Recensioni recenti di Kondi20

Not a game. This is a metaphor for the brutality of human endeavor. An ominous pillar of assailing fumes rising up from the horizon, scarring the once green lands.

You are an outsider, an alien presence on this tarnished exo-solar planet not unlike our own, covered with water, trees and resources ripe for exploitation. You have one goal in mind: oppress the natives and expand your industrial empire at all costs.

The same natives who will grow increasingly agitated at the blight's proliferation, and strike the sources of infection. This is where you will shoot them with guns, fire and nukes, reminding them of who is on top of the evolutionary chain. You will build even more elaborate contraptions to smash them more firmly, and satisfy your ego.

As cities rise and fall your commonwealth of sickness will occupy every inch in sight, you will commit mass genocide without ever questioning your actions, laying down your 50th railway as atomic justice rains down on your adversaries.

Endless conveyor belts, machinations and entangled constructs leading nowhere. A hunger that fuels itself eternally.

The factory must grow, and grow it shall, but at what cost?