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En lugar del Sims 5, EA deja caer un juego de Sims diferente, los Sims Labs: ¡Town Stories!

Autor : Aiden Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

En lugar del Sims 5, EA deja caer un juego de Sims diferente, los Sims Labs: ¡Town Stories!

Se está preparando un nuevo juego de Sims, y ahora está disponible en Australia, pero no es lo que esperas. Los Sims Labs: Town Stories, un juego de simulación móvil, se encuentra actualmente en su fase de prueba de juego. Este no es el Sims 5, sino un proyecto bajo la iniciativa Sims Labs más amplia de EA, diseñada para probar nuevas mecánicas y características de juego para futuras entregas.

Si bien existe una lista de Google Play, el juego aún no está disponible a nivel mundial. Los jugadores australianos deben registrarse a través del sitio web de EA para participar.

Reacciones iniciales a los Sims Labs: Historias de la ciudad

El anuncio del juego ha generado reacciones mixtas. Los usuarios de Reddit han expresado preocupaciones sobre los gráficos y las imágenes, especulando sobre el potencial de extensas microtransacciones, una crítica común de los juegos móviles.

Las historias de la ciudad combinan elementos familiares de Sims: construyendo vecindarios, guiar a los residentes a través de historias personales, administrar carreras y descubrir secretos del vecindario dentro de la ciudad ficticia de Plumbrook.

Las primeras imágenes y capturas de pantalla sugieren un estilo de juego que recuerda a los títulos anteriores de Sims. Dada su naturaleza experimental, la iteración actual probablemente sirve como un campo de pruebas para conceptos que pueden evolucionar significativamente durante un mayor desarrollo.

Los jugadores interesados ​​en Australia pueden encontrar el juego en Google Play Store. ¡Estén atentos para nuestra próxima cobertura del evento Halloween de Shop Titans!

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