| Narutard | Date: We, 03.August.11, 8:53 PM | Message # 1 |
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| It's the year 2015. The Oxford Pattenting line had a giant pileup of trains and then it closed down lest they risk another accident. It's now three years later, 2018. You decide to go to one of the stations, and low and behold, a commuter has its doors wide open. You walk onto the train and you hear three beeps. BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...and the doors slide closed. The headlights of the train flutter on, and you're lurched to the floor. It was speeding out of the station. It's been a week. You've seen ghosts on the train, and there are even a few bedraggled kids/teens. They whisper through the cars, "You'll never get out..." You never get hungry, or tired, or thirsty, you feel perfect actually. But why should you, you're trapped...on ghost tracks.
(You can be a kid just arriving, a kid that's been there a while, or a ghost...btw, this is the true owner of the account, not my sister)
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Toxic | Date: Th, 04.August.11, 1:05 AM | Message # 2 |
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| (Hmmm....)
I am only one, but I am one.
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 04.August.11, 1:27 AM | Message # 3 |
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| (Ello)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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