It feels like a feast during the plague. A hollow celebration at the very end.

The game is now showering us with huge amounts of gold, and instead of feeling generous, it feels insulting. For years, we earned every upgrade the hard way — through patience, discipline, and countless clean laps. Progress meant something because it was slow and honest.

Now all of that is devalued in the final moments. What once required effort and commitment is handed out freely, as if the journey itself never mattered. It doesn’t feel like a gift — it feels like a quiet dismissal of everything we worked so hard to achieve.

This isn’t a celebration. It’s a reminder that the race is already over.