Re: Santa Clara
Sam said:
Until I read your first post, I didn't realise this was RCT3. I presumed it was some adapted version of NoLimits, or 3D modelling software.
That's how amazing this is.
Wow, thank you Sam! Really appreciate it. ;D
NastyPasty said:
Omfg dat iz rubish get of da forumz.
Seriously, where do I stop complimenting? How do you achieve such beautiful foliage and ambiance? How do your paths flow so naturally and beautifully? How is your vista so balanced and well designed?
I honestly don't know. This just pushes the limits of what is possible in RCT3, everything is so, so realistic. The winding paths are so organic in shape and I just feel like I'm right there. The whole park just feels so real. It doesn't look like RCT. Most people avoid their park by building on angles but yours doesn't have those sharp angles; it has loose curvature and not-quite-perfectly-flat terrain. It just oozes sophistication.
I'll stop gushing now.
Haha thank you Nastypasty!
I just take ages to do things, it's not that I'm particularly good. But I'm really glad it comes across as realistic and not too on-the-grid. I'm also lucky that I have a computer that won't get upset when I throw catastrophic amounts of foliage at it. Thanks again!
Fredward said:
Looking as fantastic as always!
Can't wait to see more
Thank you Fredward!
DiogoJ42 said:
I love how photographic your pictures look. They are always a joy to see.
I think I need to start using custom trees in my future projects.
Thanks Diogo! ;D Glad you like it. Yeah, custom trees really make a huge difference to a park, mainly because the in-game ones are so cartoony and bright.
The Park Inspector was lonely.
He longed for company, but there was no one to talk to. He spent his days alone, trying to keep occupied, distracted from his own sadness
.
He rode the monorail alone, as always, and sat facing backwards. He didn't want to see where he was going.
As he stepped off the monorail he paused. He had done some re-roofing, and as he gazed upon his work he wished he could show someone his achievement.
He went for a ride on the rapids, but it was an experience best shared. Being wet alone wasn't so much fun.
He had decided to do a painting of the new temple...
...but he felt like its smiling face was mocking him so he turned away.
The new raft ride only served to make him feel more isolated, more adrift, and more lonely.
...whilst the towering structure of the new flying coaster intimidated him.
Riding the flume didn't cheer him up, but he could convince himself that the water on his face was from the splash, rather than that of his own sad tears.
His favourite activity was to ride the shot tower. Blasting into the sky allowed him to clear his mind and daydream of a happier future.
He always dreamt of the same thing - the park was open to the public, and he could share in the delight the guests experienced.
He would ask them how their day was, and laugh with joy at their happiness.
He would ride Tornado with them, and join in the screams as their feet almost hit the scenery.
And he would stay up late, enjoying the lights and laughter coming from the Twister.
But those were just dreams.
As he fell back to Earth, the Park Inspector remembered he was alone.
There was no-one to share the terror of a ride on Tornado.
No-one to take his picture as the train swooped over a corkscrew.
As the day wore on, he climbed aboard the truck ride, wishing he could simply drive away from this place.
And once again, night fell over Santa Clara.
And the Park Inspector was left alone.
