EPONA

[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

[soulping]

[ As you start to usher the passengers on, zombies attack! If you close the doors now, you can save 12 passengers. Otherwise, you might be able to get more on, at the risk of your health... ]

[wingtamer]

We—we can still save them!

[gandere]

[ Really?! ] Y-Yeah!

[acemedium]

O-Okay! Let's do it!

[soulping]

[ Six passengers die attempting to board the train. You have saved 14.

A zombie grabs at Daisuke's arm, its horrible nails digging into his arm. Daisuke is now infected. ]

[moderndaywhitemage]

Ohh!

[gandere]

[ Moving quickly to try to shove the zombie off the boy. ]

Let go!

[acemedium]

[Kicks zombie!!]

Back off, get your own Flame!!

[gandere]

Eveningstar, stand back too!

[ If she gets hurt!!! ]

[wingtamer]

[o. . .h. . . . .]

[acemedium]

[Oshi---]

G-Guys...?