#trsi

[tsa-society]

"how much is the fish ?" or do you like clowns ? However, this fine art was released at the deadline demoparty which was, who wonders... held in Berlin. Done for TSA , Abyss Connection and TRSi

[leftyfreeman98]

TRSI Stars Cracktro Remake

Last Modified: 29/07/2024

Another remake of a cracktro that has been widely used on many cracked releases and spred on platforms like the Amiga and PC-DOS coded by Hetero/TRSI. Not the exact camera angle here as in the original, but the concept is largely the same. Also added the handle zooming in and out as a cherry on top. :P

[aaureos]

Checkmate - The grave of kindness

A Divergent rewrite

Summary: As a new dawn lights the city of Chicago, Marian Eaton is tasked to make the most important decision of her life, in what faction will she choose to belong? Can a broken and scared girl survive in a world where kindness is weakness and nobody is truly you friend? Marian is not sure, but staying in Abnegation is not an option.

Chapter 2 - Choice

Since my birth, everything around me has been grey: houses, clothing, furniture and, after a while, even people.

Life in Abnegation has always been this way, simple and repetitive, and that’s how it’s supposed to be, it’s the Abnegation way.

Ironically, my father, one of Abnegation’s leaders, never cared to follow the rules. He always makes sure to put on a good show in front of others but I know how he really is.

Me and my brother are the only ones to, but it doesn’t matter because in the end, he  escaped, leaving me alone with him.

I’ll never forgive him for that.

I wake up before my alarm has time to go off and, still dazed and half asleep, I push away the grey sheets and stand up tentatively.

The sleepiness doesn’t seem to go away, it makes sense, as I spent most of the night turning and tossing in my bed, thinking about today's choosing ceremony.

Getting out of my room and into the hallway, I’m careful not to make any noise, as to not wake Marcus up.

I tiptoe down the stairs to the living room and go straight to the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of us.

Nothing fancy, the usual, just two bowls of plain milk and cereal and a mug of coffee for my father.

I don’t drink coffee, I find the taste revolting but my brother always loved it, he used to drink it all the time even if we weren’t allowed to because my father saw it as a form of self indulgence.

As I move around the kitchen, heavy steps inform me my father woke up from his slumber and I already know he’s in a bad mood.

When he reaches the table, pulling out a chair from underneath it, I flinch, almost spilling boiling coffee all over myself.

“Mornin’” he grunts, not even raising his head to look at me, and I’m quick to go back to making him his coffee “Good morning” I repeat, setting the table for breakfast.

I serve him quickly, worried he might get angry if I take too long, then put down my food and sit awkwardly across the table from him, mixing my cereals in silence.

In Abnegation, us children aren’t allowed to speak during meals unless directly questioned or spoken to.

I pray to myself this will be one of those days where he ignores me and we spend the whole meal staring at our food in silence.

Of course,it never is.

“You need to get ready for the choosing ceremony,” he mutters, staring at me through his mug, the coffee’s steam makes him look like his head is fuming, I nod “I won’t ask what faction you’re going to chose” his eyes pierce right through my soul “You’re staying here, with me” the mug collides harshly with the table and I jump so hard on my chair I almost fall backwards on the floor “Is that clear?”, his voice sounds like a bark, mine’s barely a whisper “Of course”.

The truth is, I’d love to stay in Abnegation but I just can’t, even if the test says I should. I just can’t, being here is slowly killing me and I don’t know how much longer I’ll last

Marcus nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer and in response, I shrink further in my seat.

My brother left Abnegation three years ago today, our father never told which faction he chose, maybe out of fear that I’d choose to follow him, but the beating I got that day sent me into Erudite’s care for a while and it’s something neither my mind or my body will ever forget.

To this day I’ve never seen him that angry.

I’ve never seen my brother since either.

After breakfast I go get dressed, I find my clothes neatly folded in my dresser, I don’t own that many so almost half of it is empty while the other is occupied by small grey piles of similar articles of clothing.

I stare at it for a second before grabbing the usual: Grey long skirt, grey midi skirt, grey sweater, grey jumpers, grey shirts and jackets…

Everything looks either the same or similar so it’s never hard to choose what to wear.

