That’s a really great question. I will leave it to other people in the comments to answer.

I took OP’s question to mean, “Give me some top-down game suggestions”.

Now that I read it again, I see your point. But also, I can’t think of any of the suggestions in this thread as being unique.

Factorio 🏭

Factorio is a game in which you build and maintain factories. You will be mining resources, researching technologies, building infrastructure, automating production and fighting enemies.

Already boycott lootboxes and gacha games.

Sell me the game and give free updates or fuck off. I’m done paying you to be your beta tester.

You’re going to hell for this 🤣🤣🤣

This reminds me of 2010 when lootboxes and gacha games were okay because teaching children to gamble with Dad’s credit card was awesome.

15 years later and YouTube doesn’t even know what gambling is anymore, lol.

An actual shit post lol

You’re right, sorry. It’s an affordable grey egg.

YOU RETARD!

I’m not your mongoloid, downy!

PEBBLE RANGE YOU RETARD!

I’m not your pal, Guy!

Dude’s gonna be chasing that dragon for the rest of his life.

Politicians don’t campaign on maintainance of infrastructure, so it’s not sexy.

Building roads is only sexy every twenty years or so. Maintaining roads has never been sexy, to my knowledge.

Moving away from roads and cars almost entirely? I dunno how we get political will for that.

Stop selling gambling as okay to kids. Gacha games equal gambling for minors.

Krasnov will be in good company with 90% of the vote.

Thank you for agreeing, komrade.

Or else… you know… bad place is waiting…

–Krasnov

Non³

Ya farmer’s markets are kinda pricey, eh?

I go downtown to FreshCo and it’s $3 CAD per dozen, bud.

Iraq: has oil

Murca: we declare a freedom on you!

Canada: has oil

Murca: we declare a freedom on you!

Denmark: has eggs

Murca: we declare a freedom on you!

“Are the transgenders in the room with you now, sir?” Irish Prime Minister Micheál Martin asked the most orange man in the world, President Krasnov in the oval office.

Krasnov declared, “Everything is transgender. Everybody is transgender. That is all you hear about and that is why we won the election in record numbers. Also they are hurting women very badly.”

Micheál Martin leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap. “So what you’re saying is… the transgenders are here. Right now. With us.”

Krasnov hesitated. His eyes darted around the Oval Office—the grand curtains, the gold-trimmed Resolute Desk, the bust of Churchill watching them in silent judgment. He exhaled sharply. “I’m saying they’re everywhere. The media. The schools. The military. Even… even here, perhaps.”

A tense silence settled over the room full of reporters.

Krasnov, tiny hands splayed, nodded sagely. “I see you’re doubtful but it’s true. I’ve been saying it for years. People didn’t believe me. They laughed. But now? Look at what’s happening. Look at the numbers, folks. We won the election in record numbers because the American people know. They know the truth.”

Martin tapped his fingers against the armrest. “And what truth is that, Mister President?”

Krasnov leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. “That everything is transgender now. It’s in the air, the water. You drink a Diet Coke? Boom—transgender. You turn on your microwave? Guess what? Transgender. You use a self-checkout at Walmart? Folks, I hate to say it… but that machine is gender non-conforming at best.”

Martin sighed, “Sir, we should speak on the economy and the tariffs you’ve placed on Ireland! Fiddle dee dee, potatoes!”

Trump waved him off. “The economy is fine. Best economy in history, actually. But you know what’s not fine? The radical gender agenda. The woke mind virus. We have to stop it, and we will. Believe me, we will.”

Martin let out a slow breath. “And how, exactly, do you plan to do that?”

POTUS smiled. “We are going to have the greatest, most incredible ban you’ve ever seen. A total and complete shutdown of transgender until we figure out what the hell is going on.”

The Irish Prime Minister cleared his throat. “Sir, respectfully, I don’t think that’s how gender works.”

Krasnov frowned. “Martin, you know, I thought you were on our side. People said you were strong on this issue. But now? I’m not so sure. Frankly, some people are saying you might be transgender. Not me, of course—I would never say that. But people are saying it. A lot of people. Yuge numbers.”

Martin’s face turned red. “Mr. President, I am not—”

Just then, the lights flickered. The air in the room grew unnaturally cold. The American flag in the corner shuddered as if caught in an invisible breeze.

Martin sat up straighter. “Did you feel that?”

Krasnov swallowed. “Yes. They’re here.”

A voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once.

“We have always been here.”

The two men froze.

And then, the room went dark. All that could be heard were screams and the clickety-clacking of pills in plastic bottles.