The question was how to get rid of a dictatorship.
I don’t think I specifically asked that question, but let’s.
And how about we Choose Your Own Adventure some answers? For this I can be the dictator. I’ve been recently “elected†into office by more votes than there are voters. I’m pretty happy with myself and flattered that the people chose me in such an overwhelming fashion. This has obviously gone to my head and I’m into day 45 of costly celebrations. I surround myself with only my closest allies and the soldiers tasked with taking care of my have all been vetted through to their distant cousins, are very well paid, and they aren’t overworked.
You are a high level government administrator. You have access to me, but not much. You aren’t extremely well paid, but your family isn’t starving. Your parents were killed by police in riots several months ago so you’re pretty grief stricken. You are extremely angry at the state of your country and my celebrations have pushed you to the edge. You’ve quietly been speaking with a small tightly knit group of close friends and family about the need for change. Everyone in your group is ready for action.
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You have an upcoming meeting with El Presidente (that’s me!) to discuss homelessness. His motorcade recently drove past a group of people with signs begging for food. He was disgusted. One of them almost touched the car so he’s having it repainted. He’s come up with a plan to eliminate homelessness by eliminating the homeless, just rounding them up and “moving†them to an underground location deep in the jungle. You’ve been tasked with coming up with developing a strategy to execute the plan.
Your group was very excited to hear this news. One of them has a tiny handgun that won’t be detected until you’re in your meeting. You have a fool proof escape plan and your friends will be able to hide you and your family for years if needed.
It’s meeting time. You’re in the room and I’m describing in detail the face of the disgusting swine that almost touched my car. Most of his teeth were missing, it was pretty horrific.
Do you;
Pull out your gun and shoot me (go to page 8)
Chicken out (go to page 23)
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You run through your escape plan in your mind. Just seething with anger you pull out your gun and get a shot off right in my chest. Your run to the door as per your plan. My guards gun you down. I mean, c’mon, you’re a government administrator and these are highly trained soldiers, you never had a chance of getting out of there alive. Within three hours your family and friends are all dead too.
I don’t make it through the night. A military general moves in to fill the power vacuum and things get a lot worse for the country.
The end.
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The bomb making party is a lot more fun than you thought it would be. Your cousin just hates the president. Turns out that homeless guy was his uncle and he was looking for some odd jobs to do after his store was looted during a riot. He was eager to help and was able to get the bomb installed and even wired to explode when the president went into his previous mini bar. How perfect is that?
I died obviously. Who doesn’t want a drink when being forced to drive past the unwashed mssses. If only they’d take the time to appreciate how good they have it.
You don’t survive either. One of the other people in the room that day, the one that stuffed all the ballot boxes wins the next election. He’s mean and doesn’t like celebrations. He does like killing though. The jungle plan was actually his and you and your family are the first ones there for waiting until the election was over to start doing it.
The end.
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A gun? What were you and your friends thinking? You’ll never make it out of the room alive. There has to be a better way. While I’m talking extensively about my car, more specifically the mini bar in the back seat, you remember that your third cousin is a mechanic for the government and one of your group does have bomb making capability. Just then I say something that grabs your attention and makes you realize there may be an opportunity to help the homeless people.
Do you
Tell your group about your bomb plot (go to page 15)
Tell me your plan to help the homeless (go to page 61)
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How could this be? The president just opened the door a crack to helping people get off the streets. He wants to build a dam, to create a lake in the mountains. It’s pretty treacherous terrain, but I’ve always wanted a lakeside cottage with a dock and a fishing boat, I think we can make that happen.
You suggest using the homeless people on a volunteer basis (as opposed to slave labour like I suggested) and creating a small town nearby to support the project and give the workers a place to live. You also suggest that while the dam will primarily be used to create a lake for my cottage, it may also have the benefit of creating electricity to power our cities and will create jobs and bolster the economy. It could be the first of many programs that restore our country as regional powerhouse.
Go to page 40.
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A year later.
The project is nowhere near completion. It’s a massive undertaking and it’s going really well, but a one year deadline was impossible to meet. Unfortunately, I expected it to be done in a year and it’s not, sonyou and your family will have to be made an example of.
The good news is that we have several other projects on the go and there are very few homeless people left on the streets. Enough to round up without much of a fuss at least. Our country seems to be getting back on track.
The end.