State 89
Three-dimensional scene based on videogame Interstate 76. It is excellent game about car theme. With shooting. In genre of combat racing. Open space. Story style of action movie 70s-80s. Excellent 3d graphics, which easy to start with 486 Dx2 computer. Later it was a versions 3DFX of this game. Ride a car about free space. And shoot.
And this is my three-dimensional scene based on this game. Style of retro action movie. I remember a square based graphics of Interstate 76. It is such a firm style. I have done it much more simple way. But something like the way – characters of this game. It was a Groove Champion, character in game. I dedicate it to Groove Champion. As I can say. And car Lincoln or Jefferson. As I remember, it is Jefferson. I like a lot this car. So, you can select a game mode – ride a desert. At any car, if I am right.
Let’s move to 1989. Very end of 80s. Style of retro action movie. Retro graphics. Retro characters.
Somewhere in desert. It is going a stylish car. Yacht on wheels. Desert. It is hot in day. And cold at night. Though all the desert it is going one single car.
Racer Disco is going to a secret point. Point of meeting. Disco with nickname at the road track – master. Disco Master, also, a policeman, which investigation a strange car modifications. Strange car transporting. Someone here is moving cars, take a race, makes wrong modifications. Dark story.
Early at the morning. Sun is only starting. It is yet cold. He takes his pistol. And he has reached the house. Amongst the desert. Somewhere, computer master is waiting for him. He will show him with newest computer Ibm pc xt new variations of the car. And help to modify car for a race. With building into it a computer. But it is good to be careful. Opponents can to know about this. It is very dangerous!
In a little house. Computer master is waiting for a long time. Hesitation. And paranoid. It is better to finish it faster. Nothing to do. Program is already written. Loaded to a diskette. It is good to make a debug and install into Disco`s car. And that’s all. Disco can win the race. And to get to know what is wrong with other`s modifications. It is good to press Enter and go into State 89. Secret car modification. Computer and machine - no one see this before.
It helps to know what is going on. And catch intruders.
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Check out this incredible concept art from Interstate '82, the inferior sequel to the spectacular video game Interstate '76. Got 'em off the install disc. Great concept art, not a great game.
Intersate '76 came out in 1997, alternate history '76, Mechwarrior 2 engine, great story, great characters, great car physics, it’s got a poetry button, you can shoot a pistol out the window of your car in first person, great voicework, great multiplayer, incredible funk soundtrack performed by a one-off band called Bullmark - composed, apparently, of the bassist from Third Eye Blind, the drummer from Primus, Santana’s keyboardist and some other folks. Some of this info is from this ten year old blog.
Interstate ‘82 was a weird disappointment, chucking the aspects of '76 that had been most praised. It lost the ‘70s atmosphere and didn’t replace it with a particularly ‘80s one. The soundtrack is licensed new-wave. The first game's characters had a mantra "never get out of the car" on account of that's always how you get killed; the sequel makes a feature of how you can get out of the car now. Interstate never closes its eyes anymore when it kisses your lips, basically.
But it's still got a poetry button, and it's still pretty fun, and a lot of the same folks worked on it as the first one, and this concept art is super cool. So probably it’s just the devs making the most of a lousy publishing situation, such that their great idea for a Blues Brothers mall chase level ends up looking like this:
Hot scoop: a lot of the dialogue sounds stilted and cut-off in places, which turns out to be because it was messily edited for profanity, mostly cutting words out, occasionally swapping “motherfucker” for “motorsucker”. They left the original wavs in, though, so you can uncensor it just by renaming a bunch of files.
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idk what to ask for but Steve in the car smut?
so anyway roadhead
Car Madness - s.h.
ǁ summary: Two horny young adults and the last 2 hours of a long roadtrip. What's a girl to do?
ǁ tags: smut, oral (m receiving) with swallowing, roadhead is dangerous y'all don't do as i do, do as i say. no pronouns, no y/n, afab!reader, nickname for you is baby.
ǁ word count: 2k
It’s been 11 hours so far in the car and there are 2 more hours to go.
You and Steve had switched off shifts of driving – him taking the majority just because he felt more comfortable that way – but it still was a long fucking day in the car. Passenger seat naps were attempted by you and Steve, and he had even attempted a laying-down-in-the-backseat nap, but actual shut eye had ended up few and far between. The road from Hawkins to New York had been full of almost nothing to look at and it got to the point where even the mixtapes you prepared for the trip weren’t enough to keep the boredom at bay.
