
Can you build a ballistic missile in a garage? Assemble missiles by hand, brew fuel in a cement mixer, and sell rockets to shady factions. Invest the money you earn in new parts and a base. Test your arsenal right on the farm's backyard, and try NOT to destroy the entire world ahead of schedule!
📖 Welcome to Doomsday Ranch!
You are a brilliant but completely unhinged inventor who decided that growing corn on a farm is a total snooze fest. It’s way more fun to build intercontinental ballistic missiles right in your own barn. The job is highly questionable, but insanely exciting and profitable.
🚀 Backyard Assembly & High Tech
Start with a humble workbench: weld casings out of rusty oil drums, fill tanks with homemade fertilizer fuel, and twist wires together with duct tape. But don't get stuck in the "duct-tape and prayer" phase! Earn cash, research high-yield propellant formulas, and buy 3D printers along with precision machinery. Upgrade your ragged barn into an automated defense facility.
👥 Mad Science & Automation
Tired of tightening nuts and filling tanks by hand? Hire assistants! Send interns in blue overalls to lug around heavy rocket engines, and put eccentric scientists in white lab coats behind computers to bend the very laws of physics. Create the ultimate conveyor belt of chaos!
🎯 Test Ranges & "Sacrifices for Science"
Before shipping, every rocket needs a test run. Smash that BIG RED BUTTON right in your backyard! Watch the green holographic 3D radar track your missile as it tears through the clouds. Flip through the static-heavy channels on an old CRT TV to see it slam into the official range target. Screwed up the azimuth or weight balance? Watch your DIY missile drift towards Uncle Sam’s farm or the city dam. Heavy fines are inevitable, but hey, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few laws of physics!
💼 Three Clients, One Global Apocalypse
Three global factions with conflicting agendas are eyeing your business: Government Generals, a Private Military Company, and Mad Insurgents. Balance their orders like a true diplomat, fulfill bizarre requests (like adding anti-radar countermeasures or painting a missile bright pink), and hoard your arsenal. When the time comes for the final Super-Contract, assemble a massive ICBM powered by a Doom-Core and decide its final coordinates. Will you loyally complete the mission, ship the missile directly into your client's headquarters in an "express delivery" style, or dump it into the ocean? Every choice shapes the ultimate ending.