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I hope this isn't a goodby. it's not fair. I feel for you even if I it's been years since we've last played together. I really hope you'll figure out a way to not give up. Otherwise, I whish you a happier life.

Ambient sound effects would be nice. I mean for the units, not just random birds and stuff. It would be cool to hear the occaisonal conversation (like in Halo Wars), and for certain buildings (the market, the barracks, etc.) to constantly generate sounds (market is some low murmur of people, the barracks has weapon sounds, the forge a hamer ringing, etc.). It would also be interesting to add musicians (who rely on the ambient sounds), and make nearby units have a health or healing bonus.

What did they cost in a25?

Metal availability varies a lot by map. Metal is gathered more slowly, but if you want it, you can put as many gatherers as you want on it. If it is a metal-scarce map, then maybe reconsider using mercenaries. In a25, we rolled out a version of mercenaries where their metal costs were lower because metal was thought to be more "valuable" than the other resources and it was a nightmare for balance.

Lately I’ve felt something slowly slipping out of my hands… something I never thought I’d lose. 0 A.D. wasn’t just a game to me—it was a place where time paused for a moment, where the world outside couldn’t reach me, where I could forget everything and just be. But living in Iran means living inside a cage built by sanctions, restrictions, and barriers that keep tightening around even the smallest joys. Things that should be simple—like entering a game, joining a match, sharing a few peaceful minutes with others—turn into struggles that wear you down. And now, access to the game has become so difficult, so unstable, that it feels like a door slowly closing, no matter how much I try to keep it open. It hurts in a way I cannot easily describe. To watch something that once brought me comfort fade away. To realize I can no longer enter the world that once felt like a home made of pixels and imagination. And maybe the hardest part is knowing that I wasn’t always the perfect player. I made mistakes. I wasn’t always as good, as patient, or as helpful as I could have been. For that, I’m truly sorry. To everyone who played with me, taught me, laughed with me, or simply shared a moment on the battlefield—thank you. Thank you for the fun, the challenges, the conversations, the small escapes from reality. You’ll never know how much those moments meant to me. I won’t say the word “goodbye.” Some things are too painful to name. But if there’s a quiet sadness between these lines… it’s because a part of me will always remain in the places I can no longer reach. Thank you for everything.