![]() ![]() It’s a high not even the immortal RollerCoaster Tycoon can match. Suddenly you’re an artist in a strange medium, left to your own devices and the lonesome folk soundtrack. You’ll forget all the objectives, all the complaints about bathroom cleanliness, and all the canvasses yet to come. Maybe when you’re fine-tuning the peak of that mile-high dive coaster so the trains glide through the next Immelmann like its fighting ace namesake. Maybe when you’re sculpting the cave of a proper log flume splashdown and testing out which boulders look the most like teeth. ![]() Maybe when you’re tweaking the color of rosebushes to best complement the lantern light of a bumper car queue. Adjust as needed for the bronze, silver, and gold medal challenges. Build a coaster of X length, with Y inversions, and a vomit grade somewhere under Z. There’s a moment that comes in every Planet Coaster session, whether or not you see it coming. ![]()
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