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    <h1 id="made-with-torque">Made with Torque</h1>
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    <p>Expand on:
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        <li>AfterWorld</li>
        <li>BeamNG Drive</li>
        <li>Airship Dragoons</li>
        <li>Frozen Endzone</li>
        <li>Life is Feudal</li>
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    <h1 id="features">Features</h1>
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    <p>Expand on:
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        <li>Rendering</li>
        <li>Editors and assets</li>
        <li>Networking</li>
        <li>Physics?</li>
        <li>Source code</li>
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    <h1 id="roadmap">Roadmap</h1>
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    <p>
        When I finally found myself adrift and free, I had but little idea of my surroundings. Never a competent navigator, I could only guess vaguely by the sun and stars that I was somewhat south of the equator. Of the longitude I knew nothing, and no island or coast-line was in sight. The weather kept fair, and for uncounted days I drifted aimlessly beneath the scorching sun; waiting either for some passing ship, or to be cast on the shores of some habitable land. But neither ship nor land appeared, and I began to despair in my solitude upon the heaving vastnesses of unbroken blue.
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    <h1 id="history">History</h1>
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        The change happened whilst I slept. Its details I shall never know; for my slumber, though troubled and dream-infested, was continuous. When at last I awaked, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish black mire which extended about me in monotonous undulations as far as I could see, and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away.
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