Having larger buttons takes full advantage of the screen real estate, allowing the player to comfortably hit the buttons without worrying about making a mistouch.Although I like slayernz's idea, maybe try toning the chrome border down a bit and see what that looks like?
Ensign Slaughter was seven feet six inches tall and weighted upwards to 300 pounds. He was built like a mammoth sized linebacker that was raised in a gym while on a diet of steroids, cigars, protein, beer and candy cane.
The gargantuan man had hands like the fists of a mythical ogre. A hairy eyebrow extended from each corner of his face and clashed in thermonuclear fuzzy holocaust above his nose.
On said nose were a pair of battle steel glasses. They looked so fragile on Slaughter's face that Sgt. Hawk felt he was putting glasses on the Hulk.
The Heavy Weapons specialist stared at his Neptune Cannon with awe. He'd been at it for a few minutes now.
"And ... what does this button do, sir?"
"That's the movement detector."
"Coool! That's handy."
Hawk waited patiently. Lieutenant Geins wandered in and paused at the sight. "What's going on Sgt.?"
"Introducing Slaughter to his weapon."
"What are you talking about Sgt.? I read the reports. Slaughter has a 92 percent hit ratio with his neptune. Its a company record!"
"Ah, well, sir. You should read the fine print on the report."
Geins raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean Sgt?"
Slaughter looked up from his reverie, "Sir, what's this thing here?"
Sgt. Hawk smiled, "That's a TRIGGER, ensign. Its like a button. You press it and nasty stuff comes out of the cannon."
"Coool!"
Lieutenant Geins stared in horror at the interplay, "What ... the .. .fuck?"
Hawk seemed embarrassed, "Well sir, Slaughter scared the ophthalmologist so much that he never did a proper eye exam. Slaughter here is extremely myopic.
Its the first time he's seen the buttons on his weapon. Ensign Slaughter usually doesn't miss ... but the report never said he FIRED the weapon sir. He thought it was a club."
Gein's expression was priceless.
"Sir, what's this button here?"
"That's the grenade launcher, Slaughter."
"Cooool!"
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