Dictator Alejandro Franco - an AAR in progress

[Privateer0]

I've read quite a few fine AARs here and quite enjoyed them. So, I decided to try my own hand at this. I hope you guys enjoy it, but if not, well, what's the worst that can happen - it'll sit here taking board space.  

I'll call it PG-15, just because there will probably be some violence and suggestive themes (the dictator is a womanizer ). If you have any comments to make at all, please do. It's my first AAR and I appreciate anything even remotely intelligent you have to say. Anyhow, here it is.

Jan 1950
What a waste! For days I have been refining my righteous angry speech to say to the face of the fool who calls himself "Presidente". A speech about the fool's gross mismanagement of the country and most importantly of the agriculture, which is the backbone of Tropico. Who, with a grain of intelligence in their head would grow corn for export when global markets are already flooded by it?! It is this foolish policy that made us poor, it is because of his idiocy that Tropicans live in shacks and don't even have a place to get a drink in on the whole island! Now my speech is useless, as the ex-presidente sits slayed by a stray bullet in his presidential chair. He can no longer hear it.

Perhaps I should start from the beginning. My name is Alejandro Franco. I am a Tropican by birth. Both of my parents were farmers and I have joined the trade at an early age. When I was 18, my parents sent me to a neighboring country to attend military school. I graduated with excellence, being very scholarly by my nature. That country was run quite a bit better than ours and I returned home with a strong conviction that the now ex-presidente was our problem. His small and inept security, if he had any, did not notice it and I was allowed to take a job in Tropico's small and quite neglected military. Although, to be fair, a soldier's salary was twice as much as that of a common farmer or dockworker, but that did not sway me. I knew, if our economy was managed properly, I and every other worker on the island, could be making twice if not trice as much!

So, my natural empathy for my fellow soldiers and other Tropicans has guided me to conduct a coup against our ex-presidente. I and my accomplaces have fought those palace guards who were still loyal to the ex-presidente, in the process accidently killing ex-presidente himself. His time of mismanagement is over. Now is my turn to rule and I will try to bring Tropico out of the hole it is now in.

I am sure I will make a better presidente than my foolish predecessor, especially if I can hide my flaws, however minor they may be, from the ignorant but quick to judge people. You see, I quite like senoritas, but who doesn't?! Only a dead man, like our foolish ex-presidente. Ahahaha! I like them in all kinds, but especially those very willing ones with fiery eyes and big, firm... er, anyway, where was I? Yes, well, at least now that my hands are in Tropico's treasury, I will be able to repay my gambling debts.

Jan 1950
I am still getting aquainted with my new position, but many things are clear as the sea surrounding our gorgeous island. First of all, I will reverse my predecessor's idiotic agrarian policies. Of the four farms, three are standing on land well-fit for tobacco, which costs twice as much as the corn they are growing now. I will order production switched to this more profitable crop. The fourth farm also stands on relatively elevated ground that is well fit for papaya. I will have them start planting it. Papaya trees will take many years to grow and start bearing fruit, but I am laying a foundation for the island's future prosperity. Yet, my people must have something to eat until papaya fruits become ripe, so I will order the construction of another farm on lowlands suitable for nothing but cattle or corn. I will also give a raise to my loyal comrades who helped me win power and are vigilantly guarding our country from its enemies at this very moment. I have long had thoughts about hiring more soldiers to replace the cowarly traitors who tried to maintain ex-presidente's foolish regime against us. I do not think the treasury can bear hiring a professional from abroad, but fortunately one of our dockworkers has a college degree. He is more than qualified to eventually become a very good soldier, and, I'm sure, will be delighted at the opportunity to double his pay.

Jul 1950
Things are progressing along well. The corn farm is now more than 80% completed and farmers at the other four farms have began planting their crops. With luck and their skill, we will have a highly profitable harvest next year to build essential services for the country. The future of Tropico grows in their fields.

In the meantime, my first two immigrants showed up. Monica Alvarez, a 19 year old construction worker from Spain is a very dangerous type. She is a hardcore communist, likes liberty more than anything and in addition has exceptional leadership. Because the island is now short on hands, I will leave her be. But at the first sight of trouble I will deal with her ruthlessly. The last thing we need is rebels conducting raids on our farms. The second immigrant is George Parker, a middle-aged English farmer. He is also fond of liberty he is used to in his homeland.

