since i keep making you guys wait, here’s an early prototype i worked on last year for a civilization-based idle game
i bumped against a lot of game design problems with this so this might never end up being an actual game, but i still think it’s kinda neat as it is
please note that this was never meant to be released publicly, i barely cleaned up a couple things before uploading it. it’s still full of broken stuff and aborted ideas
as such i will not be accepting ideas, complaints or bug reports thanks
no save system at all!!! sorry!!!
it’s pretty obscure and undocumented but i bet y’all nerds will figure it out B)
the first five years were rough, the next fifteen were OK, and around year 20 things started to get weird
my people are EXTREMELY HAPPY! we have NEGATIVE THOUSANDS OF CORPSES, which I can only assume means we command an ARMY OF THE UNDEAD. they patrol a swath of territory so vast it cannot be measured in conventional numbers, apparently.
for reasons unknown, our territory is always SWARMING WITH BEARS (both of the brown and the koala varieties). wolves only appear once in a blue moon, which leads me to suspect they are actually werewolves.
we have mastered a HUGE VARIETY OF SKILLS. the actual utility of most of these skills is unknown. some appeared crucial and turned out useless (Fire-making) while others seemed inconsequential and became essential (Healing is vague but INSTANTLY started to help).
basically you remade CivClicker with fewer instructions and more art and damn it I’ve spent half the afternoon watching numbers go up and down in confusion
YEAR 47: THE WORLD GONE MAD
our land is overrun by THOUSANDS OF ANIMALS, kept in check only by the presence of our army of ONE BILLION SKELETONS
new advances in science and education have come to a halt upon researching alchemy. all our foremost researchers have hit a wall upon falling into the trap of trying to magically convert everything to gold.
our culture would be THE ENVY OF THE WORLD, were there any other civilizations to bear witness to our creations
the GREAT MAUSOLEUM taunts us. it is ironic: our army of the undead leaves us entirely unable to build this monument in their honor, as the corpse requirement can never be met, much less the mysterious “precious building material”
everyone is so well fed we are allowing hundreds of thousands of meals to spoil. our next major investments will be in granaries.
whoah
dont talk to me or my four hundred octillion gatherers ever again,
