Delving Into The Madness That Consumes Players Of RollerCoaster Tycoon

January 4, 2014 | No Comments » | Topics: Video Games

by Sapharodon

I had the original RCT on my dad’s PC as a kid. Oooh, I loved that game. Every time I built a financially stable park and had high ratings and a fat wallet, is create a project I simply called "the Island."

I’d create a vast lake with a several tile long patch of land in the centre. I’d build all facilities necessary for life – bathrooms, stalls, even entertainment and carousels. I’d even put a maintenance man in to clean the spills and a mascot to keep children happy in their newfound home.

And a new home it would be for all the guests I hand-selected to live on the Island. They may have wanted to leave the Island, having a home and family to return to, but after a few weeks they would learn to like this land and their new "family" of guests. They had everything they could possibly want, and I was in the financial situation where I could offer them all services for free. Life was a heaven for them, whether they liked it or not.

But I was not a fully constraining God. If the guests truly wanted to leave the Island, there was always one way out. A massive, custom designed Loop-de-Loop roller coaster was the only method of leaving the island, capable of launching the riders off its end. It was expensive, terribly so, but some antsy guests were willing to do anything to return to their past lives, and I was kind enough to grant them their wish. As they’d excitedly board their final ride on the Island, they’d feel excitement yet apprehension, as though something felt terribly, dangerously wrong.

The ride would take off. Acceleration would launch the riders at incalculable speeds through the loop. As they reached the end of the track, reaching towards the sky, they’d realise they had made a terrible mistake. They would launch, and from above see the park sprawling below them, in the distance the town in which they lived in. Some could even see their homes, and for a moment forget their terror for their longing.

The ride car would then fall. They were far past the lake now, hurtling towards the ground at a hundred miles per hour. Some would cry. Some would pray. Some would laugh. Some would apologise profusely, begging me to let them back on the Island and forget they ever wanted to leave. All landed in an explosive, fiery crash that caused bumper cars to jitter all the way through the park. They denied my heaven, let’s hope they found their way to a better one.