April 11th, of 2019.
I have been elected as mayor of Lolorolon. Loloron. Lolorolon. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it? No matter! Whether I can pronounce its name or not, I have been charged with the responsibility of all 10,098 citizens. May Armok bless their souls.
The bridge on the highway into town is tremendous! Surely, this is a city of great wealth.
The city is in a decent state actually; although much of Elitist Island hasn't been zoned and the forge district is in need of better fire coverage.
My first act is to zone some more residential space on the southern Elitist Island waterfront. The motto of the district is, "Where the poop meets the rest of the water." We want citizens to be perfectly clear what they're getting.
We still need more residential space, so I do the logical thing and spend the entire budget on an elaborate spiraling bridge into a new district.
Elitist Island is growing quickly, but for some reason people haven't snatched up the property right on Poop Beach.
Here's Poop Beach, just a month later. I've built an elementary school, and I figured I would allow pets here, since it's covered in poo regardless.
The entire forestry district is suffering! It seems that the populace lacks enough cheesemakers and beekeepers unworthy enough to be sent outside to chop wood. I'm de-zoning some of it in lieu of residential.
An added fire station allows the Forge District to build improved buildings. Now we have the facilities to attract expert blacksmiths!
A hearse! Death looms ever in the shadow of the volcano. This one is driving through the completely empty disctrict I built uphill earlier- for some reason, nobody wants to live away from the jobs and schools.
The traffic system entering Elitist Island is what one might call... regrettable.
It has been three months. Now I shall purchase the parcel of land to the northeast. I can tamper with the highway bridge there, and rumor has it the mountains are laden with gold...
To improve the traffic jam going into elitist island, I replace the elven offramps with suitable dwarven ones, add another bridge, and fix a highway interchange where citizens could only enter the highway in one direction and exit by the other.
Guys? Guys, what is this? What am I looking at? I mean, I know mayors are elected based entirely off of how exciting they are at parties, but this?
Train status: Elevated.
Traffic jam status: Eliminated.
Woohoo! We're big enough to start burning bodies! I take the added budget to build police, clinics, and a bus terminal.
Poop beach thrives, despite the name.
Power is becoming an issue. We're beginning to have brownouts, I'll have to simply burn more coal.
Huzzah! Not that I can afford one of those.
Alternatively, I build myself a few of these.
Near the highway, the gold rush has begun. It is January now, nine months into my mayorship.
It is February, and soon my term will be over. I've begun a new district. The onramps got a little wonky, and a result of one too many mugs of booze over the drawing board.
There is a bit of a garbage truck problem. I leave this as a gift to the next mayor!
Overall the city is doing quite well: It's grown, traffic's improved, and the budget is well in the black.
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