"Jumpin' Jehosphat!" shouted Paw as the giant locomotive careened
through the pasture and collided full force with the henhouse.

In the meantime, back in the city, well-to-do man about town Lautrec
Cranbrook had made a decision.  Unfortunately, I have no idea what it
was.

Hens squawking, feathers flying in all directions.  What a sight!  How
that locomotive had come to be in Paw's pasture, with no train tracks
for miles around, is a mystery we'll never solve.

Lautrec Cranbrook might solve it, I suppose.  I have a feeling that's
what his decision was about.  But maybe it wasn't.

I mean, don't *you* ever have hunches that turn out to be way off
base?  Don't you?  I *try* to get things right, God knows I try.  But
I can't be right all the time.  Nobody can.

Well anyway, folks flocked from miles around to see the wreck of the
mighty locomotive smack dab in the middle of Paws farm.  Nobody'd been
driving it, apparently.  Leastwise, no engineer ever turned up, then
or since.

Cranbrook poured himself a glass of whiskey and stood looking out his
penthouse window at the cityscape.  It was nearly dusk.  The dying sun
gave an orange cast to fleecy white clowds.  But suddenly, a mighty
locomotive crashed through the entrance to his apartment and came to
rest in the dining room after demolishing a wall and smashing the
dining room table to smithereens.

There are no guarantees in this life.  None.  Who know what the next
minute may bring?

56 responses total.

Excuse me, I have to check for a locomotive coming through my door, be right
back.

Byt the way, does that mean that the next moment might bring complete normalcy
?  That is the scariest thought I think I've ever had.

Gee, here it is another day and randall isn't back yet.  I'll bet
there was a locomotive at his door after all.

loco fish

<"gesundesplatten!">

re #2  Dodged it!  "Train dodge, dig it!"

I have no point.

re #6- good for you1

Except the one on top of your head... (;

I have a perfectly ovular head, other.

Are you saying you're an egghead?!!

        <rotfl>

Sort of.  In shape, not in knowledge.

I have a big tumor on the back of my head.

<vidar shoots the tumor on the back of vishnu's head>

<rabdakk us sprayed with tumor juice.  El Yuko!?

Yum, yum, 100% pure Florida Quality tumor juice!

Fulfills the daily requirements of... well... tumor juice!

Yipee!

Okay, everyone back off.  I'm patenting this.  Canned tumor juice.  I'll make
a killing!

Not if we KILL YOU first!

Ah've got a strange tinglin' in mah trigger finger...

Stand back boys, thems fightin' words!

We know.

Okay, let's go at it then!

<randall slams vidar up against the wall, and beats the crap out of him!>
<or is it her? ;)>
Cyber brawl.  Cool!  Believe it?  You will, it's coming from Grex!
,

Obviously, randall hasn't read my .plan.
I don't think so, I'm to tough not to fight back...
<vidar pulls out a small knife with a razor sharp serrated blade and guts
randall.  Blood splatters all over the arena!>

To quote a line from Superman II, 'This is gonna be good!'

sigh.

'just joking... gee'

the sigh was my response to the whole scenario.

Gladitorial combat too dull for you?

Hey, this item is supposed to be about locomotives crashing into
stuff!  Let's get back on, uh, track.

Okay, kig gloves off (I was tryin' the be nice)

<with a wave of his hand, randall heals his wound, and flings vidar against
the far wall of the arena.  Producing a jagged, ceremonial knife from the
air.  Vidar is awake but unable to move, as randall proceed to cut out his
heart and crush it to dust.  Then randall messily cuts vidat into a 1,000
individual pieces and burns them.)

randall=1
vidar=dead

feel free to applaud.

Applaud, applaud!!

Mornington Crescent.

It's not quite that easy to defeat an Athasian Dragon.
In fact, it's nearly impossible.

re:#34- huh? please explain the reference.  It might be more interesting than
the gory mess around us.

What we need is a DM.  You want arena battles, take it to my conf.
Shaymu will reffere, and don't do it noise type.  Do it in 1st person, not
3rd.

We need a Depeche Mode?
(sorry, Depeche Mode-on-the-brain syndrome kicked in again)

Dungeon Master.

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