After washing myself and getting dressed, I find trying to tie up my hair today is more annoying than usual.

My hair’s way too long for abnegation’s standards, reaching almost my mid back but I don’t have anyone to cut it for me.

Mrs. Prior used to do that for me but since her daughter left, I’ve avoided doing such things as to not remind her of Beatrice’s absence.

I get out of the house earlier than I should, I don’t want to go to the ceremony with my father, so I take the bus right before his.

The Hub is further in the city centre than my school is and today, being a city event, the bus is particularly packed.

While the bus goes from stop to stop, from Candor to Erudite, I stand in a small crowd, barely keeping my balance and almost tipping over an Erudite woman a few times.

“You should be more attentive” she hisses, pushing up her glasses while the bus brakes hard and I’m once again shoved into her.

I apologise profusely while the doors open and I try to make my way out the bus “I am so sorry miss” I blurt out, stepping into the pavement, hurrying to not get crammed in the crowd waiting at the stop.

The Hub is a monumental building, standing at a hundred stories, it almost looks like a deity, judging us from above, ready to come down and destroy us at any minute.

Trying to zig zag through colourful dressed groups of people, I make my way towards The Hub’s square which somehow is even more crowded than the inside of the building.

Sometimes I forget how many people live in this city, every year we reunite for the choosing ceremony and each time, I’m shocked by the numbers of people that show up.

Each member of each faction is invited to assist the ceremony but not all choose to participate, some for choice, others for work reasons.

Most Abnegants prefer not to indulge in this, choosing instead to keep working or staying home to take care of their houses and their children.

The Erudites say it’s because our numbers are dropping each year and we’re ashamed to show ourselves to the other factions, but it’s not true.

My hands tremble as I walk through the big glass entrance,I look around, “I wonder why all these people are here” I say to myself “How many of them are like me? Are these their families or just people that are here for tradition?”.

The way to The Choosing hall is quite intricate, a labyrinth of halls and rooms leading to the stands.

Every faction has their own, most people haven’t sat down yet but it’s clear that the smaller one is reserved for Abnegation, while the bigger is Amity’s.

The “Choosers’” stands are mixed and we’re made to sit in alphabetical order, creating a weird mismatched rainbow of colours.

This year's Ceremony is hosted by Amity, it’s clear by the colourful decorations of the hall.

Drapes of flowers and green branches animate the room, new rugs have been put in place since last year, a golden hue accompanying each of my steps, the podium where the faction’s leader makes their speech is decorated with Orange tree branches, fruits hang from one of them while others are ornate by small white flowers.

When I reach the choosers stands an Amity man touches my shoulder lightly “Hello,What’s your name, sister?” I instinctively retract from his touch “Eaton, Marian Eaton” I answer, and he points me to my seat, which is higher than I expected.

From up here I can see most of the stands well, the room is almost full now, each faction has taken their place and Johanna, Amity’s leader is taking her place on the podium.

While I dry my sweaty hands on my skirt, a small figure makes her way towards me, eventually plopping down on the empty seat on my left, she looks calm, peaceful, sitting criss-crossed on the seat and humming something under her breath.

I look at her with the corner of my eye, careful not to seem intruding, she’s pretty, even for Abnegation’s standards, her long blonde locks almost reach her lap and her brown eyes seem to glow under the warm lights of the room.

On my right there’s an Abnegation boy, he sat down right before me and now he’s staring at his shoes.

I know him, Isaac Elliott, he lives a few houses down the street from mine, I never really talked to him but he still greeted me when I sat down.

The room is very noisy, but as Johanna raises her hand to call everyone’s attention to herself, trying to start her speech, everyone quiets down,-

When she starts reading the manifesto of the factions everyone listens attentively, looking at her.

Everyone but one, I feel a gaze burning through my skin and I turn to Abnegation’s stands, to find his eyes.

Marcus watches me intently, stoic for a second, then he smiles, I shrink back from his gaze, cringing, his smile is empty, void of any emotion or good intent.

For other people, a smile is a sign of joy, maybe kindness but for him, it’s a warning, one he only gives when we’re in public, it means “Don’t try me”.

It’s right when Johanna finishes her speech and starts calling out the names of the choosers that I make my choice, I’m not going back to Abnegation, I can’t, I won’t, it doesn’t matter what faction I’ll end up in, it just can’t be Abnegation.

