wrote, though sincere enough, had the look of pale emptiness. But I don't know who can I say or do that will let Ken feel better. There was a long silence followed, and then Jia logged off.

 Ken is an old friend of mine, but we have kind of drifted apart over these days. She had been trying hard to conceive and had a real hard time about it. In the past three years, she almost tried everything and every method but not succeed! Someting had happened, My pregnancy somehow built up an invisible wall between us. I have tried carefully not to talk too much about my baby and my feelings in order not to ahrm her. But it’s difficult to walk the fine line between reminding her of her problems, and neglecting her by not sharing her with my joys.

 Last month, when she told me that she got pregnant, this good news really made happy and wish for her. We went on and on about how excited to be a mother over the phone with no slightest portent about the dramatic turn of the event that was about to occur.
  But about a week ago, a suddenly bad news came and ruined everything: the result of Ken's torch test was negative and some virus that she carried might be passed to her unborn baby, and to the worse, there is a chance that it might cause the grave deformity.

 The doctor suggested Ken should take a high-risk test, which might cause miscarriage, but the tset need to take to confirm if the baby is OK.

  This shock nearly deprived me of speech. What a nightmare! I wanted to comfort Ken by assuring her that nothing need to be afraid of, but it is everything we are afraid of. We both knew what it would mean to a mother-to-be.

 Why those bad things happened to Ken? not others. A faint cold hand touched my heart. There came a flutter thought: “ Is this a kind of punishment?” At this moment, I knew it was so cruel to think about something like that.  But I couldn’t shake it off and don't know what should I do. Before this pregnancy, Jia gave up three babies because of abortion. When we were young, so ruthless and careless, raising a child seemed to be the last thing we need to do. We had to mortgage to pay, we were still at the beginning of our career, and our marriage has not stabled yet… . In short, we were not ready to have a baby! There are still many things we need to do, there are still many placese we have not gone and we still not want to be so tired at this yong age. I still clearly remembered that the third time Ken decided to take an abortion, some tried to persuade her to change her mind. “It’s too dangerous. You might never be able to have a child again.” said they. “That’s OK with me. I am not suit to be a mother and I never want to have a child with me.” That's Ken's reply. The color ebbed out of her cheeks, but her emotion looks was determined. Several years later, my ears still ringed with her words, however, everything has changed.
 
  I remembered with guilty that at that time I was the one who stood on her beside. At that time, I did not want a child too and think with a child it would be very boring. I never had a way with kids and I had always been felt very uncomfortable around with the small child. After graduating from teh Normal University, I was a teacher in a primary school and teach the first grade, which I quit two month later. During the two month, I saw many spoiled childrem and found it was very hard to deal with them. I swore to myself that I would never have a child of mine. During the first years after I married, my husband didn’t want a child too. But he was totally against abortion, so I was extremely careful.

 I guess I was lucky---I never had an unwanted pregnancy. Sometimes I can’t help but wondering, what would happen if I were not so lucky? Would I just like Ken to give up the God’s gift, then spend the rest of life with regret about it? Now looking at my son’s face, I realize there are so many things I should be thankful.

Everything please be all right!

What can we do with the war?

