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.
So I did what any desperate MSTS engineer would do:
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.
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.
