Mar 26, 2020 2:15 am
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There’s a set you know about in the #2 second class car, they came from the #1 second class car. There’s a set you don’t know about in the 1st class sleeper / lounge area.Chapter 1 - Nathaniel and Napoleon
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Mar 30, 2020 5:09 pm
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The other guys just started moving again, weekend tend to slow things down.
Apr 4, 2020 10:35 pm
As the robber and his hostage / assistant approach you both notice that the train has completely dropped down into the gorge. The robbers in the back seem to be getting agitated.
"Come on Carson, clock’s a ticken!"
"Calm down Marcus, you want it done fast, or you want it done right? Sorry about the fuss ma’am."
"Come on Carson, clock’s a ticken!"
"Calm down Marcus, you want it done fast, or you want it done right? Sorry about the fuss ma’am."
Apr 8, 2020 2:46 am
The woman who’s being forced to rob the other passengers turns to the big man behind her, "If you have the brass to come in here and rob that mother over there," the woman says as she moves her arm in the general direction of the passengers, "the old man there and myself, why aren’t you back in the caboose robbing the well heeled crowd?"
"Ma'am," the big man says with a wink, "now I know you're trying to get me all riled up and such but it ain't gonna work. I chose you for any of a number of reasons but mostly because these gents here ain't gonna do nuthin' stupid while I got this here gun pointed at pretty lady such as yerself. Now lets get a move on before I decides to use that little girl o'r there as my collector." He points to a girl in a blue dress who can't be more than ten years old.
The world outside the windows vanishes as the train puffs its way into a tunnel, as it’s 1888 the train in lit by Edison bulbs and the car is not plunged into darkness. Thick eddies of steam and coal smoke swirl in through the open doors and windows.
The woman looks a little affronted. "I was simply trying to make conversation, nothing more." She starts to collect the money rather more quickly now.
"If you ever want to have your story told, let me know. I am a writer, you see, and would like to have this written down for my memoirs. It needn't be today, just when you have a chance, if we both survive this, of course."
"Ma'am I was at Appomattox and I might just take you up on that one day," he replies tipping his bowler to a very pretty blonde lady in a black dress, "course I'd have to..."
The large bandit is only half way through his reply when all of the sound in the world disappears and brilliant green light floods the car from outside. Lightening arcs between every piece of exposed metal in the cab and all of the light bulbs simultaneously explode showering the passengers in a white hot powder and molten glass. The passengers begin to scream as somewhere up front the engineer throws on all the brakes. Nathaniel and Napoleon watch in horror as a wall of green white energy rolls down the length of the car instantly reducing everything organic to ash. The large bandit throws his unwilling assistant to the floor, "Get down!"
The light is so bright it quickly overwhelms your eyes abilities to compensate and even covering them seems to do little. Inertia overwhelms you as you and the large bandit tumble down the aisle towards the front of the car. You can feel yourself falling in every direction at the same time as this unearthly bass noise fills your ears.
The world goes dark.
"Ma'am," the big man says with a wink, "now I know you're trying to get me all riled up and such but it ain't gonna work. I chose you for any of a number of reasons but mostly because these gents here ain't gonna do nuthin' stupid while I got this here gun pointed at pretty lady such as yerself. Now lets get a move on before I decides to use that little girl o'r there as my collector." He points to a girl in a blue dress who can't be more than ten years old.
The world outside the windows vanishes as the train puffs its way into a tunnel, as it’s 1888 the train in lit by Edison bulbs and the car is not plunged into darkness. Thick eddies of steam and coal smoke swirl in through the open doors and windows.
The woman looks a little affronted. "I was simply trying to make conversation, nothing more." She starts to collect the money rather more quickly now.
"If you ever want to have your story told, let me know. I am a writer, you see, and would like to have this written down for my memoirs. It needn't be today, just when you have a chance, if we both survive this, of course."
"Ma'am I was at Appomattox and I might just take you up on that one day," he replies tipping his bowler to a very pretty blonde lady in a black dress, "course I'd have to..."
The large bandit is only half way through his reply when all of the sound in the world disappears and brilliant green light floods the car from outside. Lightening arcs between every piece of exposed metal in the cab and all of the light bulbs simultaneously explode showering the passengers in a white hot powder and molten glass. The passengers begin to scream as somewhere up front the engineer throws on all the brakes. Nathaniel and Napoleon watch in horror as a wall of green white energy rolls down the length of the car instantly reducing everything organic to ash. The large bandit throws his unwilling assistant to the floor, "Get down!"
The light is so bright it quickly overwhelms your eyes abilities to compensate and even covering them seems to do little. Inertia overwhelms you as you and the large bandit tumble down the aisle towards the front of the car. You can feel yourself falling in every direction at the same time as this unearthly bass noise fills your ears.
The world goes dark.