Cognisant
cackling in the trenches
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I played this over the long Ishtar weekend and I'm now at the point of automating my farm with sprinklers, I'm in winter of the first year, by winter of the second year I will likely have multiple barns full of kegs making high quality ancient fruit wine, supplied by automated greenhouses.
In terms of making money this is where the game ends.
But what if it didn't, I mean if my little farm starts making millions if not billions of <whatever currency it is> shouldn't that attract attention? I imagine if the game had another stage it would be building fences topped with razor wire, hiring guards, setting up searchlights and guard towers, creating machine gun emplacements and anti-aircraft guns, moving the now totally hydroponic farming operation progressively deeper underground to protect it from artillery strikes.
I'll need to fight back from my armoured bunker, maybe some sort of drone launching system, then ICBM missile silos, until eventually I'm sending out humanoid infiltrator robots to quell the last of the resistance.
Yes I can see it now, I will rule the world, that is until Abigail shoots me in the back and destroys it all because she no longer recognises the slightly nerdy farmer boy that sought her attention with sweet peas all those summers ago.
In terms of making money this is where the game ends.
But what if it didn't, I mean if my little farm starts making millions if not billions of <whatever currency it is> shouldn't that attract attention? I imagine if the game had another stage it would be building fences topped with razor wire, hiring guards, setting up searchlights and guard towers, creating machine gun emplacements and anti-aircraft guns, moving the now totally hydroponic farming operation progressively deeper underground to protect it from artillery strikes.
I'll need to fight back from my armoured bunker, maybe some sort of drone launching system, then ICBM missile silos, until eventually I'm sending out humanoid infiltrator robots to quell the last of the resistance.
Yes I can see it now, I will rule the world, that is until Abigail shoots me in the back and destroys it all because she no longer recognises the slightly nerdy farmer boy that sought her attention with sweet peas all those summers ago.