Now, sun long past down as Steve speeds down the sparsely lit asphalt of Interstate 76, you’re both half stir-crazy and half asleep. It had been foolish pride that insisted you both could make the 13 hour drive in one day without stopping – and now it was too late to back out. So foolish pride continued as you tried to think of things to talk about to keep Steve and yourself awake.
Half sideways in your seat, the sight of your boyfriend and the warmth radiating off him was a maddening mix of soothing you closer to sleep and getting you into some kind of sleepy-horny state that was making the skin on the back of your neck crawl. He was just in a loose t-shirt and jeans – why did he look so fucking hot? Sunglasses abandoned in the middle console, left hand firmly on the lower edge of the steering wheel, right hand clenching and unclenching his grip on the gear shift just to move a little. The movement made the muscles in his forearm flex in a way that made his veins more visible.
Why are veins attractive? What if women being attracted to how veins look on men was what created the very first vampire myth?
“Baby?” The warm, heavy rasp of his voice pulls you out of your lustful daze, glancing over at you with a smug smile. “I think you’re drooling a little.”
While you’re tempted to retort something to try to bring his cockiness down a peg, because he’s a sexy and charismatic bastard, you offer a syrupy sweet smile instead. “And what if I am? Can you really blame me?”
His eyebrows shoot up, sparing another surprised but pleased glance in your direction before focusing on the road. With a teasing lit to his tired voice, he politely informs you, “I think you’ve succumbed to car madness, my love.”
My love. It’s almost like he wants you to crawl across the center console and eat him alive.
“Mmmm,” you hum, intentionally high pitched like a moan and rejoicing him when clenches his strong hand around the gear shift again, along with a muscle rolling in his tightened jaw. “Car madness is giving me a lot of ideas, it seems.”
“Oh yeah?” He asks, the word slightly choked off at the end. “Like what?”
By way of answering, you shift closer to lean on the center console, chest brushing his elbow as the warmth of his skin bleeds through your comfy hoodie. “How hard would it be for you to wiggle those jeans down around your thighs, handsome?”
He says your name in a stern rumble, a warning and an encouragement. “I’m not sure if that’s a very good idea.”
“Come on, Steve-o,” you use the hand not holding up your chin to run feather light fingertips down his arm, smile growing when he shivers slightly. “I’ll be real gentle – and if you feel like it’s too unsafe after I start, you can tell me to stop. But I really, really want your cock in my mouth.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself, pulling his arm away from your trailing touches to run a hand through his messy hair. “Fuck… Okay, fu– Jesus, grab the wheel for a sec, will you?”
Stomach twisting in excitement and anticipation, you settle yourself in your chair and grab a hold of the wheel, keeping your eyes out the windshield to keep within the lines as a lot of shuffling goes on beside you. While you want nothing more than to watch him shimmy his jeans down over his thick ass and thighs, you know he’s already a little nervous about the idea and don’t want to let your horny monkey brain take over too much.
When his hand brushes against yours to take the wheel again a few moments later, you waste absolutely no time in feasting your eyes on the new picture beside you.
Shirt slightly hiked up to show off his belly button and the trail of hair that leads down from it, you lick your lips when you follow the line to his half hard erection. Thick as ever, getting longer by the second, and just starting to blush the same pink that’s spreading across his cheeks. With his hair mussed, his hands in white knuckle grips in their places, his clothes disheveled just far enough to free his cock and balls…
“I think it’s safe to say I’m definitely drooling now.”
And his dick twitches in his lap at the same time a breathy chuckle puffs out of his parted lips. Another smug smile in place, and he momentarily tilts his head toward you to say, “That should help, huh? Why don’t you put it to use, baby?”
A firm grip around the base of him is enough to wipe the smile off his face, abs flexing as he lets out a shaky sigh. “Y’know what? I think it will help plenty.”
It’s a bit of an awkward adjustment, but without too much discomfort you manage to drape yourself across the console, right elbow resting between his thighs as you use that hand to pump the velvet skin a few times, harden him the rest of the way before you tilt down and tongue into the slit at the top of the head.
