SKREEEEE!

[strangerpeople]

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.

Comments

[technicolourdifficulties]

[The lack of response is in itself a little concerning.]

...? Is something amiss up there? ...Moreso than the obvious, I mean.

[unwittingking]

I'm not fully sure what we're up against, but it looks like it's blood is gold colored, so...

[We may or may not be in more trouble than expected.]