…and she even spins
Don’t stand too close! As could be seen at our HQ, those props can easily fall off and hurt someone. The Fruit Stand presents the Swedish Girl of the Year, the Saab 2000 - internally known as Greta Bustysson.
Its body measurements are 2915 sexy polys, a very tantalizing animated landing gear, six quite seductive LODs, mellifluously drooping elevators and - if treated properly - maybe even XML controlled flaps.
Head over to avsim.com and flightsim.com to get Craig Ritchie’s fancy lady, along with clothes made by Tony Fosler, John Massey, Federico Permutti, Denis Schranz and Jakob Tischler.
Oh, and for all those counting on something desperately more needed by The Beast™: too bad, tough luck!
As time passes, and we all grow older yet mostly less wise, you get to a certain point where you can’t help but thank all those people you’ve met on the road, who helped you with your projects and endeavors, who’ve tolerated your hideous vanity, who’ve grown accustomed to your quirks. So, we’ve put together a little sexy something, to say our gratitudes:
If your pitiful computer is incapable of rendering the text in a legible manner, there’s a hard copy available, which you can obtain for a small fee of €21,99 (we would generally take US-$, but … you know …). Paypal accepted.
And now for something completely different - a personal note from the author:
This video is supposed to be a humoristic attempt, nothing less, and certainly nothing more. Any actual names or likenesses are pure coincidence. Should the content of the video or part thereof infringe your product’s copyright, or even your personal vanity, please tell us and we’ll remove it immediately.
The Author
“Hey, where’ve you been?!” “Hey, whatcha doin’?” “Hey, wtf, why aren’t you posting anymore?! Where’s our free stuff?!” All those nice questions that we may or may not have gotten over the last four months can finally be laid to rest.
The Worldwide The Fruit Stand Conglomerate Monopolistic Global Metro Headquarters™ has moved! Yes, we’ve found ourselves a nice, cosy little spot in the center of a partly well known Metropolis. Or somewhere. Whatever, don’t really know. We’re still getting warm in and around the block, and except for Ol’ Joe, the cordwainer, everybody has welcomed us with open arms. Well, they had to. We bought the whole damn neighbourhood. Back in da Hoodz, I tell ya!
So, you want to know where we live now? Come with us, to the World of Extremes, the World of Tomorrow, the World of Permanent Youth and Beauty, the World of … oh, what?! Right… come and see the TFS Headquarters:
Now, you may notice “Holy hell, can’t see anything on there! Stupid author!” Fear not, adjust your eyes, get a coffee, and get the whole deal.