I’ve dedicated all my life to that faction and I love everything it stands for but I can’t live like this forever, I can’t go on knowing about the willing ignorance of the members, the insincerity of the Council…

After a while, the Amity girl beside me is called to choose, her name is Daisy Drayton.

I watch her as she makes her way down the stairs with confidence, stopping only once he reaches the bowls.

They all have their own table and each contains the element of a faction.

Johanna hands her a knife, similar to the one in the simulation test, and she cuts her palm with it.

A small red line forms on her small hand and, expression unbudging, she goes over to the furthest bowl,putting her hand over it and watching the blood drip.

I watch the small frizzle of blood come out of the bowl. She chose Dauntless.

Suddenly a roar of claps and shouts fills the room, Dauntless members are cheering her on, inviting her to sit amongst them.

She smiles, heading to her new faction without even looking back towards her old one. I admire her decision, it must have been hard if she’s so sure about it.

After watching her sit down and being congratulated by the other members, I’m convinced I know what I should choose.

I just hope it’s the right thing to do.

After a bit, Johanna calls my name and I stand up, trying to seem as confident as the girl before me as I make my way down the stairs.

I don’t dare to look at my father, I know that if I did I’d falter so I look ahead, towards my future.

When I near the bowls, Johanna greets me with a smile, handing me the knife.

When I reach to take it from her, she hesitates, leaning towards me “This is your time,” she whispers “Make your choice”.

I nod, then look straight at the bowls, they’re all perfectly lined up in front of me, from the left are soil, water, glass, stones and hot coals.

Amity, Erudite, Candor, Abnegation and Dauntless.

Everyone is looking at me now, I feel their eyes on my back, I stare at the bowls, then the knife, then the bowls again.

I can feel my heart thumping, my chest feels like it’s going to explode, I want to scream, run away and not choose but I still go on.

My hands tremble as I slice my palm open, the blood feels almost too hot now.

I straighten my arm over my faction’s bowl, waiting for the blood to drip, an abnegation staying in their faction, nothing new.

My gaze fixates on the bowl, I can hear its call, the grey rocks are the lure, trying to convince me to stay.

The rocks, they’re simple, small, modest and… Insignificant.

Do I really want to be this for the rest of my life? A grey spot in a world of colour, living like an ant, always forgetting myself for the greater good?

My arm jerks over the bowl on my right just before my blood spills on the rocks.

I hear the sizzling of the hot coals before I realize what I’ve done, an eerie smell fills my head and suddenly, it feels like I’m deaf.

The whole Dauntless stand is shouting and clapping for me, they’re cheering me on, calling for me to join them.

I’m paralyzed, my legs feel like wood and I just stare blankly at them for a few moments.

Dazed, my thoughts run to my brother, his choice and how I’ll never see him again.

When I finally walk towards the transfers’s stands I’m met by big pearly smiles and handshakes. I try not to falter, being as polite as I can.

When I sit, taking a breath of relief, a small voice surprises me “I’m Daisy Drayton” I turn to meet the warm eyes of the Amity girl from before, her hand extending to take mine.

I oblige and she leans over to place a kiss on my cheek, I instantly blush and she laughs.

It's Amity's form of greeting, I think to myself, I always forget about it even though I’ve been to Amity many times before.

Her handshake is firm, mine is quite the opposite “I’m Marian” I answer, trying to put on a smile, us Abnegants don’t do it often.

After that, we stay put, patiently waiting for the ceremony to end, watching as the remaining choosers make the decision that will shape them forever.

Some of them choose Dauntless, but most, opt for either Erudite or Amity.

When the last girl is called I realize that only two Abnegants transferred to this faction, as almost all of them stayed with their families, it’s me and another boy.

The last girl chooses Amity and, after cleaning the knife, Johanna starts her closing monologue.

I barely pay attention to it, instead I look around the room for a bit, then I focus my gaze on the Priors.

I don’t know why they’re here, both their children abandoned them just last year, It doesn’t make any sense…

Then Mrs Prior smiles at me, hers is a sincere smile, warm, exactly what I imagine a mother’s smile would be.

