Date: September 25, 1959
Location: Cheyenne Wyoming
Time: 11:59 AM
Railroad: Southern Pacific
Roger, and Anthony were almost at the train yard.
Roger: I was literally here 50 minutos ago.
Anthony: I don't want to here you complain about being here anymore.
Roger: Well too bad. I amor to complain, and I'll keep doing it if I want. I'll continue complaining about mais things now!
Anthony: Please don't-
Roger: Your voice sounds like shit. Maybe you have a soar throat.
Anthony: Eh, not really.
Roger: And you're going too slow. The fastest we can go on this section is 60 miles an hour, and you're only doing 49.
Anthony: The speed is actually 50, because of the curve ahead of us.
Roger: And stop correcting me dammit!! What the hell have I ever done to you?!
Anthony: Let's see. There was that time in 1934 when we were double heading a train to the mines, and you made my engine derail. Also, when we moved here from Germaneigh in 1945, you tried to throw my papers away. In 1953, you made fun of me for losing my accent, even though you lost yours before me, and then-
Roger: Alright I get it!
Anthony: You get it. Good.
Their train went down Sherman Hill, and Roger could see a train to their left. It was also heading for the yards.
Roger: Who's driving that train?
Anthony: No clue.
Roger: Whoever it is, I'm passing them. They won't enter the yards before us.
Anthony: Why not? I wouldn't mind.
Roger: His train is much shorter then ours. It only has two freight cars on it. *Passes the train*
Metal Gloss was the one driving the short freight. She slowed down in order to let Roger get ahead of her.
Roger: *Slowly enters the yards, and stops his train seguinte to the yard tower. He sees part of the tower is sawed off*
Snowflake: *Walks up to the train, and looks at Roger, and Anthony* Hello.
Roger: oi Snowy. It's been some time since our last encounter.
Snowflake: Don't call me snowy.
Roger: *Gets out of the train* Whatever you say, snowy.
Anthony: I thought she didn't like that nickname.
Snowflake: He's not listening to me, so who cares?
Roger: *Uncouples the engines from the cars* Anyway, we got those engine parts over here for you.
Snowflake: Good. Pete will be very happy about that.
Anthony: Where is he?
Snowflake: Office. Signing a butt load of papers.
Roger: What is our seguinte train?
Snowflake: Your seguinte train is just a bunch of empties. Three box cars, seven hoppers, two gondolas, a stock car, and that's it.
Anthony: Where is it?
Snowflake: It'll be ready soon.
Orion: *Looking at the new engine parts inside the freight cars* Oh yes, those do look nice. And now-
Snowflake: *Hits Orion in the head with a hammer* Nice try. Really.
2 B Continued
Location: Cheyenne Wyoming
Time: 11:59 AM
Railroad: Southern Pacific
Roger, and Anthony were almost at the train yard.
Roger: I was literally here 50 minutos ago.
Anthony: I don't want to here you complain about being here anymore.
Roger: Well too bad. I amor to complain, and I'll keep doing it if I want. I'll continue complaining about mais things now!
Anthony: Please don't-
Roger: Your voice sounds like shit. Maybe you have a soar throat.
Anthony: Eh, not really.
Roger: And you're going too slow. The fastest we can go on this section is 60 miles an hour, and you're only doing 49.
Anthony: The speed is actually 50, because of the curve ahead of us.
Roger: And stop correcting me dammit!! What the hell have I ever done to you?!
Anthony: Let's see. There was that time in 1934 when we were double heading a train to the mines, and you made my engine derail. Also, when we moved here from Germaneigh in 1945, you tried to throw my papers away. In 1953, you made fun of me for losing my accent, even though you lost yours before me, and then-
Roger: Alright I get it!
Anthony: You get it. Good.
Their train went down Sherman Hill, and Roger could see a train to their left. It was also heading for the yards.
Roger: Who's driving that train?
Anthony: No clue.
Roger: Whoever it is, I'm passing them. They won't enter the yards before us.
Anthony: Why not? I wouldn't mind.
Roger: His train is much shorter then ours. It only has two freight cars on it. *Passes the train*
Metal Gloss was the one driving the short freight. She slowed down in order to let Roger get ahead of her.
Roger: *Slowly enters the yards, and stops his train seguinte to the yard tower. He sees part of the tower is sawed off*
Snowflake: *Walks up to the train, and looks at Roger, and Anthony* Hello.
Roger: oi Snowy. It's been some time since our last encounter.
Snowflake: Don't call me snowy.
Roger: *Gets out of the train* Whatever you say, snowy.
Anthony: I thought she didn't like that nickname.
Snowflake: He's not listening to me, so who cares?
Roger: *Uncouples the engines from the cars* Anyway, we got those engine parts over here for you.
Snowflake: Good. Pete will be very happy about that.
Anthony: Where is he?
Snowflake: Office. Signing a butt load of papers.
Roger: What is our seguinte train?
Snowflake: Your seguinte train is just a bunch of empties. Three box cars, seven hoppers, two gondolas, a stock car, and that's it.
Anthony: Where is it?
Snowflake: It'll be ready soon.
Orion: *Looking at the new engine parts inside the freight cars* Oh yes, those do look nice. And now-
Snowflake: *Hits Orion in the head with a hammer* Nice try. Really.
2 B Continued
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the changeling queen.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
Or perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one dia return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' amor eaten.
A powerful being, is she, and no doubt about it at all,
For her power is shaped as a ball:
One with no end to her power and attitude of pride.
Her changeling legions stretch far and wide
Until nothing else can be seen.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, the consumer of love,
As with her underlings who conquer vastly.
Many will see her as ghastly,
Or perhaps even demonic of sorts,
As well as her infinite cohorts.
Nothing could send her above.
Chrysalis, Chrysalis, now beaten,
Will one dia return with power all on
Her enemies with the rage of Phlegethon.
Speed will accompany her in many ways,
For her vengeance will be quenched in days,
All of her enemies' amor eaten.