Trains version of Never Ending Story

[MP57313]

where were these E9s wile everyone was running around ticked off?? It turns out they were

[Noah Hofrichter]

Finally Ed was able to upload his pictures, and he was happy again. Now everyone turned there attention to the E9's realizing that there were UP E9's in there presense! Everyone began asking questions, like

[espeefoamer]

Came UPs set of E9s bringing new computers operating on a completely new system[:)].

[Overmod]

we still SEEMED to be accessing the forum normally. Otherwise how could we be reading about our loss of forum access via posts to the forum?

Without realizing it, we had subscribed to the latest Kalmbach service, an extension of the "Say 'n Bank" program developed by Bank of America and the DIA during the early years of the Clinton Administration. Our posts were being picked up via heterodyne excitation of the fillings in our teeth, relayed via black helicopter and satellite to nearby billboards, and displayed secretly only to the authorized recipients...

"But I STILL can't upload my pictures" cried Ed. "How can I uplink them when I can't SEE the *$%>@ things!" And sure enough, his laptop remained dark.

But then hope came. On whispering wings

[Noah Hofrichter]

Now we all began a manhunt, tryign to find the person who took away our access to the forums, and began searching the country for the source. As we ran around, accusing each other violently, we realized that

[espeefoamer]

he hit the wrong button and fried every computer in North America[:0].

[Noah Hofrichter]

it was not working. He finally gave up in disgust, and a fit of rage, yelling at the computer. He picked the thing up, and

[Overmod]

For a moment we saw trainfinder22, yeehawing like Chill Wills on the bomb in Dr. Strangelove, waving to us from the inside of X1028, his face silhouetted in the lunar phosphorescence. Then the bituminous swirls of smoke -- even afterworld coal being too much for the tiny grates of the T1s -- swept down and hid the scene from view. Only the ripping sound of repeated high-speed slipping kept us, coughing and with red-rimmed eyes, remembering what we had seen. Soon even the chuckle of worn wheels had died away -- had we dreamed it, or was it even now taking on a terrible life of its own...?

Already Ed Blysard was hammering on his laptop, trying to upload pictures of the T1s to RailfanNet, but unfortunately

[espeefoamer]

Boxcars with shackles,powered by double headed PRR T1s.[:D]

[Overmod]

It was then that the Gate to the railroad afterworld began to come further open, sagging like some awful Heritage-car Dutch door, to reveal...

[Noah Hofrichter]

(General note: Oh the heck with the three word post format, this is now a story, feel free to post several paragraphs, or several words, whatever you want.)

Mark Replied "We just did Sir, there forever roaming the country in sealed boxcars."

"Good," A.C. replied.

Noah, turning back to his computer, began to notice the thing was finally stopping smoking. It began cooling off, and he could finally see the screen again. The posts again began to flow in, in a more steady pattern this time, and the story started slowly again.

So the Big Boys, all twenty four of them, began moving slowly along on threre tour, no longer having to worry about the weasels. They brought smiles to peoples face's all across the country.

(okay, another note, we need a new idea for this story, the big boys are getting about 20 pages old. Somebody get us rolling please, cuz I'm out of ideas.)

[espeefoamer]

the ghost of
old A.C. Kalmbach himself
saying "I'm just
checking up as to
how the magazine
I founded has
been doing lately.
I am very
pleased how things
are turning out.
keep up the
good work and
DO SOMETHING ABOUT
THOSE STUPID WEASELS"!

[Overmod]

the terrible CLANG of the plug doors -- the most terrible sound in the world to the freedom-loving hobo heart! -- signifying their forever entombment in the low alloy high-tensile steel heart of America's most secret shame.

"Well, that's that" said our former editor, as he played a borrowed hair dryer across his drenched keyboard. "Now all I have to worry about is people who don't understand prolific nomenclature or can't spell ROTLMAO..."

"Is that so" boomed a terrible new voice from behind them. It was none other than

[MP57313]

"We(asels) Will Rock You" followed by "Weasels are the Champions", until they were suddenly interrupted with

[Overmod]

we're FREEDOM-LOVING HOBO WEASELS, and we DEMAND to be shackled in boxcars running forever over the secret midnight rails of Amerika!