Her smile doesn't hide any second meaning, it’s simply reassuring.

When Johanna finally finishes her speech, the factions members start to disperse and the Hub slowly empties.

Not knowing what to do, I stand when the other Dauntless do and follow them out the room.

They’re running, I’m not sure why, but I follow them down the stairs and out the building.

My clothes make it difficult for me to keep the pace, but the other transfers also seem to be having a hard time so I don’t beat myself up too much for it.

I feel free, running carelessly, with no apparent destination, alongside my fellow transfers and the dauntless.

We’re like a flock of birds, flying together in the sky. I don’t know anybody here, but I don’t feel alone, for once.

It’s as if we’re one big entity, each of us is a bone in the skeleton of a much bigger creature.

For the first time in forever, I feel alive.

[cyberpunkonline]

💾 Top 10 Cracking Groups on the Commodore 64

Fairlight (FLT)

Eagle Soft Incorporated (ESI)

Ikari + Talent

The Dominators

Genesis Project (G*P)

Success & The Ruling Company (SCS+TRC)

Hotline

Active Cracking Crew (ACC)

Triad

Byterapers

👾 Top 10 Cracking Groups on the Atari ST

Pompey Pirates

Automation

The Medway Boys

The Replicants

The Union

The Blade Runners

The Lost Boys (TCB)

The Empire

Elite

The Syndicate

🖥️ Top 10 Cracking Groups on the Amiga

Fairlight (FLT)

Skid Row

Quartex

Crystal

Paradox

Red Sector Incorporated (RSI)

Angels

Vision Factory

Scoopex

TRSI (The Red Sector Inc. + Scoopex)

[askthe-littlepoet]

ENTRY 16 /// "FOLIAGE"

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[topgamebaidoithuongio]

Game bài đổi thưởng Angry Birds nổ lớn thắng lớn tại Win79

Nổ hũ Angry Birds game bài đổi thưởng Win79 đang làm mưa làm gió trên thị trường giải trsi trực tuyến. Xuất phát từ trò chơi đình đám 1 thời được phổ biến và ưa chuộng trên toàn thế giới, từ giao diện tới đồ hoạ đều khắt hoạ nhân vật trong tựa game chân thực và lôi cuốn hấp dẫn mọi người chơi. Thống kê trung bình tham gia nổ hũ Angry Birds tỷ lệ chiến thắng lên tới 20%, cứ 10 lượt sẽ có 2 lượt chiến thắng cũng như cơ hội nhận được thêm tính năng mang về phần thưởng gấp vài chục lần hoặc vài trăm lần số tiền đặt cược ban đầu. Để nắm thêm thông tin chi tiết chọn vào link https://tructiepbongda1.net/game-bai-doi-thuong-angry-birds.html 

[lighting-home]

Quạt trần trang trsi phòng khách giá rẻ QViFa - 02 - 23

WEB: https://quattrandanang.com.vn/san-pham/quat-tran-trang-tri-phong-khach-gia-re/

[wttfmad]

ölmez bu mq vazgeçtim amq trsi recepi sikm fakirlikten ölcem

bekar emlakçı 34 yaşında sugar daddy adayı ne diyonuz

[ladiesofoldalexandra]

S1E1: Welcome to Old Alexandra

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transcript below...

[Lady Carol]: Lady Keely Gothgraab, I knew I'd find you here (laughs).

[Lady Keely]: And I knew you'd be late to your own luncheon (laughs). How are you, old friend?

[CONFESSIONAL]: I am Carol de Diane, formally Lady Octavia. My family is one of Alexandra's oldest, placing my husband and me at the center of Old Society. Or so we are told (laughs).

[Lady Carol]: Busy! I don't mind, of course. As they say, a proper lady's job is never done, right (laughs)? How are you, my Keels?

[Lady Keely]: Quintin and the kids keep me busy. So busy I may fall asleep in this chair (laughs). But I'm happy for the Social Season! Speaking of, which Ladies did you invite today?

[Lady Carol]: You know all the Ladies except Lady Liliana, who recently married the San Miguel family. I think she'll get along well with Michaela and Gretchen.

[Lady Keely]: Gretchen?!

