VRS Introduces TacPack®/Superbug™ v1.7!
Upgrades Available for TacPack P3D v1-5 Licenses
TacPack® and Superbug™ support is now available for Prepar3D® v6 covering v6.0.26.30799 through v6.0.34.31011 (HF4).
While the TacPack v1.7 update is primarily focused on obtaining support for P3D v6, other changes include TPM performance and visual upgrades as well as the removal of the legacy requirement for DX9c dependencies.
TacPack and Superbug v1.7 is now available for anyone currently running P3D v4 through v5. v1.7 supports all 64-bit versions of P3D including v6. If you are currenrtly running v4 or v5 TacPack licenses, you may upgrade to a v6 license at up to 50% off the new license price regardless of maintenance status on the previous license. Any existing maintenance remaining on the previous license will be carried over to the new license.
Customers who wish to continue using TacPack for P3D 4/5 may still obtain the 1.7 update from the Customer Portal as usual, provided your maintenance is in good standing. If not, maintenance renewals may be purcahsed from the customer portal under license details.
For additional details, please see the Announcements topic in our support forums. If you have any questions related to upgrading or new purchases, please create a topic under an appropriate support sub-forum.
Introducing SuperScript!
For TacPack-Powered VRS F/A-18E Superbug
VRS SuperScript is a comprehensive set of Lua modules for FSUIPC (payware versions) for interfacing hardware with the VRS TacPack-Powered F/A-18E Superbug. This suite is designed to assist everyone from desktop simulator enthusiasts with HOTAS setups, to full cockpit builders who wish to build complex hardware systems including physical switches, knobs, levers and lights. Command the aircraft using real hardware instead of mouse clicking the virtual cockpit!
SuperScript requires
FSUIPC (payware),
TacPack & Superbug for P3D/FSX. Please read
system specs carefully before purchase.
Blocked Dishwasher _hot_ Today
She rolled up her sleeve. The water was greasy and tepid, and she plunged her hand into the sump, feeling for the impeller. Her fingers brushed something hard and smooth—a shard of glass from a juice cup Leo had dropped. Then a twist of plastic wrap. And then, her knuckles grazing the metal housing, she found it: a small, clogged mass of… something.
The water in the bottom of the dishwasher was cold and still, a perfect mirror of Laura’s exhaustion. She’d been staring at it for three minutes, her hand still on the start button she’d pressed six times already. The machine only hummed, a low, hopeless sound, then clicked and fell silent. blocked dishwasher
Laura knelt. The linoleum was cold through her jeans. She pulled out the bottom rack, then the filter—a gray, slimy disc studded with bits of parsley and a single, defiant peppercorn. She rinsed it under the tap, but the water in the machine didn’t drain. The problem was deeper. In the pipes. In the choices. She rolled up her sleeve
On the third try, she heard it: a gurgle, a sigh, and then the sweet, steady whoosh of water draining. Then a twist of plastic wrap
“Blocked,” she whispered, the word tasting like defeat.
She opened the door. The bottom was clean, dry, and empty. She loaded the dinner dishes—the spaghetti pot, the juice glasses, the tiny fork with the bent tine. She added the tablet, closed the door, and pressed start.
In the morning, she would find a dollar under Leo’s pillow. She would take the tooth—her little clog, her little treasure—and she would put it in a small velvet box in her nightstand. Next to the ticket stubs, the dried-out corsage, the first lost shoelace.
