City Life 2008: The Beplayening, part two.Photo hosting courtesy of http://www.flickr.com**And if you know of a good alternative please let me know as I'm low on space.I've learned that while businessses and entertainment venus are staffed and used by specific groups, houses will be filled by whoever wants them, and people want areas based primarily on what jobs and amenities are nearby. I won't be able to build things to attract the more profitable groups with modestly successful businesses the reds and blues are running until I increase their numbers. So, my goal for now is to extend my two distinct neighbourhoods, and oh man, you can zoom right into the street!
And make it all dusky, like the red Fringe neighbourhood here. I immediately forgot about this function, obviously.There are several levels of zoom, and two are right down with a bird's eye view. Cars pootle merrily along, people wander about the streets occasionally greeting each other in gibberish, and you're free to take a little scenic tour of your town as it goes about its day. Even at moderate zoom levels, you can see the people mooching up and down. Lovely stuff.
It's true that the seams are visible here and there - people fade out of view at the end of half-streets, that kind of thing, but it's not a problem. There are people carrying shopping and men pushing buggies - men, not women, I noted with some respect. I saw a man fall down dead at one point, and passers by ran up and tried to help him. It's not amazing, but considering there's no practical purpose to being up close and you'll spend most of the game zoomed far out, it's a welcome detail. You can also click on any citizen you see for a tracking first person view as they move.
Babies? Pah! The women have more important things to do. Excellent work, miss.A few hours flit by. I'm by nature a rather cautious expander, prone to inexorably taking over and consolidating, then lashing out opportunistically, typically regretting it within moments. This is why I lose at chess, but am excellent in bed (sub please check). It's also why I almost lose the game minutes after I build something expensive, but let's not get a head of ourselves. For now, taking over! Inexorably! Prone!
Both settlements are doing well, though I get frequent whinges from a few literal fringe houses that they're too lazy to walk another 50 yards up the road to get to the shops (they can shove it), and some Blue Collars complaining that there aren't enough fancy businesses they can climb up the ranks in (they can shove it further).
"Billy dear, why don't you come inside now? They won't find us here. You're scaring the Joneses."For a village of 400 with three profitable breweries, these people sure are demanding. I've built the fanciest stuff I can for now though, so they'll have to put up with it. They really should have anticipated this kind of thing when they moved to a brand new town with a mayor so hopeless he hasn't even named the place yet.
A fire station becomes available, as do a few scenic things like parks and gardens. I notice that you can upgrade and downgrade existing roads instantly for a cost, which makes managing traffic much more convenient (though pricier - anticipating heavy use will pay off, as laying a major road is far cheaper than upgrading an existing one). It appears that you can't terraform, however, which could be a major dent in the game's long-term appeal. I also build some moderate-density houses, which I put down in both zones, for which the game congratulates me, and the grateful townsfolk expand my City Hall. Tum tee tum.
A bombing attempt by the Ghanaian People's Front meets its first and most passive resistance.Having grasped the basics, I continue to expand until the game decides I can have some more toys. This comes in the form of a few businesses and loads of schools and universities. Being a massive literary ponce, I immediately build a university in the middle of town. The building is so excruciatingly dull that it's outdone by both the neighbouring grocer's and a block of nearby flats, so don't expect it to be pictured. More importantly, I also fail to notice how expensive its upkeep is, as the sudden presence of good education attracted the first of an elusive sociocultural group, the "radical chic", and I got all excited.
You too could live in a neighbourhood by Crayola.Immediately, a bunch of yellow Radical Chic buildings became available. I set up a new neighborhood with a vegetarian restaurant, an architect's, several design studios and an R&D business south of city hall, and Johnny and Jennifer Yellow Hat came flooding in.
Now, as you can probably guess, the Radical Chics are basically massive ponces who love education and have all sorts fancy notions, making them harder to please than the Reds and Blues, but their sense of style and earning power can make City Hall a much keener profit than the proles. They are more educated than Reds - indeed, with sufficient education, Reds can turn directly into Yellows, and they can live happily among the Reds without the kind of unpleasantness we saw earlier.
The downside is that they are fussy. They demand educational buildings near their homes, and more
variety in basic services - A clinic or hospital alone will only please them for so long before they demand both. In a bid to please them, I spent money. A lot of money. And my modest £2,000 income plunges into an £8,000 loss. Ulp.
As an aside, we also get our first 'have not' resident, who moves into the new area. The Chics respond by calling the police, who react with exactly the kind of reasonable force we've come to expect from our police when dealing with poor people who have the temerity to exist in the same vicinity as them.
"You are hereby charged with being wilfully poor in a public space. Please put down your human rights and step out of the building."They don't last long.
Right now I have bigger problems. My budget is catastrophically lopsided. It's time to Tory up the joint. I demolish the university and
steal milk from some children close down some leisure services. This isn't enough, and without knocking down the schools that are keeping the chics happy, I won't break even. My finances are well into the red, so there's nothing I can do.
City Life doesn't have any budget sliders. You can't adjust tax rates or assign cash to services. The only way to make cash is to build profitable things and make sure they're fully staffed or occupied. Businesses make a loss if they're understaffed, and I simply don't have enough of them right now. I can't afford to do anything, so the only option I have is one I don't think I've ever taken in a game before: A loan.
