Rollercoaster Tycoon Massacre
When my son was younger, he’d play Rollercoaster Tycoon. He was a pretty fair businessman, even when he was still in diapers. If one of the little brats in the park started ruining his reputation and hurting his bottom line because there were 4000 park-goers and one bathroom, or the little virtual snot-nosed kneebiters didn’t like walking on all the walkways spangled with vomit anymore, or God forbid, they vandalized something, he’d never try to appease them. He wouldn’t hire a janitor. He wouldn’t slash prices. No advertising. He’d pick the complaining noseminers up with his giant virtual hand and drop them in the lake.
Apparently, my son was a piker at this sort of thing.