Ok, here goes.
Vegitation: Normal
Water coverage: 45%
Minerals: Normal
Starting pop: 30
Map size: 320 by 320
Elevation: 50 m
Political stability: Moderate
Economy: not too harsh now
Random events: Sometimes occur
Game length: 50 years
The King shoots the former president and sits in his chair. "Well, this should be fun", he says to no one in particular. "Now that I've left behind my carrer as a leftist author and have risen to power in a communist rebelion, I'm sure I can use my qualtise of being hard working and enrepeneurial to gain the support of the people, even if I am a paranoid coward"
Well, better start my diary"
1950: I need to give these people housing! They are living in shacks! But first I must take care of my own needs, so I issue the
'special' building permit.
With that taken care of, it's time to get money rolling in to
go to switzerland help the people. Four farms? Two can grow tobaco. And I build a loging camp.
Now, to show the people my wonderous benevolance, I build them a pub and an apartment complex (aren't I kind).
1951: Most of this year was spent on building up the treasury, so I ordered a
Mardi Gras to raise spirits.
1952 : My island is suffering from a lack of people who can read! Time to build a High School. I also build two more corn farms and a tenement to help house all those
sniveling mangey peasents wonderfull, hard working free citizens.
1953: I order the building of a church, but my lazy labourers won't get round to it for a while. I build two more appartment complexes, which mean all the peeps are now out of their shacks.
Since I'm feeling like a very generous el presidente, I issue social security for all those old men and women.
1954: Nothings happening! How boring; I give my guards permision to use beat the revelers in nearby pub for entertainment.
1955 : The year begins with a lively
Mardi Gras (even though it's nowhere near Shrove Tuesday, by they don't know that).
In celebration of my five year presidency, I grant
Food for the People .
My logging camp is working very well, so I build a Lumber Mill.
At long last my builders compleate that church, but I am forced to call in a high school ed to staff it, as the school isn't very productive.
1956 : I issue the orders to build a hotel, but like the church the builders decide their drinking is more important than the needs of the community, and so progress is slow (well, non existant).
I also notice a little woman named Sandrine Deniau is running through the streets with a burning flag. Make a note to speak to her once I have a prison.
1957-58: What boring years. I build a health clinic, but not much else.
1959 : The apartments are bursting to the seems (literely, you can't walk down the street without people falling from second floor windows due to the number of people in the room), so I build another three to take of the presure.
Another
Mardi Gras brings the peoples happiness to over 50.
1960: To remedy the problem of the slow building work, I build a second construction office.
I write a not to myself saying "Horticulture station", with no idea what it means.
None of those high school eds are going to work in my lovely church! I therefore instruct the teachers to teach parocial education. It seems to make no difference.
1961: At last, my Hotel is finished. Now to start scaming tourists. He He He...
I also build four country houses, because there are four people still living in shacks. I figure they must love the location so much, the only way they'll move is by building in the same place as their shacks.
I also decide that closer relations are required with the superpowers, so build a diplomatic ministry, which puts my nest egg in Switzerland up to $10,000.
1962-65: Everyone is too busy listening to The Beatles to do much work, so very little happens. The population reaches 100 thanks to all that free love, and I hold a Beatle style
Mardi Gras 1966: The Beatles have moved on to more experimental things, which only my intelectuals like. I can therfore build a marina and set it "Boat tours".
1967-68: My people discover they really do like The Beatles new style, so agins not much happens.
1969: I am informed that my people are starving? Who cares? Well, supose I should, so I build three new corn farms for the sniveling masses.
1970- 71: New decade, new horrizons. I build a power plant and a collage to provide workers for it with workers. With all this juice, I decide letting go to waste is, erm, a waste, so I build a movie theater. The people are captivated by the strange moving images, and are delighted (honest) when they realise it is their president.
1972 : My people are getting a little unhappy, so I issue a tax cut (what a generous man I am). I also build three new appartment complexes.
1973 I suffer from a life thretning disease.
1974-77: I have discovered from my experience last year that healthcare is important. Of course, I had my own personal doctor, but others are not so lucky, so I build a hospital, fire all my clinic doctors and send them to work there, as well as persuading some other collage eds to get over their fear of blood, vomit, illness, death, hospitals, etc...
I also build a cigar factory so that those yanquis will have to visit their own hospitals more- and of course, they have to pay, but not with my Tropican NHS!
Of course, those shiny new buildings allowed my to siphon a considerable amount of cash off to Switzerland, getting my account there to over $20,000.
1978: The environmentalist are complaining about the smoke coming out of my cigar factory (it's a cigar factory, what do you expect? I'd be very worried if rose petals were coming out of it!)
Anyway, I issue
air pollution standards, but I think the damage is already done.
For the next episode of "The Great Dictator" (my AAR, not Charlie Chaplain's film), tune in whenever I can be bothered to finish it.
