My cab flickered to life. The voltmeter needles twitched. The brake pipe pressure climbed to 5 bar. Outside, the yard was a ghost town of static switchstands and unlit semaphores. I released the independent brake, notched the throttle to 1 (the MSTS default “lowest crawl”), and eased out of the siding.
The simulation loaded.
The V43’s electric hum—a flat, looped .wav file—drone-droned as I accelerated past the yard limit. First challenge: the single-track section. The timetable said "clear path." But MSTS had other plans. msts hungary
And somewhere near Bicske, the ghost train still waited, its cab empty, its signal eternally red. My cab flickered to life
I coasted into the receiving yard at 25 km/h. Brake application. Throttle to idle. Stop marker reached: . Outside, the yard was a ghost town of
So I did what any desperate MSTS engineer would do:
