It’s the second year in my save file of Leafy Lake. The victory conditions call for 500 guests by the end of year three and a park rating of 600. I have 900 guests and a park rating around 700.

It’s a sunny summer day at the park. A beautiful day to die.

I clear out some space near the carousel for the tiny Shuttle Loop to be placed. This is intentional. I want the organ music to drown out the soon-to-be dying screams of my guests. Even on the Titanic, the band played until the very end.

Next, I place the Shuttle Loop and shorten the rail spur from 50 feet to 20 feet. I then add several boosters to the track outside the station and set the launch speed to 60 mph. I make sure the station can accommodate the largest train with the most cars to maximize casualties – eight cars holding 32 passengers. Finally, I dub the coaster Fastrack to Dyin’.

I create an obnoxiously long queue line because I want as many people as possible in line to watch the impending disaster. Turns out not many people were interested in this ride and it took 10 minutes to get the train to maximum capacity.

We’re ready for take off. I imagine the voice of a pimply teenager crackling over the intercom of the station:

“Attention riders! Welcome to Fastrack to Dyin’! Make sure all loose items are stowed away in the bins and please keep your hands and legs inside the car at all times. Thank you for riding the -“

The teenager’s voice cuts off as the train shoots out of the station at 60 mph. (It was fast – I almost didn’t pause the game in time to take screenshots). The train barrels through the loop and races up the 20-foot-tall spur.

Houston, we have lift off.

A game from 1999 that’s full of tiny little sprites can’t process the horror I unleashed.

Before the train even fully leaves the spur, part of the track catches fire. The last two cars on the train break free and careen toward the food court and carousel. They explode before they can land and their eight passengers die a fiery death. It’s like Fourth of July fireworks.

The rest of the train flies through the air and reaches a peak of 115 feet, according to the ride statistics. Vertical Gs were off the charts.

The sixth car dislodges and explodes in the trees while the remaining cars sail toward the black nothingness at the edge of the map. They detonate as they hit an invisible wall. All 32 passengers die.

The carousel plays a melancholy tune, as if on cue.