I am speaking not as a Briten, not as a European, not as a member of a western democracy, but as a human being, a member of the species human, whose continued existence of is in doubt. The world is full of conflicts: Jews and Arabs; Indians and Pakistanis,different countries; White men and Negroes in the world; and, overshadowing all minor conflicts, the titanic struggle between communism and anticommunism.
    Almost everybody who is politically conscious about the strong feelings about one or more of these issues; but I want you, if you can, to set aside such feelings for the moment and consider yourself as only a member of a biological species which has had a remarkable history and whose disappearance none of us can desire. I shall try to say no single word which should appeal to one group rather than to another. All, equally, are in peril, and if the peril is understood, there is hope that they may collectively avert it. I think We need to learn to think in a different way. We have to learn to ask ourselves not what steps can be taken to give military victory to whatever group we prefer, for there no longer are such steps. The question we have to ask ourselves is: What steps can be taken to prevent a military conflict of which the issues will be a big disastrous to all sides?
    The general public, and even many men in position of authority, have not realized what would be involved in a war with hydrogen bombs. The general public still thinks in terms of the obliteration of cities. It is understood that the new bombs are more powerful than the old and that, while one atomic bomb could obliterate Hiroshima, one hydrogen bomb could obliterate the largest cities such as Beijing, Pair, Moscow and so on. No one would doubt that in a hydrogen-bomb war great cities would be obliterated. But this is one of the minor disasters that would have to be faced. If everybody in London, New York, and Moscow were exterminated, the world might, in the course of a few centuries, recover from the blow. But we now know, especially since the Bikini test, that hydrogen bombs can gradually spread destruction over a much wider area than had been supposed. It is stated on very good authority that a bomb can now be manufactured which will be 25, 000 times as powerful as that which destroyed Hiroshima. Such a bomb, if exploded near the ground or under water, sends radioactive particles into the upper air. They sink gradually and reach the surface of the earth in the form of a deadly dust or rain. It was this dust which infected the Japanese fishermen and their catch of fish although they were outside what American experts believed to be the danger zone. No one knows how widely such lethal radioactive particles might be diffused, but the best authorities are unanimous in saying that the war with hydrogen bombs is quite likely to put an end to the human race. It is feared that if many hydrogen bombs are used in a war there will be universal death – sudden only for a fortunate minority, but for the majority a slow torture of disease and disintegration.
    Here, then, is the problem which I present to you, stark and dreadful and inescapable: Shall we put an end to the human race; or shall mankind renounce war? People will not face this alternative because it is so difficult to abolish war. They need to use war to settle problems. The abolition of war will demand distasteful limitations of national sovereignty. But what perhaps impedes understanding of the situation more than anything else is that the term “mankind” feels vague and abstract. People scarcely realize in imagination that the danger to themselves and their children and even to their grandchildren, and not only to a dimly apprehended humanity. And so they hope that perhaps war may be allowed to continue provided modern weapons are prohibited. I am afraid this hope is illusory. Whatever agreements not to use hydrogen bombs had to be reached in time of peace, they would no longer be considered binding in time of war, and both sides would set to work to manufacture hydrogen bombs as soon as war broke out, for if one side manufactured the bombs and the other did not, the side that manufactured them would inevitable be victorious…
    As geological time is reckoned, Man has so far existed only for a very short period --- one million years at the most. What he has achieved, especially during the last 6,000 years, is something utterly new in the history of the Cosmos, so far at least as we are acquainted with it. For countless ages the sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, the stars shone in the night, but it was only with the coming of Man that these things were understood. In the great world of astronomy and in the little world of the atom, Man has unveiled secrets which might have been thought undiscoverable. In art and literature and religion, some men have shown a sublimity of feeling which makes the species worth preserving. Is all this to end in trivial horror because so few are able to think of Man rather than of this or that group of men? Is our race so destitute of wisdom, so incapable of impartial love, so blind even to the simplest dictates of self-preservation that the last proof of its silly cleverness is to be the extermination of all life on our planet? – for it will be not only men who will perish, but also the animals, whom no one can accuse of communism or anticommunism.
    I cannot believe that this is to be the end. I would have all men forget the ir quarrels for a moment and reflect that, if they will allow themselves to survive, there is every reason to expect the triumphs in the future to exceed immeasurably the triumphs of the past. There lies before us, if we choose continual progress in happiness, knowledge, and wisdom. Shall we, instead, choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? I appeal, as a human being to human beings: remember your humanity, and forget the rest. If you can do so, the way lies open to a new Paradise; if you cannot, nothing lies before you but universal death.

