forked from PGR/ascnet
2.1 KiB
2.1 KiB
1 | Id | ActionId | NextActionId | Type | IsBlock | IsEnd | BeginAnim | EndAnim | BeginDelay | EndDelay | Params[1] | Params[2] | Params[3] | Params[4] | Params[5] | Params[6] | Params[7] | Params[8] | Params[9] | Params[10] | Params[11] | Params[12] | Params[13] | Params[14] | Params[15] | Params[16] | Params[17] | Params[18] | Params[19] | Params[20] | Params[21] | Params[22] | Params[23] | Params[24] | Params[25] |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
2 | 1 | 1 | 101 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory0.png | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
3 | 2 | 2 | 401 | 1 | 36 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
4 | 3 | 3 | 301 | DialogEnable | Death has paved the night with its colors, the song of the young girl now a requiem. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
5 | 4 | 4 | 301 | The dark clouds tile the night eternal, and the wails of the dead linger on. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
6 | 5 | 5 | 401 | 10 | 2 | 915 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
7 | 6 | 6 | 401 | 10 | 2 | 957 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
8 | 7 | 7 | 401 | 2 | 974 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
9 | 8 | 8 | 401 | 2 | 959 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
10 | 9 | 9 | 301 | Crimson waves gather near the transport craft, once again trying to drag it to the ground. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
11 | 10 | 10 | 401 | 2 | 10007502 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
12 | 11 | 11 | 301 | Smoke rises from the wreckage of the craft, but the flame has not taken any life. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
13 | 12 | 12 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | The Constructs guarding the craft exit the craft safely, parachuting their way down. Looking up, they can see dawn has arrived. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
14 | 13 | 13 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgCg/Cg2301_4.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
15 | 14 | 14 | 401 | 2000 | 1 | 68 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
16 | 15 | 15 | 502 | RImgBg1BlowUp | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
17 | 16 | 16 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | The frame, white in color, stainless, and divine, stretches its wings, defying gravity and hovering by the top of the church's clock tower. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
18 | 17 | 17 | 301 | This is her last fight. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
19 | 18 | 18 | 301 | She will become the vessel of science and hope, the change to eradicate the gravely imprinted shadow of the Punishing Virus. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
20 | 19 | 19 | 301 | 1 | AniZhuanchangBegin | Stepping on the staircase of light, she declares war on the endless night. |