The Altera Centauri collection has been brought up to date by Darsnan. It comprises every decent scenario he's been able to find anywhere on the web, going back over 20 years.
25 themes/skins/styles are now available to members. Check the select drop-down at the bottom-left of each page.
Call To Power 2 Cradle 3+ mod in progress: https://apolyton.net/forum/other-games/call-to-power-2/ctp2-creation/9437883-making-cradle-3-fully-compatible-with-the-apolyton-edition
In Desert Bus, the player drives a bus along a straight road between Tucson, Arizona, and Las Vegas. There are no other vehicles, and the scenery consists only of dead trees and bushes. The player can open the doors at occasional bus stops, although no passengers will get on. At a top speed of 45 miles per hour (72 km/h) and a route length of 360 miles (580 km), one ride takes eight hours in real-time. The bus automatically veers to the right, requiring the player to regularly counteract it, and the game cannot be paused. Completing a drive between the two cities grants the player one point and the option to turn around and travel the route in the other direction. When the player drives the bus off the road, it gets stuck in the sand, overheats, and must be towed back to the previous stop in real-time.[4][7][8] In a planned competition, the highest-scoring player would have joined Penn & Teller on a real trip from Tucson to Las Vegas in a party bus and a subsequent visit to the Rio hotel and casino.
I am not delusional! Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go dance with the purple wombat who's playing show-tunes in my coffee cup!
Rules are like Egg's. They're fun when thrown out the window!
Difference is irrelevant when dosage is higher than recommended!
I am not delusional! Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go dance with the purple wombat who's playing show-tunes in my coffee cup!
Rules are like Egg's. They're fun when thrown out the window!
Difference is irrelevant when dosage is higher than recommended!
ok i'll post it but it is for entertainment puproses.
if someone finds it opffensive and want to take it down i understand. even i am a bit divided (lathough it gave me a guilty chucle)
I am not delusional! Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go dance with the purple wombat who's playing show-tunes in my coffee cup!
Rules are like Egg's. They're fun when thrown out the window!
Difference is irrelevant when dosage is higher than recommended!
I am not delusional! Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go dance with the purple wombat who's playing show-tunes in my coffee cup!
Rules are like Egg's. They're fun when thrown out the window!
Difference is irrelevant when dosage is higher than recommended!
The morn doth break with a solemn tolling from the belfry, rousing the brethren from their austere pallets long before the sun hath pierced the frosty pane. We rise in the shivering dark, wrapping our woolen habits tight against the chill wind that whistles through the northern vale, and make our silent way to the chapel for Matins and Lauds. Our voices blend in Gregorian chant, offering up our earliest thoughts to the Almighty while the rest of the mortal realm slumbers on.
When the dawn finally casts a pale, meager light across the snowy courtyard, the day divides itself between sacred prayer and honest toil.
Some among us bend low over vellum, illuminating holy scriptures with crushed lapis and pure gold leaf, preserving sacred wisdom against the ravages of time.
Others tend to the vegetable garden, chop firewood, or prepare the meager midday meal of dark rye bread, salted fish, and thin ale, partaken in absolute silence while a lector reads from the lives of the saints.
A portion of our daily labor is ever reserved for the poor who gather at the heavy oak gates, seeking a crust of bread or a soothing word from the brethren.
As the sun dips low beneath the horizon, painting the snow in shades of amber and violet, we gather once more for Vespers and Compline. The day closes as it began, in quiet contemplation and humble petition for divine mercy. With the final curfew bell, we extinguish our tallow candles and seek our cells, content in the knowledge that our humble, secluded lives are anchored wholly in steadfast devotion.
I am not delusional! Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go dance with the purple wombat who's playing show-tunes in my coffee cup!
Rules are like Egg's. They're fun when thrown out the window!
Difference is irrelevant when dosage is higher than recommended!
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