Setting
The whole island is controlled by the fearsome military.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Tropico is a part of 
Haven.
6 Characters Here
Raul Hernandez [54] El Presidente
Silver Surfer [53] Sentinel of the spaceways!
Ghost [12] Self-proclaimed Melting Pot of Friendship
Engineer [12] Ghost's dimwitted assistant.
Harlequin (V2) [1] Why aren't you laughing?
Raul Hernandez (V2) [1] El Presidente
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Raul Hernandez, "benevolent" leader of the nation of Tropico, takes a break from looking over his missile plans to watch security camera feed and see how his people are faring. Let's see... to the west there's the "for tourist" parts of the island, with numerous visitors enjoying the street vendors and the gambling dens all around - the lovely facade of the island, to divert attention from the not-so-nice parts. To the south, of course, was the less nice side - full of skinheads, thugs, and pirates. Nasty, slummy business, full of people who would love to take a tourist and do unspeakable things to them. Good thing there's quite a bit separating the two. And then the northern section, the dilapidated industrial sector. Numerous production facilities all working on schedule, despite more smog than probably necessary... oh, wait, what's that? It looks like some of the workers are going on strike due to poor conditions. Well, there was a "strikebreaker" button installed for a good reason.
Hernandez presses the button and sat back as riot police (also military police - they have many talents, mainly police-based) rushed onto the scene and started beating the rioters down. He then takes out a thick cigar and smokes it, a broad smile on his face. It's good to be El Presidente.
Hernandez presses the button and sat back as riot police (also military police - they have many talents, mainly police-based) rushed onto the scene and started beating the rioters down. He then takes out a thick cigar and smokes it, a broad smile on his face. It's good to be El Presidente.
In the skies above Tropico, the Silver Surfer comes flying into the atmosphere from the depths of space. Looking at the grim smog coming from the puny island below him, the Surfer frowns. Would the people of this planet forever seek to destroy their own planet? Would they forever be so self-destructive, even knowing the death that their pollution brings? No answer came to the Surfer. This is a day that would not decide such a matter. But perhaps for now, he could visit this piece of lonely land and learn more of it, as well as more of recent events on Unitas.
And with that, the Silver Surfer begins flying down towards Tropico.
And with that, the Silver Surfer begins flying down towards Tropico.
"STOP!" shouts the Silver Surfer as he lands near the strikebeaters. "For what do you reason do you harm your fellow man?!"
"They had the gall to complain that El Presidente was not treating them fairly!" shouted a strikebreaker.
"I do not claim to know what your leader has done, but I do know this: you are certainly not creating them fairly with such brutality!" exclaims the Surfer. "Never is there a need for such acts as this!"
"There is a need when the people start thinking they are BETTER than El Presidente!" said the strikebreaker. "Now out of the way, shiny man!"
"No, I do not think I will move." replies the Silver Surfer bluntly. "Not when you wish to harm those your government should be meant to protect."
The Surfer's board suddenly floats above the ground on its own, and begins flying into the strikebreakers, knocking them over.
Not prepared for someone who can fight back, the strikebreakers back away from the board to rethink their strategy.
The Silver Surfer turns to the workers that the strikebreakers had been beating.
"Are any of you seriously injured?" he asks.
"Are any of you seriously injured?" he asks.
The Silver Surfer says nothing, and starts to concentrate. A flood of Kirby dots cosmic energy begins to crackle forth from his body and wash over the workers soothingly.
The worker beckons his fellow workers over... but the strikebreakers fire assault rifles into the air, scaring the workers and scattering them.
The Surfer turns towards the strikebreakers.
"Have you not done enough?" he asks. "They are already harmed and frightened as it is!"
"Have you not done enough?" he asks. "They are already harmed and frightened as it is!"
"They were," said a strikebreaker. "Until some shiny man came around trying to make them feel better! Relief comes when you EARN it, not when it's given by a stranger!"
The men point their guns at the Surfer.
"Would you like to see what happens to strangers who think they can make Tropico a better place?" asked the same strikebreaker.
The men point their guns at the Surfer.
"Would you like to see what happens to strangers who think they can make Tropico a better place?" asked the same strikebreaker.
"No. Enlighten me." replies the Surfer as he walks up to the strikebreaker who just spoke and puts his finger against the gun's barrel. The gun then disintegrates.
The man looks down at what used to be his gun, then up at the Surfer, then back at what used to be his gun, then back at the Surfer, before trying to punch the Surfer.
The man succeeds. And winds up with a sore hand. The Surfer sighs. Do men such as these know anything besides physical force?
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