As the fighting intensified, a policeman took cover in a crowded beachfront restaurant.
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Traffic on the road leading to the beach came to a dead stop, and drivers sent their cars into panicked U-turns and raced back home. I watched the rebels steal through the slums and then converge on the police station. The strikers carry little signs and gather motley crowds to them. Tropico 4 is a lovely and lovingly detailed game that rewards your efforts with attractive and informative visuals. Eventually the war arrived at the beaches as my policemen, the remnants of my army, and the guerrillas battled it out in the streets. There were few volunteers for my bloody civil war, and I started losing control of the island. My army survived a couple rebel raids, but they sustained heavy casualties and I had trouble replacing them. Revolutionaries from around the world came to join them, and the USSR stopped providing subsidies. After I killed the strikers, they headed to the hills and started a major insurrection. The Communists, however, denied me that time. With a little more time, everything could have been put right. The docks reopened (at reduced staff), and the surge in exports brought a brief recovery. Since I couldn't buy them off, I did the next best thing: I shot them dead in front of dozens of onlookers. I was clinging to life thanks to my struggling rum factories, and a handful of justly-aggrieved dockworkers were about to destroy those, too.
My foray into the tourist trade had been an unmitigated disaster, and all my funds were tied up in an empty luxury hotel and cheap bungalows. Their demands were entirely reasonable, and a little bit of money would have made the entire problem go away, but I didn't have any money. So when my underpaid longshoremen went on strike, my already shaky economy started to look terminal. They bring in the immigrants who grow the economy, the imports that fuel and feed it, and the exports that sustain it. This is just the type of downward spiral that forced me to murder my dockworkers. Rather than building upscale condos and entertainment options, El Presidente must instead tamp down crime and unrest in the tenements and shantytowns that crouch near the sweat shops. Throw in a costly natural disaster or political event, and suddenly there is no easy way to progress. It's hard to make everybody happy when your economy depends on scattered strip mines and clear-cut logging camps, and a dip in commodity prices can be deadly. The campaign difficulty steadily increases, and some islands are quite challenging. In Tropico 4, there seems to be no limit to the number of ways you can split the baby. Now living quality is on the rise, and the environmentalists are happy as well.
Perhaps the environmentalists are angry over the rise of industry, but I can mollify them with parks and anti-pollution ordinances. Fortunately, a little business investment increases prosperity so much that social services are fiscally painless, and now the communists and capitalists are both delighted with me. The interests I balance interlock too conveniently, which means most of the fun "dictatorial" gameplay options are only useful in cases of incompetence or pure malice.įor instance, glancing at the faction relations table shows me that the communists want a social safety net and better healthcare, but those are both expensive services to offer. In my fourteen hours with the game, I have never had to steal an election or declare martial law. But Tropico is a city-builder, and the answer to most problems is not a vicious crackdown but a new round of zoning. The whole game carries the threat of political violence: the militarists demand more soldiers and guard posts, loyalists beg you to mobilize the secret police and cancel elections, and by twos and threes discontented citizens turn to crime or join the rebels in the hills. Tropico 4 arrives after a year of political discontent exploding into burning barricades and gusts of tear gas, and it would have been fascinating if Tropico 4 fully explored its Cold War-era, dictatorial theme. Even the communists and intellectuals have been yielded to the bourgeois hellscape I have created. The people of Tropico 4's do not fear the tread of the jackboot, but are instead smothered under the heavy yoke of first-rate entertainment options and lucrative employment opportunities. To my great disappointment, I am a benevolent dictator.
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