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[Sambo]

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
- William Gibson, Neuromancer

A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. . . . The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there.

- William Gibson, Neuromancer

[Tornado6]

That entrance is not too shabby. I would probably, if possible, add more gardens or 1-tile scenery items.

[lucas92]

Hmm, it's fine like that. Nice that you start a new rct3 park.

[Sambo]

Not much grows on the edge of that crater. There is a greenhouse on the crater floor and a few plants about, but it is a pretty barren place there in the impact crater...

It's interesting and eerie to see people materialize in the chamber and walk out the portal to the "entrance".

[coastercrazy]

Your backkkkkkkkkkkk!!! Great work man.

Keep it up!

/CC

[Sambo]

The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn't repair the damage he'd suffered in that Memphis hotel.

- William Gibson, Neuromancer

A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there.

- William Gibson, Neuromancer

He'd operated on an almost permanent adrenaline high, a byproduct of youth and proficiency, jacked into a custom cyberspace deck hat projected his disembodied consciousness into the consensual hallucination that was the matrix.

- William Gibson, Neuromancer

[JJ]

I'm in love with that first screen.

Edited by joshiejack, 02 August 2007 - 10:04 AM.

[wabigbear]

WOW! Most impressive! These are gorgeous screenshots...

[Leonardofury]

Seriously impressive, well done Sambo.

[Sambo]

It's an interesting life down in the crater...