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Nuevo rompecabezas de agricultura "Super Farming Boy" se lanza hoy

Autor : Jason Actualizar : Feb 24,2025

Super Farming Boy: ¡un Sim de agricultura único ahora disponible en iOS!

Esta extraña mezcla de acción, rompecabezas y simulación de agricultura te pone en el asiento del conductor, ¡literalmente! Transformar en las herramientas del comercio mientras rescata a sus seres queridos de las garras de la Corporación Evil Korpo.

En Super Farming Boy, juegas como súper, encargado de salvar a tu madre y amigos del nefasto Korpo, que te ha obligado a la servidumbre agrícola. Inspirado por personas como Stardew Valley, pero con un toque decididamente más oscuro, ¡su misión es ganar suficiente dinero para devolverle a su familia!

¿El punto de venta único del juego? Tú eres las herramientas! Transformar en una pala, martillo y lata de riego para cultivar su tierra.

Más allá de la granja:

Pero Super Farming Boy es más que solo agricultura. Participe en el juego lleno de acción, maximizar los combos agrícolas, luchar contra los enemigos de los jefes que amenazan a sus cultivos y superan una serie de desafíos extraños.

Prepárese para temporadas tremendamente impredecibles: Primavera, Winteria, Volcánica, Radioactiva ... ¡y las próximas temporadas submarinas y de tiempo más intensas! Necesitará cada onza de "super" para tener éxito en estas condiciones extremas.

Actualmente, Super Farming Boy está disponible exclusivamente en iOS. Los usuarios de Android tendrán que esperar, pero mientras tanto hay muchos otros juegos móviles atractivos para explorar. Echa un vistazo a nuestra característica reciente "Antes del juego" en Palmon: ¡supervivencia para algunas opciones alternativas!

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