A Russian ambassador, who had already heard of our fine pubs, visited me with some vodka from his homeland. It's amazing what you can do from simple potatoes, really! After a bottle I knew exactly whose friend I wanted to be.
However, the Americans weren't happy with my decisions. As a revenge they refused to bring me anymore of their cheap cigars. Well so what, I say! I'm El Presidente! I'm making my own cigars from now on! That camel was a dumb mascot anyway!
Our fine empire has grown!
However, the people also have become more sober after my welcoming party. They have suddenly invented democracy and decided that they want elections. Nonsense! Who could be better than me? No one, obviously, so I decide to humor their silly little request.
Meanwhile, after a few years of building pubs and other more important stuff, the fundies also get their playground. Maybe they will now stop whining.
Hmm, oops. I though when they said "Red Tide", they meant that a shipful of red wine from Spain had stranded on our shores and decided to go for a drink. Which reminds me, the fine island of Tropico doesn't have a doctor...
However, now we have a high school. I'm bored at all these dumb people around me.
The elections come. I arrange 25% of the people to oppose me just so it would look like a fair competetition. Anyway...
Of course I win...
...And throw a party again, so people like me more. My first ten years as El Presidente have been very glorious. And this is just the beginning.