I'm not sure what kind of roads exist here in 1900, but I'm going to require they be made much, much wider. I throw on some wheels and then some tires, making them as thick and chunky as possible - I might as well deplete the world's supply of rubber while I'm at it - and slap on a single enormous headlight, the better to blind any oncoming horses with my sheer awesomeness. I super-size the door-handles as well, because why not, and I decide to leave off the taillights. Why do I need to signal that I'm stopping? I don't plan to stop driving for anything, and if I do, it'll be someone else's problem. I put a mirror, presumably meant for the side of the car, on the rear, so anyone I speed past will see their own jealous expressions reflected back at them. The only thing I've overlooked is that my steering wheel is on the passenger side, or the European side, of the car. What we here in the States call "the wrong side." Oh well! At least this way I can pull right up to food stands and purchase enormous slabs of meat and sugary beverages. With my bright red behemoth designed, I retire to my office to let my turn-of-the-century eggheads build the prototype, and then begin production. I only have a single factory at the moment, but I crank up its production speed to full. This means they'll be built quickly, but not carefully, leading to a poorer product, but I don't want my cars to last forever. Gotta keep the buyer coming back for a new one every few weeks, right? I set the price at five times the production cost - luxury like this ain't cheap - and press the button, ready to produce this crimson beauty and drag my country into the next century, by which I mean the last century. Just asking my factory to start cranking out these hideous cars has instantly caused my company to fail. No warning at all, either, except perhaps from all those angry notices piling up on my desk stating that my company has been losing massive amounts of money every month while I've been tied up building this one terrible car. How massive is my failure? Rather than being able to start a new game, GearCity actually leaves me no choice but to exit to Windows, that's how bad it is.
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