I am sick of perfecting the infrastructure.
I am sick of stockpiling food for the winter.
I am sick of my hard-working peasants and their happiness levels.
I am going to pick everything up and hurl it into the sky.
The crown doesn’t just give you superhuman strength.
It also lets you sprint so fast that you might run on water.
Every action in Overthrown seems to be conducted in the same spirit of nihilistic frenzy.
Crops are harvested using spin-attacks and ground-pounds.
Land is cultivated by using your shovel like a pogo stick.
They don’t have time for all this construction and strategy!
They’ve got places to be!
Not sure what places, exactly, but still, get me out of here!
They will throw your buildings away!
Better throw their buildings away first.
