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My gaze drifts out over the trainyard as I look over my handiwork. Trains fill every corner of available space. Old ancient behemoths, rescued from the scrap yard at exorbitant costs. New sleek bullet trains, purchased in backroom deals conducted in quick, urgent whispers. Even trains out of myth and legend, made real and standing in front of me like proud, coal-burning gods. The result of a lifetime of collection, dedication to the trains. "Perhaps there is such a thing as too many trains." I mutter as I put on my pinstriped conductor's hat. "No matter. All abooooard!" I cackle as I step into the engine room and stoke the fire. The great beast lurches to life and I feel like Hannibal must have when he rode his elephants into battle. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a *train whistle noise*.
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Putty posted:e: holy shiet Nominating this for the 2020 BYOB theme song
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