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ah yes, the wonderful world of memegame2 “trade system,” where you don’t actually trade with a country, no, you’re trading with the Sky Vending Machine™, a magical entity that will buy everything you throw at it at a price dictated by a simple dingus-proof supply and demand system with minimum and maximum hard-coded thresholds. You don’t set customs duties, you don’t need a port, you don't need inland infrastructures, you don’t need ships or crews or even warehouses, hell, you don’t even get to choose what gets sold. everything is instantly vaporized into profit and recreated elsewhere through quantum cloning. forget global supply chains, factories can thrive in the most remote of places given sufficient amount of literacy and ranking in the memegameAny% leaderboard, operating at the exact same efficiency as the ones in the heart of London itself

trade in memegame2 is less a global network of merchants, supply chains, and logistics and more a steampunk Walmart powered by the house of gryffindor where every individual on the planet just inserts a decimal amount of British pounds, presses a button that says "i am an idiot sandwich" and behold, a matching decimal amount of goods arrives to their doorstep in the next instant

ah yes, the beautiful world of memegame2 logistics and population system where pops don’t actually need housing, sanitation, or even fresh water, you can cram ten million people into Faiyum oasis with no slums, no epidemics, no infrastructure stress, and the only thing they complain about is that they can’t buy enough fancy hats off the sky vending machine. 100,000 italian farmers will happily migrate to the Yukon to work as lumberjacks in -40°C because there is "trinket pensions” while railroads happily work without coal, steel, maintenance crews, or spare parts, as if locomotives were perpetual motion machines. meanwhile, food is infinite, famine is impossible, and nobody ever cares about seasons, harvests, or distribution.. a wheat farmer in Kiev produces the same daily trickle of grain in winter as in summer, and all of it vanishes into a global stockpile that’s shared between Peru and Prussia like some kind of planetary fridge. And of course, your nation’s army can keep fighting world wars forever as long as you have canned food and small arms in the global ether, because apparently soldiers don’t need horses, coal, or boots.. they're built like ikea flat-packs. just eat your tinned spam, grab a rifle, and march across Siberia.

it's a game about running a 19th-century empire powered by ghost trains, ikea regiments, and astral pops summoning grain from pocket dimensions