I tried to be a good leader in Suzerain and was sentenced to life in prison

I tried to be a good leader in Suzerain and was sentenced to life history in prison

The president and his intimidating moustache

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When I was elected president of Sordland, a middle-sized Cold War republic in Suzerain's pastiche of Eastern Europe, my goals were simple. I wanted to rewrite the country's undemocratic constitution, overturn breeding and healthcare, prevent a warfare with our northern neighbors, and get around the exponent of the fatty cat oligarchs profiting from the miserable of my people. And I was going to lie with complete with no corruption, no knavery, and no authoritarian fury.

I died some decades later in a supreme security prison disconnected the coast of Antel, having been impeached and framed for high crimes against the tell before my maiden term all over.

As Anton Rayne, the fourth president of Sordland, Suzerain puts a lot on your plate. Through a combination of a choose-your-own-adventure-style visual novel and a Paradox-esque, map-based resource management game, you take up to commit the young republic forbidden of a terrible recession while dealing with entrenched, corrupt political factions and a looming border struggle. Along the fashio, you'll require to choose between spending more time with your family or spending more time with your lic, and determinative to align yourself with the laissez-faire West or the socialist East—unless you give them some the snub.

A newspaper in Suzerain — (Image credit: Swain Traveller)

There is a lot going happening, simply the mode IT frames decisions Eastern Samoa written cabinet meetings and ritzy state dinners ensures things never feel too overpowering. Setting my military budget includes a lengthy debrief from the commander of the armed forces and my defense team minister along what to prioritize. Building a new road means hearing bids—and maybe beingness offered outright bribes—away different firms that want the job. It's truly alone, and I loved barely about every minute I spent with it, even out though my presidency ended in personal disaster.

Note: The following will contain spoilers for one of the twenty operating theater then possible endings for Suzerain, including details of a major side game. You may want to go back later if you plan to work IT without any pre-existing knowledge that might determine your decisions.

For honor

The backstory I set up for my Rayne during the in-depth prologue was of a middle class kid World Health Organization became a imperfect rights active and joined the socialist youth during his university long time, which were interrupted aside a subject coup that established the electric current organic law. Pickings the oath of position decades after, I put back to work spending state funds along health and infrastructure generously, while defunding the military and department of justice and handing out contracts to state-closely-held companies rather than the common soldier superior golden by my predecessor.

Suzerain's map — (Image credit: Buster Traveller)

I grinned triumphantly when I not exclusively refused a large bribe from a unworthy fat cat angling for my government contracts, but told him to his face that we would never be friends and I'd as soon see him boiled in oil. I was not only a crusader for workers', women's, and ethnic minority rights, I was an unblinking, uncompromising, incorruptibly principled ideologue with a complete petit mal epilepsy of deceitfulness. I refused to work with anyone I well-advised self-serving operating theater misguided, and I would tell them as much to their faces. I wouldn't even lie to a child murderer to get a confession out of him. This attained me much of enemies—many of which I would not even have intercourse about until it was also late, since I sort of effectively abolished the police. In look back, that was an oopsie.

I did a lot in four years. I kept all of my military campaign promises, completely nationalizing the largest companies (to the fad of their former owners), investing heavily in health care, funding huge infrastructure projects, and getting rid of gender segregation in schools to give young women the same career opportunities as men. Maternal and infant mortality rate plummeted. Actor productivity basically double. And, OK, we did end prepared in a debt crisis as I was perfectly unafraid of compensatory spending (something I think Suzerain is a little likewise harsh connected you for) and caused private capital to flee out-of-pocket to my iron-fisted Communist approach to the economy. But, you make love what they sound out about making omelettes.

Judgment Clarence Day

As my basic term neared its end, I was planning along fending off a military coup. I had never given them a single red cent in whatever post where I was prompted to exercise so. In fact, I gutted their uncastrated budget to invite social programs and removed their jurisdiction all over intrinsical policing, bighearted it to the civilian section of the interior. They hated me, and I knew they did. Only the coup I saw upcoming ne'er came, because the enemies I didn't know about were already ten steps ahead of me.

Suzerain overview screen — (Image quotation: Fellow Traveler)

The Old Guard, representing those loyal to the retired dictator Tarquinius Superbus Soll, and the conservative wing of my own United Sordland Party, had been hard at work in the shadows patc my underfunded secret service twiddled their thumbs. Despite the fact I had ne'er shown anything other than outstanding moral character reference, they manufactured a cause against me that not only led to my impeachment, semi-truthfully blaming ME for the current debt crisis, but had me sentenced to life story in prison for largely manufactured and trumped-up crimes against the posit.

In the epilogue, I rotten away in the island prison of Antel Shake, feeling I had failed the family I left behind. A family I had gone to good lengths to reconcile with and keep close to my fondness was ultimately torn apart aside my sublime ambitions and zealous pursuit of what I believed was best for the people. Simply in the final scene, with my children coming to visit me on my deathbed decades later, I chose to tell them that I regretted nothing.

I bless the Raynes

This could be seen as a "bad" finish, just IT was my ending. Ned Sodding lost his head for living his values in the face of any tribulations, and my Rayne was much the same. Did I set the most good I could have, though? If I had been willing to compromise with the conservatives, or kept the regular army loyal, or decided to split the shares in those voluminous companies instead of nationalizing them fully, could I have won a second term? If I'd allowed myself to Lie and mislead those I knew to be bad actors, could I give birth beaten them at their possess game? With more clock time and many political Washington, could my reforms have been even more comprehensive and no-hit?

Suzerain is a enchanting game in that it won't allow a truly unerring nonpareil of moral excellence to succeed. You have to produce some compromises. You have to pick a devil to bash a wad with or they'll all link up against you. You don't have the budget to maintain a racy secret constabulary that will shield you from your ruthless political enemies and fund every school and healthcare clinic in the country at the same time. You have to do sacrifices somewhere. I chose to sacrifice my freedom and ended my days in prison, but I wouldn't have had it any separate way.