Unlike console games and arcade games.
The biggest problem with web-based games is that the hardware and network conditions of the players they play for are completely unpredictable.
The developers were completely in the dark when they started developing the product.
Thus, the goals of optimization diverged from those of the developers during the golden age.
A player might be using a top-of-the-line CPU like the i486, or they might be using a piece of junk from several years ago.
Instead of focusing on extreme optimizations for different hardware, it would be better to concentrate on... download time.
For web-based games, performance and sheer size are not the most important factors.
Rather, it's about whether players can start playing immediately and be captivated at first glance.
If you can do these two things, you've already succeeded halfway.
As for auxiliary technologies such as lazy loading, tweening animation, and code compression and obfuscation, they are simply icing on the cake.
Ultimately, the core technical challenges have been resolved.
After that, it's a development process that even a complete novice can quickly get started with. In essence, Papa's Pizzeria is indeed not a very large project.
Construction began in early July, and everything was completed within a month.
August, noon.
"Jingle"
Pauly pushed open the shop door and walked out with a cup of coffee in his hand.
He's been drinking here for years.
The West Coast is not like the East Coast; it doesn't have Little Italy neighborhoods like those in New York or Chicago.
If you want to taste the authentic flavors of home, these Italy - United States naturally have their own favorite shops.
"Hey, Pauly, you gave me five dollars too much."
The store manager's voice came from behind the bar.
That familiar Naples flavor overshadowed the noise of the coffee machine. "Hey, hey, keep it, it's your tip."
Pauly didn't even turn his head; they'd been saying the same thing for years.
"Grazie, I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow."
"Come on, buddy, finding an Italy restaurant in this godforsaken place isn't easy."
He waved his hand, letting the shop door close again.
"Sniff"
Pauly's nose twitched a few times.
A unique fragrance permeated the streets.
He'd been drinking coffee here for so many years, and this was the first time he'd ever smelled it.
I don't know who added a new menu item, or where a new store opened.
Besides smelling good, the scent also has a hint of... familiarity.
"Eh? Margarita?" Pauly took a sip of coffee, then sniffed it carefully again.
Have United States changed their ways?
He hadn't smelled this scent for many years.
United States has never lacked pizza.
Whether in the East or the West, there's no shortage of all sorts of fancy pizzas.
You can find a chain pizza shop just a few steps away.
But they were making "American-style pizza".
The thick flatbread, seemingly designed to satisfy hunger, is overflowing with filling, and the cheese is piled high enough to completely cover the flatbread.
It's filled with that uniquely United States green-skinned vibe, and its main message is that bigger is better, and more is better.
Pauly isn't a particularly conservative guy.
Occasionally, he would indeed buy one of these pancakes to take home and eat.
At least her daughter really enjoys that kind of American pizza. It's got lots of cheese, it's fragrant, and it's very filling—isn't it a modified pizza that's better suited to the United States market?
But this isn't the flavor Pauly wanted.
In his memory, his father always emphasized that Naples pizza was the best pizza.
Pizza making is not about adding, but about subtracting.
High-quality ingredients and perfect proportions—that's what makes a real pizza.
To be honest, Paul, Pauly immigrated to the United States with his father when he was young, doesn't really remember what Naples pizza tastes like.
But perhaps that part of the memory, hidden deep within the mind, is still there.
The moment he smelled that aroma, his subconscious was screaming to him that it was Naples pizza, it was Margherita pizza.
Red tomatoes, white mozzarella cheese, and a few green basil leaves.
The three colors correspond perfectly to the colors of the Italy flag and are considered representative of Italy food culture.
Pauly looked in the direction of the smell and the Papa John's sign came into view.
He reached out and knocked on the glass curtain wall behind him.
" Luigi, a new pizzeria opened on the corner."
"Hey, Papa John's's, the United States's shop."
"Okay, it tastes pretty good. I think I'll give it a try."
The store isn't particularly large; it's about the size of a standard fast-food restaurant.
Drive-through and parking are both available.
It's located on a street corner, right on the edge of this plaza.
Logically speaking, this area is located on the outskirts of the square, so the flow of people shouldn't be particularly excessive.
But the situation here was beyond Pauly's expectations.
There's a queue!
There was still a long queue. The line snaked its way from the ordering area all the way out to the parking lot.
As a fast-food restaurant, this scene looks very wrong.
Staff members were constantly running around the location marked "[Internet Cafe Delivery Window]".
Carrying a stack of pizza boxes, I hurried back and forth between an arcade across the street.
"Eh..."
Pauly finished his coffee in one gulp, tossed the cup into the trash can, and then strolled into the queue.