[Lady Carol]: Yes, Gretchen! It's been ages since I've seen her. Too long, really. She did ask if Lady Gee could attend, which I, of course, declined (laughs).

[Lady Keely]: If she's the same Gretchen, she won't take that kindly (laughs).

[PRODUCER]: WHO IS LADY G, AND WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE HER?

[CONFESSIONAL]: (Laughs) Lady Gee is just an old friend, and honestly, the lunch was planned for five. It's also rude to invite a Lady last minute! Gretchen knows that.

[inversephase]

Tristar / Red Sector Inc presented Voyage at @party 2017 on 10 Jun, where it placed 1st in the Oldskool Demo compo. The demo makes use of the Intellivision, ECS, and Intellivoice.

[moonlit-jeno]

give aesthetics to your moots ??

@jaemallow: travelling the world, memories captured in polaroids, staying up til 2 am giggling

@domjaehyun: warm, freshed baked chocolate chip cookies and camomile tea, the comfort of rewatching your favorite tv show

@nanasarea: bubblegum, clear skies, flower fields, the pretty grassy water level on mario kart (you know the one)

@gohyuck: late night deep convos in your car, music playing quietly in the background, standing up through the sunroof while driving down the highway

@gentledreaming: picnic on a hill, homemade food and cookies cut into cute shapes, aesthetic coffees and drinks, jumping into the lake fully clothed and carefree

@fydream: arcades and soft serve ice cream, skateboarding in the park on a sunny day. same aesthetic as “go” era

@angelicmark: a warm hug after a long day, snuggling under a thick blanket while it rains softly outside

@ja3minz: coming home to your cozy apartment after work, eating takeout in front of a tv while talking about nothing and everything all at once

@cloudyjun: getting ice cream on a hot summers day and window shopping, sitting at a cafe and people watching, petting all the dogs that come your way

@neostains: doing makeup and getting party ready while still in your pajamas and with no intentions of going anywhere, just having fun

[tsa-society]

Skyrunner´s "Breakjazz and Nightbeats" is a wonderful instrumental tune which was also released at the "Deadline" Demoscene Party that was held in Berlin in 2023.

[elusivos-a]

“I can’t help myself.”

{ Duckysmemes ;

⌘  ||  Ｓｅｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ ;

     ❝ I DOUBT  t h a t  highly.~ —- But ya’ might really WANT        to  s l o w  it down there kiddo!~  You’ll  be THANKING         me tomorrow. ❞ 

[aaureos]

Divergent - Masterlist

All of my works are linked below!

Eric Coulter

Checkmate - The grave of kindness (ongoing fic)

[royalsimsinsider]

Late Night Date Night, Duke and Duchess Get Cozy Amidst Rumors

Real or fake? The Duke and Duchess of Bourbon were spotted leaving celebrity--hotspot and trendy restaurant TAO in Fredrickburg’s Fashion District late last night. While a royal spotting is usually celebrated, many believe the photos are a staged response to a recent The Weekly Drip article, which implied there’s trouble in paradise and low public polls during the expensive and extensive Royal Train Tour.

Like many members of the RF, it’s common to see them going about like the everyday people they are(n’t), but we also know that when truly desired, they can maneuver among us like chameleons. Maybe that’s why many citizens and Royal watchers are doubting the sincerity of this near-publicly photographed outing of one of the most-protected and photographed couples in the world.

Royal TRSi Royal Correspondent Delaney McEvers went on record saying,

“As any scholar will tell you, these people are nothing random. Do I think they ate and enjoyed one another’s company? Sure! Absolutely. Do I also think this was a response to rumors? An attempt to control the shifting narrative? 100%! It’s what royals do, how they survive.”

Real or fake, we love seeing our future King and Queen out on the town and hope we get more intimate moments on tour. The Duke and Duchess will head to Old Santa Maria for their next stop on the Royal Train Tour, and we cannot wait!

[siimsroyalty]

TRSI Sends Us Exclusive Photos Of HRH Prince George While On His Vacation in Alexandra - Ft Prince Paul and Ryan Robles.

So J sent me these photos of George, Paul and Ryan while they were on their weekend trip in Alexandra and I felt that they were too good to not be posted and needed to be shared with the world. ❤❤

Thank you for hosting, it was fun.

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@royalsimsinsider