In 2002, downloading that much data on a 56k dial-up connection was an act of faith. I’d left the computer humming for three days, my mother’s occasional pick-ups of the landline phone nearly killing the progress bar. The "U-R-R" stood for "Ultra-Real-Render," or so the sketchy forum post claimed.

I double-clicked the archive. The extraction bar crawled across the screen like a tired soldier. Once finished, I launched the game.

I never reinstalled it. Sometimes, though, when the sun sets just right over the real coast, the light hits the buildings with that same "U-R-R" glow, and I wonder if I’m the one who stayed inside the mod.