Sep 1950
The new corn farm is now fully built and staffed. There seems to be some inefficiencies at the docks. One freighter is docked, while other two are just cruising by, unable to use our port. Perhaps some extra hands would help.

Jan 1951
A year in power. Quite the time it was. Unfortunately, nothing has been exported from the island this year, but thanks to the 3,000 in aid from our Russian friends, we have managed to cover the running expenses, albeit the construction costs still ran very high. This is mostly due to the huge cost of erecting and outfitting a Foreign Affairs Ministry, another area foolishly ovelooked by my predecessor. I am hoping to exploit our good relations with the Russians and secure more of their assistance, so the investment in a Ministry will pay for itself many times over.

May 1951
Excellent. The Foreign Ministry has been finished and, as it turns out, our old friend, Raul Fernandez, who worked as a docker with his college degree, has a wife, who is working as a common farmer while herself also a college graduate. After some minor persuasion, Rosada took the job as my chief diplomat. Her efforts already paid off, as we managed to secure especially valuable aid from the Russians. Their efficient tenement and apartment blueprints will aid us tremendously in providing decent housing for all Tropicans.

Jan 1952
Alas, the tobacco crops were still not ready this year. Even my extensive experience with agriculture cannot make nature bend over backwards merely because the country's economy needs it. We were briefly in debt, until our Russian friends came to the rescue with 4,000 in aid. An increase I attribute to the efforts of Rosada Fernandez and her staff. On a positive note, a pub has been completed and now the people have a place to take a well deserved break from their hard work. I have encouraged the male construction workers to consider a change in careers, as the harvest is coming up, while our treasury is low and the country needs less building and more shipping.

May 1952
Finally. The first shipment of tobacco is sold and the treasury is slightly below 5,000. I decided to use some of this newfound wealth to build housing for our hardworking people. If fully utilized by married couples, the tenement will house almost half of our population. What a change compared to that foolish old regime!

[Severous]

Excellent Privateer0.  

A lot of effort.  Thank you.

Is your interest in Monica Alvarez just her threat to your leadership ?  

[Privateer0]

Oh, el Presidente has mucho, mucho interests.   Unfortunately, Monica seems to have either left the island or ran off to the woods. Must not be free enough for her, I guess. Pity, I was hoping to one day make her el Presidente's intern. She has a fitting name, too.  

Jan 1953
Our year end balance sheets look quite impressive. 10,000 worth of tobacco has been sold, and about as much lay at the docks ready to be shipped out. The treasury stands at a healthy 9,000 with the tenement still under construction. Have I not promised three years ago that sensible management of Tropico's farming will bring us prosperity? Here it is.

Jan 1955
Not a lot has happened in the past two years. The first tenemtent has been finished and settled by our essential workers and married couples and works on the second housing project continue on schedule. The religious faction seem concerned about the lack of temples on the island. Theirs are valid concerns, I find, but construction of a church will have to take a back seat to the more urgent issue of housing the people. The shacks in which majority of them still live are absolutely awful. It is a disgrace to us all. Exports of tobacco have boomed, joined by whatever papaya our groves produced over and above the needs of the people. The treasury now stands at 44,000! Now that we have the funds to finance wider construction, perhaps a second construction office is in order. I will have my people see to it.

Because of our newfound prosperity, the pay of uneducated workers island-wide has been raised to 6. Educated workers' pay remains at 12.

I am also saddened to record that one of my soldiers and loyal friends has died of natural causes. This great defender of Tropico will be sadly missed. As there is no fit replacement for him among our own people, I am forced to enlist the aid of an international employment agency to attract a foreign-trained soldier. It is a risky business, as a lot of foreign immigrants seem to have very high liberty expectations, but it is the only thing I can do. This sad state of affairs underlines the urgent need of education facilities here on the island.

Mar 1955
The overseas recruitment drive went better than I expected. Our new warrior is one Ivan Moore from Nassau. At 30 years old, his only loyalty is to the militarist faction, and his liberty hunger is very modest. A 2, I would say, on a scale from 1 to 10, the latter being the most freedom-loving. He is more concerned with his job and the respect of his leader, which he seems to have plenty of. The only bad thing I can say about Ivan is his poor courage, but as we don't expect any serious trouble soon, it should never come into play. I hope.

