Msts Hungary -
I opened the Activity Editor (Alt+Tab). The track monitor showed a "phantom consist"—a single MAV V43 cab car, ID 0000, stuck at the Bicske station stop marker. It had been there since the scenario loaded. No driver. No schedule. Just a memory leak in the simulation.
I coasted into the receiving yard at 25 km/h. Brake application. Throttle to idle. Stop marker reached: .
I reversed 50 meters. The signal stayed red. I crept forward again. Red. This was the old MSTS bug: invisible train ahead . A ghost occupying the block section.
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. msts hungary
So I did what any desperate MSTS engineer would do:
In the Hungarian route’s custom ruleset, a bug allowed "manual pass at red" if you dropped to 10 km/h and toggled the wiper switch twice. It wasn’t realistic. It wasn’t legal. But it was the only way.
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. I opened the Activity Editor (Alt+Tab)
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.
And somewhere near Bicske, the ghost train still waited, its cab empty, its signal eternally red.
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." No driver
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.
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.
The scenario ended. A score screen popped up: I laughed. The ghost of the Győr signal had won—but I’d delivered the bauxite.