Perhaps the weasels were suffering from cyanosis (hard to tell as their furry complexions were difficult to determine behind the beefy G-man chokeholds) because as they were being escorted to the waiting string of CIAX high-cubes, they broke into a chorus of

[Noah Hofrichter]

Suddenly in walked
M.W. Hemphill Who
wanted to add
a few words.
We began coversing
with Mr. Morgan
and all of
a sudden, the
weasles running the
big boys ran
in behind me,
yelling and screaming
that they wanted
to win in
this story, but it
was too late,
for according to
the mad, overloading
computer, the weasles
were slowly being
arrested till the
FBI burst in
behind me and
dragged the weasels
into the virtual
jails. the protested
highly, and said

(overmod, thanks, you brought a smile to my face)

[Overmod]

"Oh no", Noah repeated. "I KNOW the ICC has been long gone, and the moon doesn't rise or set in the north, so we're either in some horrible parody of the days-gone-by dream threads, or some sort of Goon Show sketch..."

"No," said David P. Morgan, popping nattily into the corner of the screen for a moment, "it's more like an architect sketch..."

"NO!" exclaimed Noah. "Don't say anything about the Spanish Inqui..."

There was a blare of trumpets and the door flew open behind him!

[espeefoamer]

in reviewing the
latest inspection reports
on the Big
Boys the ICC
discovered that Steve
Lee and the
entire steam crew
were actually weasels[:0]

[Overmod]

did not, however, because...

WAIT, Hofrichter complained, banging abruptly on his keyboard and turning away from the screen. "I started this story with the intent it would go someplace, not keep getting sabotaged. What's happening to the..."

But already the screen was flashing, changing, as more posts flooded in to continue the story. In fact,

[Noah Hofrichter]

Several Wisconsinites were
on his trail
to drag him
back, which they
did. They hid
him in the
locker room of
Camp Randell. He
was thankfully safe
due to a small
problem, which was
fixed in a hurry
before....well that's
another story. As
the weasels were
rounded up and
stuck in camps
for release in
France later. The
big boy could
finally proceed. It

[Junctionfan]

got into an accident. This cause a major problem because

[Overmod]

The Great WEAS-ELIMINATION!

Border to border, coast to coast, the race was on, the fix was in!
Weasels by the score...
Pop 'em, blast 'em, make 'em go...
More, and more, and more!

"Oh no" said Bucky Badger, "they'll mistake ME for a weasel..."

So he left Madison in a hurry amid the general carnage and

[Noah Hofrichter]

and figure out
how to get
rid of them
once and for
all" So began

[espeefoamer]

call Inspector Fenwick
to round up
Rocky and Bullwinkle
to corral the
sneaky fuzzy weasels

[Overmod]

the weasels had doubled back and, having smoked the better part of their sinsemilla, were laying for them just south of the border crossing.

"Quick," said Doright, "we'd better

[wcfan4ever]

it was one of the Pennsy GG1's with one of those "Cool Blue" headlights. They continued the journey until they realized that

[Overmod]

they would have to proceed at restricted speed for the next 240,000-odd miles.

Then they realized, with still more horror, that in order to see the moon coming over the horizon in front of them on the way to the Canadian border, something had to be bad, bad wrong! In fact, the lunar aspect was NOT the moon! It was the RCMP's Leftenant Doright who with commendable zeal was

[Overmod]

said to his fireman, TrainSim Webb, "The old boy's got his high-heeled slippers on tonight", and broke into a chorus of the Monty Python Lumberjack song.

Just as he got to the words 'skip and jump' a huge light burst in front of the train! It was

[Noah Hofrichter]

Canada, cause they
can't touch me
there! So he
began, his trek
running from the
UP officals. On
his way to
Canada, he ran
past a few
red lights, usually
narrowly avoiding a
colision. Ss he
was nearing the
Canadian border he

[Anonymous]

he chomped down a doughnut and said "da hell with them", I'm high balling it outta here to.....