SPORE™

really good game.

good

хорошая игра интересная симулятор хороший

so fun you can make almost anything you want

игра детства купил что бы вспомнить и поддержать разрабов жалко они забросили игру

My name is Mr. Israel. That's what everyone has called me for as long as I can remember. My actual first name hasn't been used in decades. I was a stockbroker through most of the 1980s and 1990s. I started with almost nothing, spent fifteen-hour days staring at numbers, and somehow came out the other end wealthier than I ever imagined. My accountant once joked that I had made more money watching other people panic than most people make in a lifetime. I laughed because it was true. Markets rise. Markets fall. People become emotional. Numbers do not. I trusted numbers because they never pretended to care about me. By fifty-five I had everything people spend their lives chasing. A large house. A retirement account that no longer required checking. Cars I barely drove. A wine collection I never understood. The funny thing about becoming rich is that after a while every expensive thing starts looking exactly the same. A better chair is still just a chair. A larger house simply gives loneliness more rooms to wander through. I bought Spore because my grandson left it at my house one Christmas. He forgot the disc when everyone went home. I called my daughter to tell her I'd mail it back. She laughed and said, "Just keep it until next time." Next time turned into three months. One rainy Tuesday afternoon I finally installed it out of curiosity. Five stars. Most reviews will tell you about the creature creator. They'll tell you how creative it is, how you can build anything you imagine. They're right, but they're also missing the point. Spore is not about creating creatures. It's about discovering preferences you didn't know you had. The first creature I made happened to be blue. Not because I planned it. The slider just stopped there. It looked... correct. The next creature was blue too. Then another. Then another. Eventually I noticed that every civilization I built became blue without me thinking about it. Oceans. Flags. Buildings. Clothing. Spacecraft. Every decision quietly drifted toward the same color as though my hands had reached a conclusion before my mind had been invited to the meeting. I've always liked blue. Everybody likes blue. At least that's what I told myself. When I retired I repainted my office. Blue. Then the hallway. Blue. The guest bedroom. Blue. The dining room. Blue. The painter asked if I wanted different shades. I told him no. The same shade. Exactly the same. Consistency matters. He looked at me for a second before writing it down. I replaced the curtains because they reflected too much yellow in the afternoon sunlight. The couch looked wrong against the walls, so I donated it. The rug suddenly looked beige instead of cream, and once I noticed it I couldn't unnotice it. That had to go too. People started saying my house felt cold. I disagreed. It felt organized. My sister visited one afternoon and asked why every room looked identical. I told her because every room should agree with the others. She laughed. I wasn't joking. Around that same time I discovered an old recording called *Fortune Israel* by Howard Leptad. I don't know where I first heard it. Maybe it autoplayed after another song. Maybe it was recommended to me by accident. It begins quietly, with a piano that sounds almost hesitant before the strings arrive. The first time I listened to it I played it again immediately. The second time I played it twelve times. The third day I listened to nothing else. It became background music while I played Spore. Then it became background music while I cooked. Then while I cleaned. Then while I slept. Spotify informed me one December that I had listened to *Fortune Israel* for 4,873 hours that year. I remember thinking, "That seems low." The funny thing about wealth is that people assume you spend retirement traveling. I didn't. Why would I? Every civilization in Spore begins with almost nothing and grows into something magnificent if you make the right decisions. I had already lived that story once. Now I could watch it happen forever. The blue empires always prospered. I know that's only because I made them that way. But after enough playthroughs it stopped feeling like coincidence and started feeling like responsibility. If I accidentally selected green, I'd restart. If a neighboring empire generated red banners, I'd delete the save. Blue deserved a clean universe. I know how irrational that sounds. I spent thirty years making financial decisions based entirely on evidence. Every investment I ever made had spreadsheets, projections, earnings reports, quarterly statements. I trusted data over intuition. Now I was rearranging galaxies because one civilization wasn't the correct shade of blue. The transition happened so gradually that I never noticed it while it was happening. That's probably true of most important changes. My financial newspapers disappeared first. Then the television. Then the clocks. Time inside Spore feels... more cooperative. Markets never waited for me. Evolution does. I still own the big house. At least according to the county records. Sometimes I walk from one blue room to another and genuinely struggle to remember which room I started in. They've become interchangeable. Perhaps that's the point. Perhaps blue isn't a color. Perhaps it's an agreement. Five stars. I don't think Spore changed who I was. I think it politely introduced me to someone who had been waiting behind the spreadsheets all along.

this game is genuinely so cool

I like to think that Kai Cenat and Rakai were created with the custom creator in this game.

Great Game, we just need more game`s like god old spore :)

Si quieres perderte hora y horas creando cosas es tu juego