Jan 1956
Our revenues have dropped slightly compared to the boom of last year, but the economy is still quite healthy. The second tenement has been finished, as has been the second construction office, and a foundation for the church has been laid. Even with all the extra expenses, our treasury still rose above last year and now stands at 49,000. As the economy is in great shape, I am thinking of enacting a 'special' building permit. After all, it was me who brough this prosperity to the people. It is only fair that the leader takes a small share for himself.

May 1956
Hmm, the first test of my strength by the foreign spies still loyal to the old Presidente, may he rest in peace. The have subverted one of our very own citizens, Consuela Wall, to protest publicly against my fair leadership. Or perhaps she is one of the spies herself? I wonder. She is complaining about her job and her housing, while living in the best tenement on the island and making more money than she did under the old regime. No, she is definitely a spy! But I must keep my head cool and be gracious. Consuela has a large family and I would hate to take away their mother and wife. Perhaps she is simply misguided. I will give her a few months to change her mind and stop, but if things get worse, she will be dealt with. I must be gracious, but I must also be decisive.

Jun 1956
What a good girl. Consuela realized her mistakes and no longer protests. The foreign spies may be very persuasive, but our people are also very smart. They realise the lies sooner or later. Perhaps I ought to invite her to the palace and congratulate her personally... in a very, very close fashion... Hmm, no, that will just cause her to resent me further.

Jul 1956
The church has been completed and I have enlisted the aid of the same overseas agency to attract two skilled priests, who will be tasked with saving the souls of our people. My next order of the day is the construction of a clinic.

Oct 1956
One of our farmers - Edgar Cadiz, is protesting. The fool is most unhappy with living in his meager shack, but also has complaints about liberty, his job and me, personally. As previously, I will monitor the offender closely.

Jan 1957
Edgar Cadiz has finally stopped his silly protesting. Took him long enough!

The intellectuals are complaining about the lack of liberty on the island. Fools. Haven't they seen how much things improved since the old regime was removed? Do they want me to stop caring for the needs of the people and start caring about how to get reelected? Or do they wish our bold soldiers to stop patrolling the streets and allow thieves and foreign spies to run amock? Only criminals would want that. Are they criminals? I wonder.

The exports dropped slightly again, but the treasury still grew to 53,000.

Jan 1958
The exports have bounced back up, putting us at 57,000 despite the construction of another tenement, in place of shacks close to the farms. The intellectuals are complaining about the lack of high-school. I couldn't agree more with them, especially after the outrageous fees the treasury paid to attract two foreign doctors, two priests and one more soldier. As soon as possible, we will have a high school.

May 1958
I have personally presided over the grand opening of the island's third tenement block, conveniently locaded close to the farming district. Now most of our people should have decent housing. I feel quite happy, delighted at the warm welcome the farmers have given me. Especially the single 26 year old Analisa Zapato. She was so thrilled to get her new flat, she invited me in to personally inspect it. Hehe, I haven't had it this good in a while. She must really love her ruler!

"Oi, Pablo! Arrange me an appointment in the clinic." Those scratches on my back are still hurting.

Pablo has informed me that "the people may be calling for an election next year". Fools. Who are those "people"? What are their names?! Good people love me. They don't need elections and anyone demanind it is surely a spy. I will instruct my soldiers to be extra vigilant and report those dissidents who seek to unseat me and plunge Tropico back into chaos.

In the meantime, I have ordered the construction of an immigration office, an appartment building to house those most valuable to our society and finally an airport. Yes, Tropico will soon become a hub for great flying machines. Not only will it boost diplomacy and business of our island, but most importantly, I need somewhere to operate my personal jet from! I hear those things really help you to pick up chicas.

Oct 1958
Rosada Fernandez, of all people, was noticed briefly protesting in front of the church against the lack of religion on our island. She is a good woman, the head of my Foreign Ministry, while her trustworthy husband is one of my loyal palace guards. She was, of course, right. The two priests simply could not cope with the influx of parishoners. I only wish she could have brought it to my attention in a more discrete manner.

[Privateer0]

Jan 1960
Things are going well. The treasury has almost recovered the money spent on building projects. The apartment is complete and filled, but as it only houses six families, I decided to build another one. An election was asked for, and naturally refused. The people supported my decision and no serious trouble followed, although there was one public protestor, he quickly realized that he was alone in his anger. Ahh, it's good to know the people love me. Perhaps I should go out and experience some of this love myself. I'm told there is a cute new barmaid in our pub.

