is there a code for the wifi? and what if we want to buy stuff from itunes for the ipod touch and iphone?

*pushes shopping cart into the train and stands in the middle*
<___< >______>
*talks to self in mind* "i guess this one didn't lie about hope for me....for now...."

darnit. guess ill have to improvise on weaponry in case that stealing clown tries anything alse

WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Er- Good morning, hehehe. Today is Monday 9th, 2010, and we have a heavy schedule today. So, *cough*, get dressed and prepared for the day. Uh, get a schedule from the caboose ((and go to this thread to read it: click here )). Eh, *hiccups* go to the second trailer for your breakfast, and ahem, have a *coughGoodDaycough*

*PA Turns Off*

*Walks out of conductors cart, walks over to
megarevolution : *

Ahem, why of course my dear. PAY UP. Good, good. *squeals loudly* *whispers*

*Walks over to middle of train*
bully101 : Of course we wouldn't lie! You have your own room, you know. Three free courses of food, too.
*walks over to drag00n365*
drag00n365 : I only took them because they caused a threat to everybody.

*Walks out of the bathroom* Whoa, what'd I miss? I fell asleep.

come on!wont this train go any faster?! looks like i'll have to have a quiet little word with klown and our conductor,sharktopus......
Edit:hahahaha i has mah gun back now!and i also stole roberts shield and mega's bra

who wants a story? Err... how about a ghost story! Once, there was a strange business man who rode on this train. Every morning, he would open his briefcase and, err... read his newspaper. Upon the fifth reading of the newspaper, he umm... found some coupons for ham! *Coughs* One of the other residents of the train wanted those coupons, and would kill for them. Err... he did. The business man now seeks vengeance on the man, and waits on this train, for the rest of eternity. Yuk Yuk Yuk! Err... how was that?

Here's another story!

There once was a man from Mexico, he dreamt he ate another man from Mexico. He woke with a fright in the middle of the night to find that his dream had come true, NO!

I also sang the campfire song song by Spongebob Squarepants.

And this:

She lifted up her head and peered outside through the frosted window. Wrinkled eyes gazed into the bright sky, and a smile came over the old woman’s face when she saw the full moon, shining away in all it’s harvest glory, a perfect background setting for All Hallow’s Eve.

A loud purring reached her ears as a black cat leaped up on the table next to the rocking chair she was sitting in.

"Yes, my sweets. Isn’t that a pretty night we have in store for us? Old man moon looks down on us with a wink in his eye tonight."

The cat stared at her with deep green eyes, attention fixed on every word.

"You know what this night means, don’t you, Trickster?" The cat let out a soft meow, listening to his master.

"It is the passing of an age, that is what. Many long years, happy memories, but there is an ending to every story, good and bad. Ol’ Madge here has seen it all, yes I have."

The old woman pushed herself up from the chair, one gnarled hand stroking the silken fur of Trickster. There was a creaking noise as old bones cracked within the ancient body, stiff joints groaning in protest at the effort made by her to straighten up.

"Ah, this craggy old girl ain’t what she used to be. Need a dose of the ointment before I go, that’ll fix me for a little while."

Madge walked over towards a large oaken trunk that was filled with an assortment of herbs, spices, animal parts, jarred collections of insects, packaged powders, and numerous other odds and ends. They were the tools of her trade.

Rummaging through the contents, she found a sachet containing some brown colored leaves, and when she opened it a sweet odor wafted outwards.

"Hmm, this will do fine." The crone went over to a wooden cabinet which had vials of liquid scattered about the shelves. She grabbed a tube with a bubbly fluid inside with a purple tinge to it, and then poured the leaves in.

Wispy curls of vapor rose up, and the old woman drank deeply.

A look of revulsion crossed her face at the bitter taste, but she shook it off.

"Not the fountain of youth, but it bestows on me a glimmer of strength, and that is all I need." She smacked her dry lips together, and smiled with glee.

Madge hobbled over to the great stone fireplace that warmed the cottage, and a black cauldron was resting above the burning flames. A green liquid boiled away in a frenzy, fat bubbles oozing from the surface. She stirred the mixture with a metal ladle.



"Double, bubble, toil and trouble!"

"Double, bubble, toil and trouble!’

Cackling with delight, the old woman churned the foul broth with renewed vigor. The cauldron hissed in answer, and the brew began to fizzle over.

"Ha ha, that’s it. A ghastly potion for a ghostly night!"

Madge nodded to herself, and the flames danced before her, casting lurid shadows on the walls of the cottage.

The image behind the cat grew in size, reaching the proportions of a great beast which was many times the feline’s actual body shape.

Trickster growled, his dark mane bristling. The master made a gesture in the air, and the front door burst open as the black cat sprang into the night, the transformation beginning to take place. A howl echoed from the woods outside, and Madge shouted in response, the language old and archaic.

"Rejoice in the wild, my pet. The night calls. Until the sun comes up, when you must return."

A gust of wind blasted against the cottage, slamming the door shut with a loud crash. The old woman’s wizened face had a trace of sadness on it, and she let out a deep sigh.

"It is almost time, must make haste."

Madge opened the closet and reached inside, tenderly bringing out a worn garb, black as the night. A tear trickled from the corner of an eye, moistening the callused cheek beneath.

"So many years, where have they all gone? How will I be able to face the next one, knowing that my time is done?"

