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15strangers2019-07-21 11:09 am
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SKREEEEE!
[It's about three o'clock when the train suddenly hears something like the cry of a crow. It's not coming from inside the train, either; it's coming from the outside.
Almost instantly, the speaker system comes to life, and the Conductor's voice echoes through the cars.]
Attention, all passengers and crew! We are under attack. Please come to armaments if you are willing. Otherwise, please congregate in the lounge for your own safety. Immediately, please.
I will meet those of you coming to the weapons.
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And he grins at the damage he's done. He just can't help but cackle like a madman at the thought of that thing getting blown to bits. Hell, he's guessing he blew the thing's brains out if it has any.
He's still grinning and giggling as he pulls himself away from the window to get back to the gun. Someone is having way too much fun as he continues firing at the thing...]