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]

We're on a train track with open areas around it and there's seven military. That's no a barricade to a hoard on foot.

Greedy stealing weapons are not 'good reasons' for the horror movie trope, that's when people die terrible deaths.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

What the fuck is a trope.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Kind of like a cliche in stories, basically.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

You're comparing this to a story.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

That's what dreams are and it's better than going in blind.

'sides, stories are based on the human condition.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

So you're saying every little thing that's been happening is predictable?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

For me, though part of it is also experience from my last memory.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

Can't beat experience.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Really can't.

[And they were game NPCs too, not that I know that yet.]