RATS

[soulping]

[ The Traveler appears before you as you board your train, which appears to be a team-themed, sparse, and incredibly modern, like the inside of a commuter train. ]

Today's dream is the dream of a conductor, who, despite the worst befalling his world, endeavoured to make sure his train still ran on time. Death ravaged the land, the bloodied bodies of the fallen rising to claim the living as their prey. Decisions had to be made. He had rivals.

Did he save poor lost souls that were not on his schedule? Did he utterly crush his enemies, to assure supremacy and secure his own life? It doesn't matter. He died, in the end, along with his world.

And so to, shall you. Do you wish to attempt to avert the course of history? The story of the Undead Assault Upon The Locomotive Enthusiasts of The Year Two Thousand and Twelve is now yours, and yours alone.

Buckle up.

[ ALSO THIS BULLSHIT IS NOW BLARING OVER THE INTERCOMS ]

Comments

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Bipedal lizard skeletons.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

You have strange things in your world.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

LOPAN is a hella weird place.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

I'm not coming over for a visit under any circumstances.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Not sure how easy it is to visit anyway.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

They brought us all here.

Shouldn't be too hard for us to go from place to place eventually.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

They brought us from a destroyed universes. It's easier to pick something up out of the void if ya can find it.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

Yeah, but aren't they helping us with rebuilding it or something?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Yeah. By rebuilding us. Like we're connected to it.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

Guess we can talk about it another time, yeah?

We got more important crap to deal with.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Yeah.

Should probs see about making some weapons, just in case.