The Purge. They’re all dumb as fuck. “No lawz fur wun day. Halps soseyetti.”

Yeah no, trust in the government would break the floor and anarchy would reign instead. Not to mention businesses would probably refuse to operate here.

Its a single player game.

The original was such an amazing game. We’ll see what this one has in store. So far weary of the change to 3D and the strange idle animation stance.

This might just be me but I hate those bars. It better come with some sort of text output so I can see what’s actually going on.

I have no idea what os I actually am because private matches mess with it. But I usually fulfill the role of air support and it always goes one of two ways:

1. opponents don’t bother with air, I scramble to build bombers and gunners.
2. Oppononents do build air and my fleet of fighters does something.

I really want to be the economy daddy but unfortunately I am not good at it. I’ll have to try your strat next time I’m core front instead of flooding assault tanks with no backup.

It really seems like the same game with changes to its worst systems. I haven’t been keeping up completely but my friends were talking about this last night. They still only have 3 enemy types?

I was introduced to BAR like 3 months ago and I still have no idea wtf I’m doing.

Online matches typically vary between these 3 experiences:

1. Your teams seem evenly matched in skill, 3 people on each team still have no units to speak of 30 minutes in.
2. One team has a true 20 openSkill player. They are consuming the other team’s players whole at the 18 minute mark.
3. It has been 3 hours, your’s and your allies’ units are a river flowing forth from your bases. They clash with the sea of enemies in a flurry of dazzling sounds. The frontline has held exactly at the middle for the past hour.

I’m a noob and dived right into Arch after light mint use on a spare laptop. Still waiting for the mythical update bork or system break.

Sixe effects of taking worm bile may include but are not limited to; nausea, lightheadedness, sweats, blackouts, intestinal blockage, merging the memories of all Reverend Mothers before you with your own, lovers wiping their tears in your unconcious mouth.