Análises recentes de General Jack Ripper

Needs more animations.
Needs more interactions.
Needs workshop or other model sharing utility.
Needs a price increase.

Capt. Jake Grafton pilots his A-6E over the Persian Gulf one fine afternoon. "Hey, at least it's not Vietnam, eh Cool Hand?" his bombardier Col. Cole asks. They streak across the sea, just above the wave tops. Somewhere out there in the hot haze is an Iranian gunboat steaming into the shipping lanes, a prime target for their Harpoons.
Suddenly, a crackling sound breaks the steady drone of the Intruder's engines. "RAYGUN 9-1, INCOMING BANDITS! Bearing 355, range 33 miles!" Jake looks up, staring through the canopy towards the threat, still invisible in the distance. 'Here we go again...'
Then, a welcome voice is heard on the frequency. "FAST EAGLE 7-1 ON INTERCEPT." High above the Intruders, a pair of F-14's carve through the heavens on twin pillars of fire. "FOX THREE!" An AIM-54 Phoenix drops off the rail before igniting it's engine, streaking towards the Iranian F-4 Phantom in the distance.
"Thanks Bat Guano, if that even is your name..."

The year is 1968, and somewhere under the freezing waters of the Arctic Ocean the USS Sculpin (SSN-590) glides gently through the dark waters. Somewhere out there a Soviet submarine drifts quietly on a reciprocal course. It's machinery making only a faint hum which the sonar operator strains desperately to track on his waterfall display. Slowly the contact firms up, it's course and position is plotted, and a firing solution generated.
Just as the Captain prepares to order the launch of a torpedo, PING!! An active sonar pulse screams through the intervening space, PONG!! Bouncing off the hull, the sound waves are like a light in the darkness, pointing a finger directly at their position. "Fire Tube One!" the Captain orders, just before the sonar operator calls out, "TORPEDOES IN THE WATER, BEARING 035!!"
The deadly exchange has begun once again, just another day under the icebergs in 1968.

Just to be perfectly honest, I still like the original Tropico the best. Nothing else quite captures the old magic.

FOR THE EMPEROR
DEATH TO THE TRAITORS
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS

SEE? I JUST HAVE TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS I DUNNO WHY THAT HAPPENS.

I just don't see the point in this type of 'game'. There's not even an actual game here. In 2 hours I've seen everything.

Why is it, that when I am playing as a Space Marine, I feel this irresistible urge to type in all caps in the chat?
I don't know why this happens, it's almost as if there is some guiding spirit, lighting my way, giving me purpose, and protecting me from the horrors of the warp.

Yeah there's sex stuff in this game, but it's actually a bit of fun to play as well.

READ THE 'GETTING STARTED' GUIDES FIRST!

Once you hit around League 16 you plateau really hard, so unless you're gonna spend money there's not much use playing past that.

WE'RE BREAKING THE CONDITIONING!!

It's like a combo of civilization and total war. Very interesting but I wish there was more customization.