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

[strangerpeople]

[There are symbols on the paper, indecipherable to King.

It does hit, and the more fragile of the paper strands disintegrates as gold liquid starts to sprinkle the skies.]

[unwittingking]

[Indecipherable scribbles as far as he's concerned, especially when he sees what he can only assume is gold colored blood.]

Oh, great, that is what we're fighting. Wonderful.

[He'll continue to shoot at the thing, occasionally hitting it, occasionally not hitting it. Fifty-fifty stuff.]