There were many people, but surprisingly the queue didn't move particularly slowly.
The reason it's so crowded is entirely due to the sheer volume of people.
Just over ten minutes later, he successfully entered the store.
A lively and bustling scene!
Here's your " Papa's Pizza " and "Daddy's Co-branded Toy"—enjoy your meal!
"Whoosh!" Before the parents could even pick up the pizza box, the child, quick as a flash, grabbed the oddly proportioned cartoon toy and ran off cheering.
His parents, on the other hand, followed behind helplessly, carrying pizza boxes.
This scene repeats itself every ten seconds on average.
The shop assistants at the front desk seemed to have gotten used to this scene, adopting an indifferent attitude.
"A large cheese pizza, extra cheese, and... a Papa's Pizza!"
The young man in line excitedly ordered from the shop assistant.
The words he spoke made Pauly unconsciously twitch the corner of his mouth.
A typical fast-food pizza.
He had thought there would be something different here.
But the rich aroma filling the air proved that this shop really did seem to have the ability to make beautiful pizzas.
Pauly waited until it was his turn.
"What would you like to order, sir?" "Margarita."
"Uh, sorry?"
"Eh? I want a Margherita pizza."
"Okay..."
The shop assistant was clearly not an experienced salesperson and was momentarily confused by his request.
Although the margarita was invented quite early, it didn't really become popular in the United States fast food industry until the year 2000.
At this time of year, typical pizzas include cheese pizza, tomato pizza, and sausage pizza.
Although customers can also customize according to their own needs.
But ultimately they're all pretty much the same; it's just a matter of adding more cheese or sprinkling on more sausage slices.
Could you tell me how "Margarita" is made?
Pauly sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"Thin crust, spread tomato sauce evenly, then sprinkle with shredded mozzarella cheese, top with sliced cherry tomatoes and basil leaves." "Okay... okay... oh, sir, I think you'd like the Gamenova x Papa's Pizza?"
The shop assistant patiently wrote down his request on the order card.
Looking at the things on it, she suddenly realized what was going on.
Isn't this the collaboration pizza from this event?
"Eh? I think so."
"Okay, sir. Dine-in or takeout? It's quite crowded today, so if you're dining in, it might take a little longer..."
"Takeout is fine."
Pauly waved his hand.
My daughter Connie happens to be home today.
We should let her try what Italy pizza is like.
Unlike herself, Connie is a genuine second-generation immigrant who has been almost completely United States.
For her, cheese pizza is the quintessential pizza. Although Pauly has lived here for many years, she still retains a certain Italy pride deep down.
His pizza was packed in a box in just a few minutes.
It seems the restaurant really stocked up on " Papa's Pizza," because Pauly's order was actually processed faster than the one before him.
"Sir, how many pieces would you like?"
"Eight yuan is enough."
"Yes, sir..."
The other person skillfully rolled the pizza cutter a few times, and the entire pizza was divided into 8 pieces.
"This is your meal, and there's a complimentary gift."
"Toy?"
"Yes, sir, it's a collaboration toy with Gamenova. Every customer who buys Papa's Pizza will receive one for free."
"Um..."
Pauly glanced at the bizarre shape—a body so long it had no legs, only a pair of oversized shoes hanging at the bottom—shrugged, and casually stuffed it into his pocket. The proportions were exaggerated, but instead of being unsettling, it was surprisingly comical.
It looks like a character from an animated film.
" Connie, I've bought lunch."
"I already told you, Dad, I'm ordering takeout today!"
"This is a Margherita pizza, the Naples pizza I ate when I was little."
Pauly rubbed his temples, placed the pizza box on the table, and opened it.
To be honest, they did a really good job.
Bright green basil leaves adorn a base of red and white tomato and mozzarella cheese.
The crust is baked to a golden brown and crispy perfection; you can hear a crackling sound even when you tap it lightly with your fingernail.
Hearing Connie's impatient voice, Pauly felt a headache coming on.
This guy has completely become an United States. He's long lost the family values and golden spirit that Italy are so proud of.
"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore, I really need some takeout today..."
Connie's voice grew louder as she approached from the bedroom.
When she saw the pizza box on the Table, the words she was about to say suddenly caught in her throat and she swallowed them back.
"Papa John's? Papa's pizza! Holy shit! This is exactly what I wanted, love you, Dad!"
"Wait, where's the toy? Dad, don't tell me you threw it away! Good heavens, I should have known, you really would have done it!"
You mean this thing?
Pauly pulled the toy, which had been squeezed all the way and was now a little deformed, out of his pocket.
Wuhu!