The progress bar on El Presidente’s computer was stuck at 49%.
"The GOG version, Penultimo! No DRM! No capitalist shackles!" El Presidente stood and gestured wildly at the window, overlooking the docks where a single freighter sat rusting. "Once that second archive is extracted, we will have everything. The Voodoo DLC to curse our enemies! The Propaganda DLC to tell the people how happy they are! We will even have the Quick-dry Cement plant!" Tropico.4..v1.06.ALL.DLC.GOG.part2.rar
El Presidente leaned back, lighting a cigar that cost more than the annual budget of the local clinic. "You see, Penultimo? In Tropico, we don't need luck. We just need a stable connection and a high-speed mirror." The progress bar on El Presidente’s computer was
El Presidente squinted at the screen. The file name was a mouthful: Tropico.4..v1.06.ALL.DLC.GOG.part2.rar . To the citizens of Tropico, it was just data. To El Presidente, it was the blueprint for his legacy. No capitalist shackles