This is the big one. FS32 requires an internet connection—not for DRM, but to pull into the game.
However, the true star is the soundtrack. A single MIDI track loops endlessly, a jaunty accordion melody that burns itself into your brain. You will hum it while you cook dinner. You will hum it while you try to sleep. It is the sound of productivity.
The static economy is dead. In FS32, you aren't just selling to a generic bakery; you are part of a .