Seriously, I don't "do" loans. In real life hard times my attitude has always been to simply eat less often, buy packing tape over shoes, and enact the occasional heist. In games it's always been to start again or cause as much mayhem as possible to see what happens. But not this time. This is my town, damn it, and if I have to run it off imaginary space money from the moon, then by god it shall run.
Patricia Knowles was last seen walking through Commietown alone, carrying several bags emblazoned with corporate logos. Police are baffled.Finances are extremely simple in City Life 2008. Indeed, the game makes very little use of statistics and numbers, with information in its menus presented very simply and clearly, and the finance screen itself directly showing you the most and least profitable buildings in town, and takes you to them with a single click. There are no monthly charts, and a loan is handled simply by giving you a limit and letting you choose a number below it. I end up taking the entire £100,000 that's available (for context, a house costs £25, a road about £1, and a high-earning Chic business costs £8,000 and turns over a maximum of £1,000).
I slap down loads of the most profitable business (R&D specialist), and dozens of mid-level houses nearby to work them. Despite some frustration as Reds insist on taking the houses instead at first, they're soon tempted away by some more houses and 'creative software' companies closer to their neighbourhood - turns out that after employment, services and entertainment, residents are tempted to move into neighbourhoods with others of their kind. With a few Blue factories to help out, pretty soon it all works out, and even with the loan repayments (which you can't renegotiate or pay off early. A little disappointing, but it's a minor complaint), we're making a respectable profit. The result is that we're not only saved, but now living in something that's actually worth calling a town:
Optional icons inform you when a house is under-occupied or its residents unemployed. Feedback is generally hard to fault.Let's have a closer look at Yellowton, with its residual patches of Redborough:
Yellowton, yes. They only look orange because they use same launderer as the Reds, to be more real, you know?ZOMG Spoiler! Click here to view!
"On Saturdays I like to hang out by the hospital, in case I get sick." ZOMG Spoiler! Click here to view!
Exactly the kind of people who would find graffiti and casual violence "charming". ZOMG Spoiler! Click here to view!
Apparently this thing is a house. I bet hoovering it is a pain in the arse. Meanwhile, our happy Blue suburb I don't have the heart to replace with flats:
You can almost hear the tutting disapproval of anything fun.And their higher-density housing fills up, forming a district with a rather unexpected, and rather tasty classical style. I can't get a good close shot of these as they're too densely-packed, and camera controls are limited to preset zoom levels - there's no vertical rotation, which is rather annoying. Sorry. I'll try to get one later.
I like to imagine the builders cackling as they put up the flats in the perfect spot to block out the sunlight for the neighbours. I know I was.Each time I reach enough cash to build a profitable business, I do so, and add a few houses. After doing this several times, I'm making a big profit, so expand like an actress's bust on poster day, linking the Reds and Yellows and building a satellite village for the Blues, who are in danger of being cornered. Thinking it'll save on the traffic that's starting to appear, I connect the new Blue town to Yellowton, which in turn links to a Red neighbourhood that's been threatening to turn into a slum for Have Nots.
I will regret this much later.
On the plus side, I find out that leisure activities will provide for everyone, but be most attractive to specific groups. Plus, rather than being a burden, they will in fact generate a profit if they're surrounded by houses of the correct culture. I trash the Irish pub in Redborough for this reason, and build them a concert hall downtown.
Ugh. Bass Drum? Their last two albums were wet poppy crap. Sellouts.Blueville for its part get a pub and restaurant, and the new area by the sea a rollercoaster, none of which which stops them whinging about wanting to move up in the world and become "Suits"; the fourth population group and counterpart of the Chics. These light blue types are investors, accountants and businessmen, who want a bit of education like the Chics, but are far more interested in security. They wants lots of very expensive cops and fraud investigators milling around to protect the piles of money they want to roll around in from the people they extorted it from, all the while guffawing about the suffering of others.
I don't much care for the Suits, incidentally.
We won't see them for a while yet though, as the buildings they need to work in are all locked, and I couldn't please them anyway as the non-tiny police buildings are all absurdly costly.
We don't need no po-lees no how, ah tell you what.So, for now, it's a case of steady expansion of each group, focussing on the Blues' heavy industry and the Chics' laboratories and pretentious hobbies, most of which involve being charged £95 for a couple of moist sticks and some vaguely Oriental chanting.
Meanwhile, I've been told I can open cheap hotels for the hundreds of people lining up to visit. These are straighforward and aren't an additional, complicated industry like in
Tropico - all you need is to place the hotel somewhere safe and attractive, with entertainment nearby. Put the cheap places with the Blues and Reds and they stay full, earning more profit. Easy money. I'm putting down a fourth when I'm told that the Reds are banging out so many sprogs that they want to tell the world about it.
"Brik" reportedly won the name vote by a narrow margin over "Dwat" and "Quetin".And so, with the population swelling and money piling up fast, both by tens of thousands, I leave you for today. We have pulled our toes from the fire, and after a slow and clumsy start, are about to plunge into the sexy waters of success. I leave you with this long-range shot of the beautiful place we're slowly killing:
If you look closely, you can already see the very earth itself begin to blacken. Progress!Next time on the Beplayening: Rich people arrive, and I find out just how much everyone secretly hates each other. GASP! As skyscrapers loom over town. QUAIL! As organised violence erupts in the streets. SHAKE YOUR HEAD! As the Mayor again bends over for newcomers and bankrupts the town.