Jun 1960
Another protestor. A skilled farmer, a good mother of four children, and also a wife to one of my loyal soldiers. Shame! She is not even particularly unhappy, overall, yet feels the need to protest, even after all the great things I have done for Tropico. No, no matter how you put it, some people are just plain ungrateful.

May 1961
Finally. Although construction has been hampered by rough terrain, Tropico's first school has been built. This asset will help build Tropico into a great country with many soldiers, industry workers and just smart people. Speaking of which, I should give some thought to developing our industry. As profitable as our tobacco farms are, if we could make finished cigars right on the island, we would be able to make a lot more money. Not that we're desperately short, but it couldn't hurt. It will also shut up those annoying Capitalists and bring me more respect among them. Hmm, yes. As soon as the school is established, we will build a cigar factory.

Jun 1962
First two students graduated school and were put right back to work there as teachers. Fore recognition of their hard work each teacher has been treated to a special ceremony, a raise of pay to 15 and a special private congratulation by el Presidente himself. People speculate the latter part may have had something to do with both graduates being good-looking young women, but those, of course are just rumors. Or are they? Hehehe.

Plans for a new Cabaret and a Cigar Factory have been made and financed.

May 1963
The Cabaret and the factory are finished. School enrolment is at capacity. I have personally examined the Cabaret. Mmm, perfecto! My soldiers will be very pleased. Protests are becoming a frequent occurance, despite the people's quality of life rising steadily. This can only be explained by foreign instigations. Apparently spies loyal to the old regime are still plentiful thirteen years after its end. Which reminds me, this is my thirteenth year in power. A poor sign. I hope nothing terrible happens.

Jul 1963
That is outrageous! Two young good-looking school graduates have gone to work at the cabaret. Foolish youths. I had my soldiers seal off the building and had them perfomr for me all night long. That made them realize cabaret work was not for them, and now they are employed at the factory.

Jan 1964
No profits this year, as all tobacco has been shipped to the factory rather than sold. I hope we can make it all up next year, when cigars are sold.

More protests occuring, most of them among people who are not desperately happy. I am beginning to think that our current army is insufficient to protect the people from themselves. An Armory is to be constructed.

Apr 1965
There is a staffing crisis in the military. Simply nobody wants to be soldiers, or has the ability to, for that matter. Since two of my palace guards with college education left their posts to take command at the armory, I am having trouble finding people to replace them. These individuals must be militarists with an education, preferably of high bravery and of low liberty desires. If I cannot find two such people, how can I find six later on to staff the extra guard stations?! Perhaps I am just going to have to settle for sub-par soldiers.

Jan 1966
I am pleased to note, now that our military is expaning I have scarecely seen any protests at all. Good work intimidating the peons, err, I mean keeping the peace, my loyal soldiers. Last year has been all good news. In addition to fewer protests, the cigar factory has pushed our exports to an all time high of 30,000, cigars accounting for two thirds of that sum. This has pleased the island's capitalists and gained me respect among them. A three-way good news! Speaking of three-ways, I'm off to the cabaret.

[Fidel_of_the_internet]

muy exelento very good  

[Severous]

el Presidentee Privateer0

You have a repution for being a believer in the saying that 'variety is the spice of life'...  Does there need to be more variety on your island..not of the female kind you understand... but in foodstuffs?

[Privateer0]

Variety in foodstuffs? What nonsence!    My people's diet is very well cared for. On even days they eat corn, on odd days they eat tasty papaya. They are happy and in good health because of it.

In fact, I am beginning to think you have connections to foreign spies, who want my people to get fat, lazy and unhappy.  

[Severous]

Ah I see it now...that additional corn farm you built.  I recalled you switched your initial four to Tobacco x3 and Papaya x1. Had missed the new corn farm.

[Privateer0]

Jan 1967
A rather routine year it has been. A couple of buildings have been finished including a new guard station. Now that our army is growing into a considerable force, our enemies - both foreign and domestic - should think twice before causing trouble. The leader of intellectuals has once again complained about the lack of liberty. I think I will let her. Shooting this traitor would only give more validity to her claims.