There is a travel, called silent

Recently, many things suddenly stacked together, the whole feeling tired, tired to numbness. If the whole body numb okay, but the worst part of it is numb. If you are numb all the time, also good, but actually like the TV network step by step, the intermediate race against time to insert advertising. The most sad is that advertising is their insertion can not seem to delete. This feeling of happiness or frustration?
Someone once said: want to travel away from home to achieve the aspirations of youth.For me, sometimes the desire for travel is to experience voice of the soul, full steam ahead like a quiet cry. Recently, in particular, to a person in a strange place, walk, you can enjoy a daze, give yourself a sufficient space and time, do not do anything, do not need to take anything.
(A)
Always loved the feeling of the road. Chance of a lens, a mind transaction, can be a beautiful success. Thinking about a long walk to the place of the mind, only some of flying through a dream, really beautiful, beautiful. Outside the mobile landscape, the mind is the flow of the landscape, there should be and the, sometimes with separation, but a fantasy one, they drop a little sense, it is a spiritual immersion, immersion quiet and ecstasy .
The road is silent, but never feel bored all the time and space is full, leaving his own. Like standing on a corner, watching the ancient building, the next tick in the rain, played through the history of the charm. Like watching the sunset sky, long, long time, and felt a splendid vagaries of the atmosphere, and some Zen. Emotion and looked like a desolate stretch of the trees, reading its story, its ups and downs, a distant, a longing, to the distant winding of the extension of extension. . .
This is a trip, a trip away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. This is a spiritual immersion, a self-close look. In the journey through thoughts and feelings, is a nature of the publicity and release.
(B)
One day, somewhere one kind of fate began to travel, soul trembled, but do not know for what? Full of dough and the feeling of moisture beating heart, so much of a life color, but also an extra music.
Bubbling flow of springs silence, from life itself for many years the understanding of deposition, but also from the heart are not sure of the destination. In jis journey, do not want to leave does not mean that will not leave. Want to say this, but based in the heart.Stubborn silence, a voice, mind can not resolve the songs. Self-silence, is a color, the color of the mind can not be washed.
Sometimes feel the sky is pale, the earth is lonely, rain is desolate, fallen leaves are misty.Exposure to one person, feelings of regret and grievances. Always believe that silence is a kind of love, a watch. But also acknowledged that silence is more of a frustration, an escape, a moderate, and moderate in a self-stubborn. Only a deep sigh immersed in a dream, tells a truth: moderate never be perfect, and some just too much hypocrisy, or too many defects.
Once thought that travel only a spiritual enjoyment, came after many, just understand, come to care about travel, I feel nothing in respect of only one kind, a distinct feeling empty, but not touch, bringing biting ice cold.
Some people say: Wei mountain silence is a moth, clear water is a silent spirit. When you love something, you will understand that silence is an appreciation of the extreme, language and feeling weak compared to how the language is a constraint, can not describe long-distance travel in Xinyu.
So, let mind quiet, still dreams at midnight when the heart is tender. So, let your heart filled with blessings, drift into a lingering and warm air in the endless love of years, can still believe in themselves.

