Can Lugaru 2 Run on my 486 MHz Computer with 8MBs of Ram?

[Chainsaw man]

Ok, that thread title deserves to be flamed, that has been the only computer I have been able to obtane for my owen since coming to Ameraca.

The Question is Stats:
Since we are so close to release date, what are the System Requiremnts?

[MONKEYZ RULE]

8MBs of ram!? You might be able to play it, at 1 frame per hour.

[Ozymandias]

You can probably upgrade your RAM pretty easily... but umm... I don't know... is this a joke thread? I can't really tell X_X

[Viking Zippy]

8 megs of RAM? That sounds a little low for 486 MHz ... my iBook was 366 MHz, came with 64 megs built-in, and was later upgraded to 320 ...

I've no idea what kind of processing power Overgrowth will require, though; perhaps one of the Wolfire team could enlighten us?

[Nuky]

This must be a joke of some sort.

[Chainsaw man]

Its half and half Joke and Serious. My Computer is a peace of Shit.
I also want to know the system specs of Lugaru: Overgrowth

[David]

The requirements will be higher than Lugaru 1, but much lower than Crysis We are not far enough along to have a more specific answer to this.

[Chainsaw man]

Cool, thanks...

[Glabbit]

As I said before in a different thread, I don't really care about the eye-candy, as long as there's options to turn it down to maximum playability and compatibility.
X3

[Chainsaw man]

Yes, I agree (says He who has a computer with Next Gen Graphics being beyond the call of duty)
If L:OG Can Run on my Shitmiasta, not only would I be happy, I would also lol.

[Zantalos]

Can Lugaru 1 run on that computer?

[Viking Zippy]

With 8 megs of RAM, not likely ... really, what's the RAM on it, Coli?

[Chainsaw man]

8 MB, I kidd you not
The Game Lugaru: The Rabbits foot dose not run on it, the installer Crashed. How ever I have my Grandmothers computer for gaming, (A Standard Vista computer from COMPAQ). The Exscuse of a computer is basicly like a typewriter because of how much is wrong with it. the Hard Drive is big enough to fit my Fantasy Novel universe I am wrighting.

Ok people, heres a Lesson: Dont leave your home country for opertunity, and hopefuly employment from you Extended Family. it usualy ends out you sell your better computer for a ticket, you get over there, no one wants to let you use there computers becasue they are Greedy Sons (heck, all of them were jellous because while they sat on there lazy asses inside and expected us to work in the middle of the hot part of the day in the dessert I bonded allot with there livestock and Animals, theyd rather be around me over them. I gave up my Familiar just to see them, and they piss and moane over one(1) Dog constantly coming to our trailer (WITH no plumbing what so ever, the Toilet literatly Reeks of excreet to the point I rather Shit in an out house) they would NEVER give up as much as I had for me, that is a FACT), and Daughters of B*chs, they have nothing nice to say about you, and when your finaly ready to work for them, theyll say "Oh no Ill do it myself" because they are too poor to pay you, and Not Man enough to admit it (I can respect some one who would say I have not got the money to pay you in advanced) and they turn around and start calling you a lazy communist (Ok, I grew up with Socalist ideals, it Works, So what? Im not saying you can go out and work your finger to the bone). In the end, you have given up everything, your Reduced to owening a PoC from the 80s or probbobly earlyer.

This my Freind is my life!

[BunnyWithStick]

Why you would leave God's Own for Hell, I have no idea…

[Chainsaw man]

I was dooped! I actualy thought I would have a better life. I thought I would find what I had all along! I plan to go back to New Zealand, unless I have some spark of opertunity in acting (As if that will happen, not unless i went to Hollywood) our situation is really messed up now, we too find outselfs a part of a family conspiracy, My sister and myself as observers.

But no one wants to hear about my life being like, as a metophore I would say: My life is like a little boy, prey to MJ; Horrobly ripped apart and ridden with inflamed hemroids