ah yes, the wonderful world of memegame2 “simulation” where housing, clean water, and public health are apparently optional, because every polish farmer is a photosynthetic hologram who can thrive and multiply in the swamps without food poisoning or cholera and their only existential crisis is the inability to buy luxury cigars. farmers don’t plant, plow, or harvest, they just stand in fields radiating wheat like fire hydrants, spewing a constant stream of bread into the Global Buffet™ regardless of season, soil, or climate. railroads don’t require rails, ties, ballast, or workers, they just sprout instantly from the soil like magic vines and once in place they never corrode and never consume so much as a shovelful of coal and yet they somehow increase the output of factories whose workers never commute anywhere because industry itself functions like a cargo cult dream, you can smelt steel in the middle of the desert without iron, coal, or even a supply wagon because the Sky Vending Machine™ will happily beam in the missing ingredients. armies are conjured like prefab furniture kits: insert 0.15 “rifle tokens” and 0.10 “canned spam credits” into the cosmic slot machine, and presto, a fully armed Napoleonic death stack materializes, capable of marching endlessly through siberian winters without boots, forage, or supply lines. casualties are equally nonsensical, as reinforcements simply teleport from the home provinces to the front line as though delivered by divine Amazon Prime.

in conclusion, memegame2 is less a 19th-century simulator and more a steampunk paranormal carnival where pops are holographic mannequins immune to biology, farms are infinite food geysers patronized by mr. beast himself, railroads are indestructible wormholes and world economy is stitched together by the CloudMart™, a divine apparatus that showers hats, cannons, and sardines onto every doorstep without ever once acknowledging that gravity, distance, or entropy exist.

>ah yes, the wonderful world of memegame2 “simulation” where housing, clean water, and public health are apparently optional, because every polish farmer is a photosynthetic hologram who can thrive and multiply in the swamps without food poisoning or cholera and their only existential crisis is the inability to buy luxury cigars. >farmers don’t plant, plow, or harvest, they just stand in fields radiating wheat like fire hydrants, spewing a constant stream of bread into the Global Buffet™ regardless of season, soil, or climate.
>railroads don’t require rails, ties, ballast, or workers, they just sprout instantly from the soil like magic vines and once in place they never corrode and never consume so much as a shovelful of coal and yet they somehow increase the output of factories whose workers never commute anywhere because industry itself functions like a cargo cult dream, you can smelt steel in the middle of the desert without iron, coal, or even a supply wagon because the Sky Vending Machine™ will happily beam in the missing ingredients.
>armies are conjured like prefab furniture kits: insert 0.15 “rifle tokens” and 0.10 “canned spam credits” into the cosmic slot machine, and presto, a fully armed Napoleonic death stack materialize, capable of marching endlessly through siberian winters without boots, forage, or supply lines. casualties are equally nonsensical, as reinforcements simply teleport from the home provinces to the front line as though delivered by divine Amazon Prime.
>in conclusion, memegame2 is less a 19th-century simulator and more a steampunk paranormal carnival where pops are holographic mannequins immune to biology, farms are infinite food geysers patronized by mr. beast himself, railroads are indestructible wormholes and world economy is stitched together by the CloudMart™, a divine apparatus that showers hats, cannons, and sardines onto every doorstep without ever once acknowledging that gravity, distance, or entropy exist.

Behold, the wondrous realm of memegame2 where the nations of the earth were governed not by bread, nor by water, nor by habitation, but by the holy balance of fancy clothes and tinned meat. verily, ten millions dwelleth in the desert, and ten millions more in the icy wastes, and yet there is neither famine, nor plague, nor the cry of the homeless.
And lo, the harvest cometh not by season, nor by the sweat of the plowman’s brow, but is conjured daily, winter and summer alike, into the great celestial storehouse, which is shared betwixt Persia and Prussia as though it were a single pantry. and famine was no more, neither was scarcity known among them, for their wheat was eternal and their larders without rot.
And behold, the chariots of iron, which men call railroads, moved swiftly across the land, and they consumed no coal, nor steel, nor the labor of repairmen, but did run forever as unto Leviathan, whose strength faileth not. and their engines were not bound by rust nor time, but were perpetual as the sun and the moon.
And the armies of the nations were fashioned as if from the dust of the earth, for whosoever did gather small arms and canned fish, the lord of memegame2 did breathe upon them, and they arose as regiments, full and mighty, needing neither boots nor horses, nor powder, nor wagons, but only the sacred sardines and the rifles and they march through the wilderness even unto the frozen wastes, and they perished not, for their feet were of iron and their bellies were of tin.
And the pops of the earth cared not for housing, nor for sewers, nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness, for these things were not known unto them. their only lamentation was that the supply of top hats and fine wardrobes was made scarce, and great was their mourning.

Thus was the world of memegame2 upheld, not by reason, nor by labor, but by ghostly chariots of steel, celestial granaries, and the endless desire of men for fancy garments.

ah yes, the wonderful world of memegame2 “simulation” where pops don’t need roofs, streets, or sewers, because apparently every italian peasant is a self-sustaining hologram who can live in the Sahara without drinking water, and their only concern in life is whether they still have access to luxury toothpicks. Farmers don’t even farm they’re just wheat-shaped fountains, producing the same trickle of grain every single day, year-round, like some kind of eternal bread sprinkler, and every kernel vanishes into the great planetary food depot. Railroads spring from the ground fully formed like mushrooms, never breaking down, never needing engineers, fuel, or repairs, just click "build railroad" and congratulations you’ve just created an everlasting ghost train network that will boost the productivity of the work-from-home factory workers without burning a single lump of coal. You can even run a steel industry in an inland state far from coal and iron mining province because the Sky Vending Machine™ can simply just beam the inputs straight to the factory doorstep. And then there’s the military where armies don’t need horses, fodder, or logistics trains, just 0.15 worth of small arms and 0.10 canned food and voilà, instant Napoleonic Lego Brigade ready to fight through Siberian winters indefinitely as long as the global fridge doesn’t run out of sardines and the HQ doesn't stop teleporting reinforcements to the Front lines through Quantum Entanglement

in conclusion, memegame2 is less a 19th-century simulator and more a steampunk themepark where pops are quantum homunculi who require no shelter or sanitation, railways are perpetual-motion hyperspace conduits immune to entropy, grain fields behave like hydrogen fusion reactors, producing caloric output in perfect disregard for planetary axial tilt or seasonal variation, all glued together by the Cosmic Vending Machine™ that hurls all goods from the Sky to the consumers below without thermodynamic loss

Skibidi gyatt rizz only in ohio but actually Germania, willy waggling dem pops in preuben while otter said his Wilhelmine germanium reich needs one more infopic to flex on the hueschizo who ratio’d him last night for calling Preuben “kino.” meanwhile, t.johan sits atop Paradox Tower, counting bitcoin and replying “L” to nfag begging for crimeamod to be integrated in goy4. “Did you pray today before reloading for 2% better rizz?” nfag simp rizzing up baby Gronk while Arumba streams memegame2 for 14 viewers, Talex screaming “mid” as nfag posts “no edging when it's dipping”. meanwhile hueschizo and otter argue in transcord about the best time to switch to Fascism, while Byzies spam “turks are white and based” in chat. in the end Quandale Dingle AARnon dropped yet another delulu boers campaign while jannies accuse him for savescumming