Fragrance of the Road

Always in the bloom season of Sophora japonica fragrant touch to dim. Faint fragrance deeply touch the heart of God touch the nose touch, even if it is not fragrant home specialty, but also be my memorable childhood laughter and tears, the ups and downs and the crystallization of China. Childhood always like playing in a playmate in a bamboo forest will naturally Cantabile like season play. Playing in the shady bits and pieces of bamboo, the play book to stay in the grass covered with Yin Yin stone paths, and playing in a stream of golden flies the years. The way to the playmate house is completed in the shady trees, but it seems never to go finish.
At that time only a few small home through the dirt. Herbs on the road without shore of long dead, even if the two deep ruts on the hasty step or a shallow pit is also stubborn a "jack."Until now I still busy walking on that dirt road, also very glad there is no construction of new rural back, because I walked this road for fifteen years, half of the thirties, memories flowing. But have not heard from the leaves floated on the birds, and smell the faint scent.There are only faint whistle told me not wishful thinking. For ah, the total not to let it back?And I can only let my memory back, retreated to touch the memory of the abyss.
Sophora japonica, after all, a specialty of the Central Plains. The hometown specialties specialty is non-terraced fields on the expanse of the river bank Tada rape. After all, gold is also fertile ground storage hidden golden rape. Stored in the memory to the distant relatives, I always microwave rape Ao sail the sea, crossing the Golden time in Hong rape quietly flowing. In the Butterfly and Bee back in the golden position, feel that way have to go back fifteen years, crooked.
Grandmother's front door is a gravel road, now is a gravel road. She said that every stone rustle excited whenever they hear the voice of touch, I know I must have come - the time-tested method. But one day she did not find me coming. I startled her, then she wood, and a long wood. Her pupils are in the world become blurred. She said she did not hear that again and again, she knew she was older, I know - she can no longer take pride in the past.No longer. Grandmother's life dull, full of wonders, there is no big thing, no matter what, such as mustard. Like many rural people, students old and sick, weddings and marriage, like a one in a little mustard is micro wind blowing dust into the quiet water, no ripples, no trace. Eighty-five summer and winter can teach people to forget everything.
Memory of the late autumn road sleep with thick leaves, and numerous early winter northwest wind was like playing a local anesthetic like shivering, just like hundreds of thousands of butterflies Butterfly Spring mouth spray in the air swirling. But I still believe this is only the Korean romantic drama in the unit can occur in the scene.
Mr. Lu said: There is no way in this, people walk more they will become a road. Humans are changing the road are changing: from narrow to wide and short length, from mud to hard. Also from tangible to intangible. Different people, different achievements will be the road of life, different life trajectory. Just on the road, on the fragrance of the road, there are too many stories we vibrate, so that we fright.
Is the foot of a road, do not know the surrounding wilderness has experienced a number of mulberry, has no way of knowing how many filmed here Jingtao cliff. Fear of the number of wild waves. Years of teaching people to know how heavy the weight of it, the word in the rough for a long time. Xu ups out here, see the note in the annals of ancient China's familiar name. (Roof side of the county Yap has still proud of him.) Looked far ahead in the end should be. But centuries of sun, moon and sprinkling so filled with the story here.
Xia public if the joys and sorrows of today in this way he has re-take the rivers and mountains, is doomed to a life way different day. The old man told me, where the road is fairly good. Yes, this tireless road between heaven and earth to shop in the broad-minded, laid on the plains, laying in dwarf ICo. Some are barely leaning on the edge of a cliff, hanging on in the sluggish river. This is not some way, is leaning on the field of public Xia Jing, stick with the risk taken to the vine. Not insisted on leaving the cliffs, and there are thoughts which look at the scenery, only thinking about their own micro-life, three feet three inches up. I have long been established as early as the stone from the school read out the collection on the face of the bit in his pride, a few Chuxiong heart. He is to go their own ambitions, he wants to success is immortal classic, timeless legend. So, he went on the road. Use, such as rafters, such as peaks and exotic thin sketch of south China's long and arduous journey. Even if the line is so forceful, but not an ink empty, no one at the United States is little effect of the drug.
Walking alone. Wide expanse of land. Clear Jade glass days. Clean the Milky Way. The entire universe seems to have disappeared completely, altogether. A vague time. Pale.History seems to back the historical starting point, or into the end of history. But Xu is still walking, always walk the walk with impunity. Elusive and out of the descendants of altitude, out of the majestic history of the Compassionate large Toru - a navigable road in South China's day - a stalwart of life.

Penetrate the soul of music

I would never lay it across the soul of music, deep-seated quietly listening to the melody.

No one from the concert have been so memorable, not a concert ripped through your bladder, it will make you hurt to the bone, it makes you love to not give up, this is the charm of regret, a people they can not bear to listen to listen to music.

Looking back on all of the music, just my memory of the hourglass, as time goes on, have been light out in my mind, only it stamped in my heart remain.

Slowly, accustomed to its rhythm, used to read it in the dead of night, to resolve its internal, but also used the time to listen to it in the frustrated sad talk. Gradually, it became my writing in the shadow.

You listen to that low and the female voice, sounded in grief in the music of strings, as if the dark night alone in a helpless ghost wandering the wilderness in the mountains, either cold rain hit in the face, all the pain are out of the hole in the music.

Sad music spoke the voice of frustration, the wound the soul in baptism, when the cries of regret sigh followed. It will not let you relax, will not let you pleasure, it can give, but sad when you make you more lonely lonely.

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Sad does not mean lonely in this music, love seems so far away, but seems to be at your fingertips. Always set off in the hazy mood sultry mist.

Sad music stopped ringing, ringing stopped, kept repeating, at the moment, you hear the music in it?