Jan 1968
A lot of construction has been done on the airport, but the project is not nearly finished. The landscape of our island is such that workers have to excavate outrageous amounts of soil to make it flat enough for the planes. Still, it is progressing, even if the housing shortage is starting to show. There have been numerous protests and Pablo informed me that some people talk of an uprising. Let the traitors attempt it, I say. Let those who wish us ill show their true colors. With roughly ten percent of the population being my loyal soldiers, the traitors are sure to be squashed.

Jan 1969
The promised uprising has never happened, as our cowardly enemies have dug deeper into their holes, terrified by our fine soldiers. The airport is not built, and it now seems will take a very very long time to complete. The housing problems can no longer wait, nor can the unemployment. I have ordered the construction of two new tenements and one construction office next to the airport. Thus, we will kill two birds with one stone.

Jan 1970
The construction office has been finished and immediately staffed fully by the formerly unemployed people. How convenient. Perhaps now the communists will stop their annoying whining about income disparity. In a display of my borderless benevolence, I have designated on of the newly built tenements social housing and charge no rent on it. The unemployed, orphans and the elederly are thrilled. And here's another news. In the face of prudish moralists, my annual trip to Las Vegas has been profitable. More profitable, in fact, than any of them will make in their entire lifetime. As an honest citizen, I have deposited 600 into public coffers. Aren't I nice?! "Now, Pablo, about those pesky protestors..."

Jan 1971
I have been doing some reading (borrowed books from our high school's library). It seems that the best way to show the people they are protected and you are firmly in control is to make them see your presence. Of course, I knew that before. That is why my loyal soldiers patrol the streets daily. But soldiers can't be everywhere. They have to eat and sleep eventually. I thought, "wouldn't it be nice if we could have imitations of soldiers everywhere?" And then it hit me: stone! Not literally, of course. I would have anyone who dares throw a stone at me shot on the spot. But making stone statues of our brave soldiers, both present and historical, and installing them around Tropico would truly instill safety in our people. We can start with the statues of me, the saviour of Tropico, who bravely tore it from the clutches of its evil former Presidente and brought peace and prosperity to all law-abiding people. Yes, that would be excellent. "Pablo!!!"

Jan 1972
Efforts to tighten government control are progressing well, although despite best efforts and numerous statues the inner city streets are still not firmly under control. Foundations for a new Armory and a guard tower have been laid. One of our doctors has died. A sad event, that got even sadder when the bill for his replacement's recruitment has been presented to me. Almost 5,000! With the new armory coming online soon, I simply cannot afford this kind of prices. A college is definitely in order, even if it will breed those pesky intellectuals. I will see to it that the curriculum includes as many military courses as possible, just like our school's.

Jan 1973
The college is built and a professional professor ordered from abroad to teach. My old aquaintance Jorge Montenegro, whom I have vainly tried to make a soldier after he recieved his school diploma has now proven useful. As the only school educated male on the island, who is not serving in the army or the church, he will be our first college student. Using all the tools in my disposal, including threats to fire his wife from the ministry and evict them from their dwelling, I managed to get Jorge to attend college. When he graduates, he can help our new professor with the new students. I don't suppose I want his kind serving in my armories.

Jan 1974
Our improving relations with the United States allowed us to request their assistance in the construction of the airport. Their blueprints for airports and electrical stations will be of great help for any such future constructions, but are, unfortunately, useless for the current airport project.

Jan 1975
The airport is still not built. In fact, there seems to be very little progress with the excavation of the soil. How many years has it been? Seventeen?! Perhaps I ought to have those reponsible shot.

The overseas professor does not seem very happy. He is an anarchist. Nothing worries him, except liberty. What a fool. Does he not realize that if every person was free to do however he pleases, he, the skinny professor, would be the first to feel some brute's heavy stick on his funny-looking glasses. How can a person be so smart as to teach in college and so stupid as to not realize this simple truth at the same time?

Jul 1975
Outrageous! A man has starved to death while there was more than enough food at the farms. The problem seems to be that people have to walk across the island to get food. While it will not bring the poor starved soul back to life, I have ordered the construction of a downtown food market, and made this project a top priority. This must never happen again!

Jan 1976
The marketplace is built, and so is our island's first newspaper: "Soldado de Fortuna". Good old Rosada Fernandez again spearheaded this important project, just like she did our Foreign Affairs Ministry decades ago. What a great lady. Our national heroine, I dare say. Perhaps I should have a statue of her built after her death. Hmm, I will think about it.

