Arriving here, but knowing we cannot get off and walk across the platform to take a run North or South. Sadder still, in this Niddertalbahn on PS5 running TSW4 for PS5, a branch half-way down the line slaps the driver right thru the cab. Why not fix that ? O gawd ! In Eichen my passengers are 1 on the platform but a dozen standing between the tracks ! Who tests these routes ??
In the 2 minute setup timetable task, my train goes to the right but the points are not set for that turn ... i hope this is not common, because the better the graphics of the customer, the more glaring the graphics errors of the vendor ... or is it all like a family, and i must smile and eat the under-roasted pink pork ? the half-baked strudel ?
Like any normal family, there are periods of calm contentment, there are periods if frosty relations, and there are periods of all out nuclear war. Generally speaking as long as the point is valid, not subjective, is evidence based and conveyed well, then there is more of the former than the latter. Unless you're married, in which case assume every interaction will run from Defcon 5 to Defcon 1 faster than the speed of light. Make all your points unintelligible, from the next room and never in print. That way you might survive..
If this post is actually meant to be a bug report, 1. the issues you talk about are very hard to understand by anyone else nor you provided any footage of it. If you want that something gets fixed, provide enough information to be able to replicate the problem, and 2. post it in the Troubleshooting forum but not here in the general discussion.
the place is called BAD vibel, that should say it all, it has BAD in the name, it can not be a great place to be
Beneath some fallen leaves; On the forest floor, Lies a bird; silent. Chirping no more… The once esteemed beauty Of his golden feathers, Are now washed away, By the rain and awful weather, His wings are bent and broken; He can barely fly, The eagle-like heart he once had, Is now beginning to die. No one looks up to this bird anymore. He is just another fallen object, Lying on the forest floor… The little bird, as he dies, Looks up at the blue skies, And no one even stops to cry, Or to feel any emotions inside, As his heart beats its last song, No one wonders if they have done wrong. As it was, the bird just needed love; Love, all along. But there was no one there, To mend his broken wings, There was no one there, To listen to the song he would sing. The people were too busy, And too controlled by wealth, To care at all about nursing a bird, Back to proper health. They could not look down, To the broken, sad, and poor; And spot a little bird, Lying there, On the forest floor, They could not bend down, And cup him in their palm. They could not sooth him, And make his beating heart calm. But there was Someone, Up in the sky, He watched sadly, As the little bird slowly died, His hand reached down, From the place in the sky, It carried the bird up, up, Way up high. Now the bird is free, Free again. Free to chirp, free to sing, A song of no end, But, down here, Where the bird once lay; On the forest floor, Things get harder; Worse than they were before, More things die, And drop to the ground. Things vanish away, Without making a sound, And while they are now happy, We can not ignore, The bird we left there to die, On the forest floor.
