This game is impossible to love. Her cold, dead landscapes are unsuitable for life. In the treetops not Noise wind. Local forest - just a raw material for immediate processing of mass forces commander or engineers. Hills and rocky peaks - no more than the details of the relief that should be used to achieve tactical superiority. Here there can be no personal life. Transparent waves of the ocean without any sense to wash the sand of the beach - one after another ten million years. Nobody will come to this beach. Soon there will be a giant two-legged robot resembling a child's plastic toy, and another ten minutes - three factories, blocks of power generators and mass fabricators, air defense systems, radar, shield generator, and hundreds of thousands of pieces of equipment. Another five minutes of them leaving only the black charred skeletons - Waste, the future mass. What's happening? Do not try to ask this question the writers, they had nothing to do with it, they were asked.
