Or you can spend it all on an infinitely upgradeable Golden Goose Egg. Which works off gacha mechanics, except there's no guaranteed pity pool, and it's designed to rob you.
It's already banned in competitive. Which doesn't mean anything because it's the same group of Poles, Russians, and dare I say, North Macedonians (spit) that complain about everything.
Its mangled corpse, a pathological tapestry waiting to be dissected and picked apart to see just where the fuck it went wrong. And it went wrong from the start.
While you trained in the art of hazmat safety, I mastered the ways of hakuchido. While you need a forklift certification to destroy a warehouse full of product, I am untethered by such restrictions. But is the extra money really worth the risk? Uh, no.
I read online somewhere that you could train your dwarves extremely quickly by constructing a danger room. The idea is simple, we put a dwarf in a room filled with traps. We activate them, and our brave warriors will gracefully dodge and block every single one of them.
Unfortunately, even if I got a matrilineal marriage, heir succession laws would mean that any child I produce might try and overthrow me. I was screwed, figuratively.
Despite lacking control of people, you do have full control of what to build, research, and upgrade. Your choices will influence whether or not the kingdom will thrive and attract the guilds and races necessary for your mission success.
Brilliance flashed before my eyes; my pupils widened. I started physically sweating. Because, she said the words I've always dreamt of hearing: "Please... turn me into a pizza." And so, I got to work!
Looking back now, it was a scarily accurate prediction of a future. Despite being made a full year before the 9/11 attacks, Deus Ex depicted our world in 30 years as an authoritarian dystopia. In other words, they were 30 years off.
This goes all the way up to attempting bootleg surgery on yourself to install bionic implants to transcend your own humanity. With only a small drawback, botched surgeries will leave you spilling out your own organs and permanently disfiguring you on your deathbed.
However I've failed to attract any willing slaves, which I later found out was due to roving gangs of gorillas, murdering all my potential workforce. These were dealt with accordingly.
Would you like to be a brawny manlet dwarf fighter, or a horrific mutant that grows an extra limb every few levels and can eventually swing eight different axes at once?
It's a sandbox and you make your own fun. And if you get bored of sand, there's a billion mods out there, which make the game that much more intricate and entertaining.
And upgrade these in a one-to-one ratio into higher tier copies of mental energy reserves, that sell for threefold more than the cost of my base ingredients? Leading me to have infinite amounts of money, or Deutschemarks as they're called ingame.