“Oh, shit,” he groans, the hand from the gearshift draping across your back while he heaves a breath in and out. Not hearing a complaint yet, you keep your hand in a firm grip around the base as you take the tip into your mouth and suck. His dick twitches in your hand and mouth right when you circle your tongue around the head before releasing him.
Lips brushing the skin on the side of his shaft, you murmur, “Still awake up there, handsome?”
“Definitely,” he confirms with another breathless laugh, warm palm dragging up your spine and resting on the nape of your neck. “So fucking awake. Please keep going.”
“Well, since you said please.” You momentarily release your grip to lick him from base to tip before taking him back into your mouth, settling down about halfway before suckling again.
“Jesus,” he repeats, fingers flexing on your scalp but still not making any move to grab your hair or push you down. It seems he is taking your promise of ‘gentle’ to heart – allowing you to control the bob of your head as you take more and more of him into your mouth.
A little rivulet of spit runs across your fingers and down to his balls, another shaky groan pouring from his throat at the feeling. With the signal, you pull off again, using your hands to spread the collected saliva down the entirety of his shaft and to a soft roll of his balls in your palm. He jumps at the sudden attention to the sensitive area, yelping a quick, “Not there!”
You completely pull away, concern creasing your forehead as he basically pants into the now heated air between you. “Sorry just…” He flashes you a sheepish smile. “Too sensitive for the car, baby. Gonna make me drive us off the road.”
“Okay, that’s fine.” You reassure at the same time his fingers, still woven into the hair at the nape of your neck, do a gentle scratch at your scalp. “But I can keep going?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
Steve laughs again at how quickly you’re ducking back down to get your mouth around him. In your haste, you press further than you’re ready and activate your gag reflex, throat squeezing the head of his cock as he lets out a surprised moan, grip on your head tightening. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Entirely too encouraged by his praise and sounds, you press down to lightly gag around him to a very similar reaction. Your own spit starts to hit your fingers again, and the twist up motion you do to meet your lips makes his hips flex up, pressing further into your mouth. A small whimper leaves his parted lips, making the steadily increasing throb between your legs near unbearable. Shifting your foot beneath you, you swallow any of your shame and roll your hips down to rub your clit against the heel of your foot.
“Are you…?” His grip in your hair tightens into a near fist, another moan leaving him as his hips flex again. “Christ, baby, you’ve got me so close already.”
You take as much down your throat as you can and let out a hum of approval, delighting in the way his thighs tense up around your forearm. Determined to push him over the edge as quickly as you can, your traitorous fingers release the base to brush against his balls again.
His answering moan is loud but the grip on your hair yanks you up just high enough that your lips barely brush the tip of him. “Come on baby, be good, or I won’t let you have my cum.”
The threat has you whimpering, eyebrows tipping up as you press featherlight kisses to the head of his cock and whisper, “I’m sorry, so sorry, I’ll be good, just wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum.”
“Fuck me– You’re so good baby, so sweet for me.” He loosens his fist in your hair and gently scratches your scalp again. “Go on then, make me cum.”
You waste no time in taking him as far as you physically can, throat muscles seizing around the head as he moans again. You move to pull back but his hand keeps your head in place, his hips moving into a gentle rock of barely a few millimeters in and out of your mouth. Closing your eyes, focusing on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, you allow him to gently fuck your mouth until he uses your hair to pull you halfway off again.
“I’m so close, baby, please– Feels so fucking good,” he starts to babble as you return your hand to the base of his cock and go back to the upward twisting motion to meet your lips that remain suctioned tight around the top half of his cock. The additional stimulation has him moaning high, hand once again fisting in your hair as he gently thrusts up into the feeling once, twice, and then he’s cumming – abs and thighs seizing and trembling as his cock twitches in your mouth, salty cum laying out across your tongue as you continue to suck him down with a backing track of his breathless moans.
Though your hand stops, you don’t stop sucking and licking at his softening cock until you’re sure you’re cleaned off each drop of his cum, and even then he has to use his grip to pull you off so you stop overstimulating him.
Now getting a full view again, you feel nothing but pride at the heave of his flushed chest, the pants leaving his swollen, bitten lips, the muscles in his abdomen still recovering as his heavy cock falls off toward his hip as it softens. “You were right, all the drool really came in handy.”
His hand releases your hair to grip on his own, another breathless chuckle leaving him as he shakes his head. “You’re gonna fucking kill me one day and I’m gonna love every second of it.”
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