Session: 28 February 2009
Compiled: 1 March 2009
At my official arrival the people rejoiced for all of two seconds (I think, perhaps, they were jaded due to those previous) and immediately set to work, tilling the soil and standing around staring blankly at the sea and sky. I knew that to start things off correctly I would have to order the construction of several amenities. Naturally, I fired all but one of the workers for both the dock and the teamster's building. They would have little work to start, so I would not suffer to pay them to stand about like louts and dream of moving to America.
The additional §10,000 I had transferred into the treasury from my Swiss bank account would come in handy.
1950
April: I ordered the construction of a diplomatic ministry, which would take ages to be built. My peasants are slow it seems.
October: Lola Fuentes, leader of the militarist faction, decided to whinge about not having a strong military. I ignored her mewling, as there was presently no need for any soldiers.
December: Those worthless construction workers finally finished the ministry. I did not have time to even see about staffing it when my aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §18,968 in the treasury.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. All those with courage or leadership abilities of very good or higher would die by my hand (or that of a snake). Those who tragically met with death were: Juan Silva, Roderigo Seanez, Mateo Montenegro, Simón Cornelius, Pedro Calderón, Nomar Sanchez, Humberto Vicario, Egberto del Fuego, Esteban Alvarez, Lucho del Fuego, Lola Cervantes, and Lola Fuentes.
1951
January: For §500 I enacted an Anti-Litter Ordinance, aimed at cutting pollution in half, though it would be slightly detrimental to liberty for certain residents. It is never too early to start flogging the peasants! I also extended the hand of friendship toward Russia, gaining from them blueprints which would cut in half the cost of building both tenements and apartment complexes—not that my people would see either for some time.
April: I ordered the construction of four papaya groves southwest of the original four. They would be good for food diversity, and would bring in much higher prices when exported to other nations.
September: The first of the new papaya groves was completed. I realize that the construction workers have a fair distance to walk, but even so, I must consider recruiting an elite squad of mistresses, preferably those with exceptional flogging skills, in order to whip the workers into higher productivity.
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had a mere §11,570 in the treasury, with §1,901 in profits and §9,300 in special expenses. Flipping through the pages I noticed that the average worker pay was §5.17 while the Caribbean average was §8.10. However, before dealing with that, there was something far more important to do.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: None, shockingly.
1952
January: Wages for all uneducated workers was set to §9, and high school educated to §12. And, though I had no such positions, college educated worker pay was set to §15.
August: Five immigrants arrived on a freighter, drawn by available jobs and a pay rate higher than average.
November: The second papaya grove was completed, over a year after the first. I again considered ritual flogging of the peasants.
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §15,306 in the treasury, with §3,736 in profits and no special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Sandra Guerra.
1953
May: Four immigrants arrived on a freighter, yet not enough to replace those culled.
October: The third papaya grove was finally completed. It is an outrage that it takes approximately a year for these curs to manage a single building. It is very important to have a strong base for food, and these are necessary to that.
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §21,032 in the treasury, with §5,726 in profits and no special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Cesar Francisco, Andrea Alvarez, and Carole Thevenin.
1954
January: Estrella del Fuego, leader of the communist faction, sent a missive to whinge about the lack of housing. I ignored it for the time being, being much more interested in playing games thanks to the unobtrusive satellite dish on the top of the palace, solar panels, and other such oddities not available to the peasants.
April: Four immigrants arrived on a freighter.
July: The final papaya grove was completed.
August: One immigrant arrived on a freighter. I also ordered the construction of a tenement and a pub near the wharf.
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §19,082 in the treasury, with §3,850 in profits and §5,800 in special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Lucho del Fuego (I must assume the del Fuego family was known for naming its children after forefathers) and Esmerelda Moreno.
1955
January: Five immigrants arrived on a freighter. Also, I ordered the construction of a clinic in the hopes that my people would live longer lives and stop whining about the lack of health care (though why they object to snake oil as medication is beyond me).