The latest report from the armories indicates that our efforts to tighen security have paid off greatly. Most of the island is firmly in our grip. Long live my brave armed forces!

[Fidel_of_the_internet]

Very good but my presidente you relise a minor mistake you made? there is a large red area in the corner off youre ilsand and small red patches in the heavy population areas around youre palace surly you watch eho prepares youre food as it appears rebels are close enough to you to slip arsinic in youre food maby afew gaurd post in te rebelious areas and some new statues?

[Privateer0]

Ah, yes, those were, unfortunately, due to staffing shortages. As the military became more powerful, we have flushed the pesky rebels out of every corner of the island. Now the only way they can survive is by hiding and pretending to be loyal citizens.

Also, I am going to stop doing such detailed accounts on years when nothing of interest is happening. The first couple of decades were fun, buy now I'm sure everyone is already tired of it. So, it will be brief descriptions of important events and pictures. It's pictures everyone is after, anyway, right?  

Jan 1982
These six years were rather uneventful. Our campaign against foreign spies is going well. Protests are fewer in number and shorter. The ground for airport's construction has finally been levelled. The only thing remaining now is to erect the structures and pave the strip. Meanwhile a whole new town is being built on the remote and formerly unoccupied end of the island. It began with the construction of a power plant and housing for the workers, but they would also require a guard tower for defense, whose soldiers would need additional housing. A marketplace would also be in order, eventually.

Feb 1987
Finally, the airport is finished. Construction time: 29 years. This must be a world record. Although, I bet the USSR could beat it. From what I hear some of their construction projects take so long, they are old enough to be demolished by the time they are completed. Hehe. Anyhow, it's time to try out my private jet. "Pablo, get the senoritas from Foreign Affairs. We are going to visit Vegas, err, I mean on a trade mission to the United States, yes. No, in fact, let's make it the USSR. They don't happen to have any casions there, do they? No? Well, I'm sure our comrades will think of something."

[Privateer0]

I have some news that I am terribly sorry to report. I bought Tropico Mucho Muncho recently and just to be safe, have removed the original Tropico from my PC before installing MM. Later I realized that I still had saves there, including the saves for this game...   So, this is where this AAR ends. In a rather inconclusive way, I'm afraid, but there is little I can do about it.

[Severous]

Thats bad news.  Was enjoying that - especially with pictures    A pity the saves were not 'saved'.  Many games now give us the option of not deleting the saved games when the uninstaller is run.

Any theories on why the airport took so long to build?  Other higher priority projects for the construction workers, or a very uneven site that had to be extensively levelled or...?

[Fidel_of_the_internet]

I had a airport about like a millon miles from my construction office it only took about 3 years or less on lumpy terrain and heavy veggitation

[Privateer0]

A pity the saves were not 'saved'.  Many games now give us the option of not deleting the saved games when the uninstaller is run.

I know, and this one probably did too. Too bad I'm rather good at computers (2nd year CompSci in university), so whenever I uninstall something I make sure to go back and clean up all that the uninstaller didn't delete. Don't like garbage left on my system. In this case the "garbage" was actually useful stuff.

Any theories on why the airport took so long to build?  Other higher priority projects for the construction workers, or a very uneven site that had to be extensively levelled or...?

Yup, it was the excavation and leveling and the fact that it was on a remote end of the island. With a tiny island like this with a pretty high top point, that was the only place to stick it. Plus, of course, there were other construction projects. I couldn't go 20+ years without building anything else. If you look at the screenshot where you actually see the airport, you'll notice how steep the inland side of it is, as well as how high the structure sits despite the fact that it is no farther than two or three squares from water. A lot of dirt had to be shoveled to and fro in order to form that platform.

If you've enjoyed this AAR, I will probably do a similar one from scratch sometime. I still haven't gotten my peons to rebel against my iron fist ruling style in a fair way (i.e. without deliberately bulldozing the island madman-style). I will try the next one on a higher political difficulty and on a somewhat larger island, plus, with the use of all the awesome features of PI.  

[Fidel_of_the_internet]

To make youre mor........errrrrrrrrr PEONS rebel get perfect harmony with millitst and communist then flush every one else and make sure those are the biggest factions so when you hold and election change the ballots no matter what then make a ton of gaurdstations and armourys then just to keep them from all out rebeling give em afew cabbersts or whatever and some houseing