As I approached the first distant signal (a Hungarian Előjelző ), it showed green. Good. I passed it. Then, 300 meters later, the main signal— Főjelző —snapped to red.
The scenario ended. A score screen popped up: I laughed. The ghost of the Győr signal had won—but I’d delivered the bauxite.
My cab flickered to life. The voltmeter needles twitched. The brake pipe pressure climbed to 5 bar. Outside, the yard was a ghost town of static switchstands and unlit semaphores. I released the independent brake, notched the throttle to 1 (the MSTS default “lowest crawl”), and eased out of the siding. msts hungary
I reduced speed. At the signal post, I clicked the wiper— click, click —and the signal flickered green for exactly two seconds before reverting to red. I rolled through the interlocking at 8 km/h. The ghost train’s model flickered into view—a translucent V43, its windows dark—and vanished as I passed.
The V43’s electric hum—a flat, looped .wav file—drone-droned as I accelerated past the yard limit. First challenge: the single-track section. The timetable said "clear path." But MSTS had other plans. As I approached the first distant signal (a
I saved the replay. Outside my window, the real world was just waking up. But in the silent, frozen world of MSTS Hungary, the V43 1133 sat in the siding, engine still humming its low-res hum, waiting for its next engineer.
I’d chosen a night freight: , from Székesfehérvár to Komárom. Locomotive: V43 1133, the Szögletes Kigyó ("Angular Snake"), in its faded blue-and-cream livery. Cargo: twenty-one hoppers of bauxite. A simple run. Sixty-seven kilometers. Two hours at most. Then, 300 meters later, the main signal— Főjelző
Székesfehérvár yard, 3:47 AM. The MSTS world was quiet—too quiet. The skybox was a flat, pixelated purple, and the only sound was the low drone of a diesel shunter frozen mid-task on a siding. I’d downloaded the "Hungary Map Pack" three days ago. The readme promised "realistic MAV (Hungarian State Railways) operations, complex signaling, and authentic V43 locomotive physics."
I slammed the emergency brake. The hoppers clanked against each other like angry dice. I sat in the silent cab, watching the red lens glow. No AI train in sight. No manual switch indication. Just… a red.