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That, to me, really looks rather super! A nice picture - and the yacht emblazoned at the left adds a nice touch.

another_commander wrote: ↑Sun Jun 01, 2025 4:49 pm

Is that a pulsar? Nice!

holy crap. stunning

That is really cool! Glad to see that we've come a long way from the original shipset, although it will always have a special place in my heart!

Find it here:

viewtopic.php?p=301533#p301533

wow that takes me back what a beauty! nice work cbr

Oolite on LSD:



(Created by cranking up AgX saturation to beyond stupid level)

another_commander wrote: ↑Wed Jul 16, 2025 12:09 pm

Oolite on LSD:

...Pilot looks at viewscreen... ...Checks cockpit for quirium fume leaks... Asks unicycling unicorn to help...

another_commander wrote: ↑Fri May 16, 2025 7:48 am

Having fun with the bloom shader. In this pic, bloom overdose.

Is that some kind of very large installation on the planet or a magic circle?

It is some kind of mega-city with apparently very geometric and precise architecture.

The Ballad of cbr's Head

In the still of the night, when shadows creep,
A tale unfolds, where secrets seep.
There will be a screaming, a wailing sound,
When the head of cbr is found.

Rollicking 'round at the foot of the bed,
Beside his tootsies, where dreams are fed.
With eyes wide open, and a grin so sly,
It dances and twirls, as the moon drifts by.

The echoes of laughter, a haunting refrain,
As whispers of madness weave through the pain.
What folly, what mischief, what curious fate,
To find such a sight at the hour so late.

The walls hold their breath, the night holds its sigh,
As the head rolls and tumbles, beneath the dark sky.
A cacophony rises, a symphony wild,
Of terror and wonder, like a lost, wayward child.

“Who dares disturb this slumbering peace?”
The echoes demand, “Let the chaos cease!”
But the head just chuckles, with a mischievous glee,
For it knows all the secrets that the night cannot see.

So let there be screaming, let wailing take flight,
For the head of cbr brings both fright and delight.
In the heart of the darkness, where shadows conspire,
A rollicking head ignites the night’s fire.

And when dawn breaks, with its soft, golden light,
The head will retreat, fading out of sight.
Yet the echoes will linger, the tales will be spun,
Of the night when the head had its rollicking fun.