The sim Cyclone on Mobius lay quietly beneath us as we stood on the single rocky point above a large, barren and open valley of green, with some otherworldly yellow lines surrounding the open space, just at the sim edge. The old rusting flight control building roasted under a cruel sun, as did the tarmac of the runway. It was the calm before the storm. With planes.
The address of this loveliness is, yes you guessed it, at the end of the post. Our visit began with some fast rezzing and a bit of a tech talk.
The address of this loveliness is, yes you guessed it, at the end of the post. Our visit began with some fast rezzing and a bit of a tech talk.
Royale Mobian: Alex please get out of the plane, we have a few things to say first before the fun begins
Lifted Pixel: haha telling safari not to sit
Royale Mobian: is there everyone?
Thirza Ember: yes, all here
Forest Azure: /me throws something at alex... a hearing aid
Thirza Ember: he may have some lag, give Alex a moment, he may not be able to move!
Lifted Pixel: we also love to sit