Dad Climbing Simulator

A race game where you try to create a tower faster than your opponents in order to push them off the screen. Items can be thrown at each other's towers in order to make them fall.
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MS Windows
Tools and Technologies: 
Unity (any product)
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Download project at github repository. commit ID:  540535eb1482526c585f9bb1f8b64d61fad762e8


Game Engine Programmer: Jay Hutter, Chris Worden

Gameplay Programmers: Chris Worden, Ramy Abousaif

Game Designer: Ben Williams, Jay Hutter

Sound Designer: Ben Williams

Menu Mule: Joshua "Crash Spasticoot" Beard

Game Corrupter: Ben Williams, Ramy Abousaif, Joshua Beard, Jay hutter, Chris Worden

Animator: Ramy Abousaif

And Dan "Greasey" Gracey... Continuous Smashing lead to negligence, At least he didn't corrupt the Github repo.

Concerned Citizen: Lloyd "Our Lloyd and Saviour" Savickas

Sponsored By Raid-Shadow Legends (TM) 

** Screen Fades to Black**

Bethesda Studios Presents The Elder Scrolls V Skyrim

Ralof: Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border,
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there.

Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was
nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen
that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me -- we
should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.

Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!

[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]

Lokir: And what's wrong with him?

Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High

Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if
they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?

Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.

Lokir: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.

Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?

Lokir: Why do you care?

Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts should be of home.

Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead.

[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]

Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!

General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with.

Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.

Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like
the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do
with this.

This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod
is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I
was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.

[A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.]

Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?

Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.

Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Torolf: Inside the house. Now.

I'm Morgan Freeman... Thankyou... For Listening.

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