She pulled the raiment tightly about herself, cherishing the feel of the familiar outfit. The cloak gave her comfort and security.

"Such little time, and too many things to fill it with, ‘tis a pity."

There was an upper shelf inside the closet, and from this she brought out a rumpled black hat, pointed at the top in the shape of a narrow cone.

"Hee hee hee," she chuckled. "A pointed cone for a crooked crone." She set the hat on her head, and brushed back the strands of silver hair that lay tangled down to her shoulders. She began to feel much younger and stronger, but it was only wishful thinking. Potions could give her a teasing of both, but that was it.

Madge crossed to the other side of the room, wooden floor boards creaking underneath her musty black boots. The heels clicked softly with her passing.

A reading desk sat in the corner, and a dusty tome sprawled along the top. Strange words and symbols were etched onto the crinkled pages, the lettering written in blood. She leafed through until she found the proper incantation, then closed the book with a snap.

"Long ago, I could recite nearly every line of verse in half that script. But now....." The old woman shook her head, again being overcome with remorse.

"More’s the pity, old hag, I’ve had my turn. The wheels of time roll on without stopping, and my moment has arrived to step aside. Only fond memories, no regrets."

The old woman’s gaze wandered the trappings of the cottage, her domain for countless years. Yes, fate had treated her well, there was no denial.

"And now, my friend, who has served me so well these many years. Will you answer the summons yet again, on this night of all nights?

Madge spread her arms wide in appeal, pale yellow eyes closed in concentration. The wind picked up outside, and tree branches scratched against the window panes, bent stick arms moving in wooden animation, responding to the surge of dark power that was building within the cottage.

There was a flash of brilliance radiating from a section of stone next to the fireplace, and a secret panel was revealed. From the compartment emerged a long broom, stark in opaque blackness, levitating towards the old woman.

"Ha ha ha, come to me! It is our time again. The sisters await!"

The broom continued floating, and it came within the crone’s eager grasp as it throbbed with power, pulsating with diabolical energy.

Madge held the broom up triumphantly, and opened the front door. A strong breeze was blowing, and fallen leaves covered the mossy earth. Sinister figures crouched within the surrounding shadows, lurking among the trees.

It was Halloween night, and spirits of the nights had awakened in unholy celebration.

Madge sat astride the enchanted broom, and up she flew to meet with her fellow sisters of the coven. This was her last time as the coven leader, and a new one would be sworn in this Hallow’s Eve.

She gazed up at the awaiting sky, spotting others of her wicked brethren. It was Halloween night, and for the last time, into that magical night, rode the form of the witch, on her last moonlight ride.

The End

big fat cat : Today our conductor is Sharktopus, read the newsletter. Anyways, they're having storytime right now.

BTW, the Klown told us a story about a Cat wearing a Hat. Here it is in case you missed.
Klown:There was a cat, who was playing in a closet.
Noob: is the RGR Plugin thing safe for my pc.?
Klown:He hit his head on the wall, and a hat fell upon his, err... head. *coughs*
Me: It works, I have had it for 6 months, there no problems
Klown: That cat still hasn't gotten the cat, AHEM, off.
Noob: so if I download it my computer will be fine?
Klown: Err... hat.(3:36pm)
Me: YES
Me: Why would we give a download with viruses?
big: story=ruined now.....
Noob: ok thanks and the reason why is because that has happened to me before and I ended up having to get a new computer.

* murmurs in coma*Damn...noobs...CHOOOOCCCOOOOLLLLAAAAATTTTEEEE!!!!! CHOCOOOLLAAAAAATTTTEEE!!!......*goes back into coma*

*PA Turns on*

WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

Good morning all, this is your captain speaking.

We are reaching the water park, please get ready and get dressed.

Pick up a schedule from the caboose.

Please have a fun day and enjoy the water park.

*PA Turns off*

(This RP involves a first person Crono from an alternate dimension, so uhh...yeah)

Uh-huh, a water park? Nice... -picks up a schedule from the caboose- Now then, what to do oh what to do...I know! I'll go sit in a corner and make Call of Duty game announcer noises
-goes over to a corner and begins- HEADSHOT!

Water park! YEAH!!!!!!
*starts dancing around* Let's go SWIMMING!!!!!!!

What if we're allergic to water? I'm not, but for the people who are,

Hmm...what to do while waiting for the train to stop...?

The train has stopped. You may now wait for Klown to give you your bracelets and $10 American for lunch.

I'll give the, erm- bracelets out. *coughPleasecough* don't lose them or else you will not be able to go on any of the rides besides LazerRunner.

bigNATE :
drag00n365 :
Crono :
Zamiel :
big fat cat :
The Shadow Dragon :
megarevolution :
BreakDown :
NathanMacneil :
Robert7 :
bully101 :
alexanyways :


I have attached the, er- bracelets to your arms, and you all are now permitted inside the waterpark. Please try to make as many posts as you can describing what rides you are riding and how much, ahem, fun, *hiccup* you are having.

Plus the money is now in your pockets.

YES! WAVE POOL!!!!
*Nate runs to the wave pool, where the giant wave session is just starting* WHEEEEEEEE!

I hate waterparks. Almost as much as I hate children. Which seem to overrun waterparks.

Zamiel : I'm sad to hear... would it change anything if I sold big's weapons to reserve the waterpark for us only?

alexanyways : .....Yes!

but they're my weapons! why don't you sell crono's butterfly knifes and shurikens instead!