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §22,878 in the treasury, with §3,796 in profits and no special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Mateo Alvarez, Conchita Estefan, and Isabel West.
1956
June: The pub was completed. How much more quickly the peasants build when they have not so far to walk. Lazy bastards.
July: The clinic was completed.
August: I noticed, much to my chagrin, that several children had somehow found their way onto my palace island: Javier Lobo, Dulcinea Lobo, and Pia Matise. How did they get there? I confess, I was at something of a loss. Would the people notice and accuse me of being a pedophile? Would they assume their missing children were in fact my children? Would it be necessary to kill them? Time would tell.
November: Five immigrants arrived on a freighter.
December: The tenement was finally completed, and rooms within were quickly snatched up by the peasants. A request was sent off for the hire of a college educated worker for the clinic at a cost of §1,500.
My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §23,738 in the treasury, with §8,360 in profits and §7,500 in special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Paolo Martinez, Scott West, Kirk Peterson, and Jesse Garrison. Amusingly, three of them were on the dock, which presented an interesting challenge when it came time to assassinate them. I used the shack as cover to do so, then quickly made myself invisible before slinking away to return to my palace. The nearby peasants were so blasé about life that they did not even react to three people keeling over in quick succession.
1957
May: The church I had ordered constructed was completed. Also, a request was sent off for the hire of a high school educated peon to become a priest, at a cost of §600, as we no longer had any males with that level of schooling.
October: Five immigrants arrived by freighter, one of whom was the priest. I ordered the construction of a marketplace and a high school. It was to my benefit to educate workers on the island, to avoid unnecessary expense in hiring fees.
November: Jamie Estefan, leader of the militarist faction, sent in a missive complaining about the lack of our armed forces. Again, I ignored this, knowing it was completely unncessary at this time to expend the funds to support such an undertaking.
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §23,780 in the treasury, with §11,592 in profits and §11,200 in special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Jacques Matise, Reggie Eastwood, Francois Matise, and Gloria Duran.
1958
August: The marketplace was completed, and I ordered the construction of a number of bunkhouses to line the roads to either side of the farms. They are generally quick enough to complete, though they only house two families each and are easily destroyed whenever a hurricane should pass by.
October: My aide alerted me to the fact that the people were becoming restless and wished for an election to be held in twelve months. A glance at the report showed that I was presently well-favored at 29/9, so I approved. Elisa Matise, a capitalist farmer, was to be my opponent.
December: Six immigrants arrived by freighter.
My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §37,584 in the treasury, with §16,603 in profits and §3,150 in special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Rosa Zapato, Olivier Matise, and Jacques Pomnitz. The shack on the beach was once again useful to me.
1959
April: A bunkhouse was completed, and six immigrants arrived by freighter. Amusingly, the bodies from the previous culling had yet to decay, and I must wonder at the thoughts of the farmer who disembarked the boat to see such a sight. Perhaps it might have been something like, "Time to get to work! Or I might end up like those poor sods."
May: A bunkhouse was completed.
September: My aide alerted me that the vote looked to be 37/10, and inquired as to whether or not I wished to 'interpret' 20% of the ballots in a way more favorable to myself. Naturally, I declined, knowing that the peasants were ever ignorant of my true nature.
October: The election was held and, as expected, I prevailed over my rival.
November: Rosana Guerra, leader of the local capitalists, sent a missive to express her concern about the heavy dependence of Tropico's economy on low profit activities like farming and resource-gathering, and to request more industry, or perhaps something to attract tourists. For the time being I ignored her, knowing it was not the right time.
December: My aide presented me with the yearly report. We had §35,856 in the treasury, with §1,727 in profits and no special expenses.
The hovering dawn of a new year was my signal to begin a culling. Those who tragically met with death were: Adrian Wilson, Briana Perón, Paula de la Concha, Sandrine Licois, and Rosa Lobo.