Tegra-Based Android Devices To Get Space MMO Vendetta Online

Incarnate-VO writes "Guild Software, makers of the multi-platform space MMO Vendetta Online, is apparently rolling a native Android port, intended for use on upcoming smartbooks and tablets powered by Nvidia's second-generation Tegra. More information on the port at the Android FAQ page on the Vendetta Online website."

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Cell data

[Darkness404]

There are two major problems with this, one is the latency issue, according to their FAQ it is supposed to be playable on a modem but it still can't be good for an MMO to have terrible latency. And the second one is data plans on carriers, already AT&T has crapified their data plan to cap it at an artificially low number, could Verizon, T-mobile and Sprint be next? And with an artificial, needless, bandwidth cap, more and more people are not going to be wanting to use their cell network to be playing an MMO.

Re:Cell data

[h4rr4r]

MMOs do not need that much data, and yes really dialup speeds do work. Did you never play everquest?

Kids these days.

Re:Cell data

[Anonymous Coward]

Vendetta isn't a normal dumb-client MMO. It's a twitch-based first-person space shooter. Think Freelancer, but in larger scale. Well, not much larger, as for 3 years it rarely reached above 100 players online at any one time.

In other words, to play acceptably (as in, dueling with other players) is going to take nearly the same amount of bandwidth as any modern FPS will.

When I was playing Vendetta two years ago, I remember having interference at one point on my wireless signal, and it made the game literally unplayable (for fighting, not mining). I could still win via dumb-rocket spam, I just could no longer hit anything with the accuracy-required energy weapons. It was very frustrating, as before that, I was winning 9/10 duels, and after, 0/10.

Re:Cell data

[MichaelSmith]

you're missing the difference between bandwidth and latency....

If the MMO is on a phone the user will no doubt be driving or operating on people while they play so the latency in the link may not be such an issue.

Re:Cell data

[longfalcon]

gives new meaning to "AFK kill"

Re:Cell data

[TheKidWho]

I don't believe it, Vendetta is a twitch game, it most definitely requires low latency.

Re:Cell data

[J.J. Dane]

Not at present, they seem to be concentrating on android based smartbooks initially

http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/1/23416?page=1 has some good info..

Re:Cell data

[Anachragnome]

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Running through the backwoods of Britannia was a hobby of Conrad's. Some assumed he was looking for dilapidated, old houses--an archaeologist of opportunistic bent. This was not so.

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Re:Can we have a shipping platform?

[anexkahn]

I totally feel the same way. I keep seeing all these awesome things at all these trade shows, and no one will sell them...It's like, look what we can do, but you can't have it!!!!