There is no such thing as a former KGB man.
- Vladimir PutinThe population just isn’t being submissive enough for my tastes. Therefore, I shall have to make up a crisis to scare them, then present a solution that conveniently involves surrendering more power to the government. It’s the perfect plan, you see.
What’s this? The island’s running out of food! Why, at the current rate of consumption, people soon will run out of things to eat, and the effect will spread across the globe. By 2015, everyone in the world will starve to death.
But! There is still a way out of this. Everyone just remain calm and surrender your personal freedoms to Big Government. Thank you for helping us help you help us all.
Trashman is still laboring away as a farmer instead of a soldier. At this point, I am going to have to resort to science in order to make him a soldier.
And now some random builder has become the leader of the militarists! I will have to do the same thing to her, and then wait for the science to take effect.
While I was dealing with sciencey stuff, the KGB dropped a proposal on my desk. Don’t worry, guys, I haven’t forgotten about you.
The freighter has just arrived! Now I have money to spend again. The big thing I need right now is a college, so I don’t have to keep bringing in foreign specialists.
I also bankrupted the treasury putting in a guard outpost and electric substation.
At this point, nothing left to do except wait for more money and for stuff to get built. Trashman 2.0, we completed our science on you.
Instead of bringing in yet another foreign specialist to serve as college professors, I decide to use the specialists we already have. Herra Totori and Firespawn, you two will be temporary reassigned as professors. You two are both experienced at your old job, so once we have college educated locals to serve as professors you two will be able to go back to your old jobs. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.
Flippin lazy dockworkers. They are almost as bad as the Teamsters and Construction Workers at not getting things done. Oh well, there are a lot of construction projects still not finished anyway.
Screw the environment. I want money.
It takes until next year for the dockworkers to finish their siesta and load the freighter like they are supposed to. Here’s your police station, Rudo. Hope you enjoy your first day on the job.
Poor Gortef and BritishShivans will have to find a new job now.
And of course, no one suspects that my real reason for shutting down the pub is so that I can convert it into a base of operations for the KGB. And anyone who claims that there is a foreign intelligence agency operating on the island will get ridiculed by the population and government alike as being an insane conspiracy theorist.
(Unless you are a police officer or high ranking government official, in which case you know they exist and know enough to keep what little you know about them a secret.)
Whoa whoa, wha wha wha? The food crisis is –real-?!
Fortunately, it seems that the only individuals whom died are unimportant, unnamed laborers.
I’ll deal with it later. For now, I need to find something to distract the population with, now that the bar has been shut down.
Really, guys? Can’t you wait until my schedule is less busy before you go on strike? Like, say, next year? No? Okay then, I’ll talk to you guys next year about it.
This strike will hurt my wallet, but I will be building my gun factory soon anyhow, so it is not a huge deal either. On a side note, I need to look into increasing the wages of the miners so make sure my mines are operating at full capacity.
Thankfully, the rest of the year is uneventful as I attend a diplomatic meeting with some Americano named Dilmah G.
Umm, did I say ‘Uneventful’? Whoops….
Hilariously, they are attacking the very same mine that has all the workers that are on strike.
Soldiers! Do your duty! Protect El Presidente!
