Train Wreck thread

The train approached, taller than it was wide. It hissed more than it rumbled, but looked heavy. There were no windows in sight. There was no hint of comfort of luxury.

A loud whistle sounded, followed by the voice of an unseen man.


Alllllll abooooooard!

Slowly, unsteadily, I shuffled toward the gray behemoth. This was fate. My destiny. Right or wrong, live or die, this was where I belonged.

The whistle sounded once more before I blacked out.

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Boxville Express 147 barreled through a sleepy town in the wee hours of morning, its lights piercing the black air like arrows. Faster and faster it went, its wheels orange from heat, its engines thumping.

Then the attack began...



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