06-16-2015, 02:33 PM
Gary really fucking hated those darn primes.
He gave little a care whether or not their influx of arrivals was the doing of that shitlord, Omni, he just knew he wanted them gone. Before they'd all came and paraded all over it, this beach had been his secret place. His special place. The one area in this entire fucking Omniverse that he knew about, where he could go and escape. And all of that was ruined, now.
He'd moved his towel and belongings as far away as he could from the presence of others, having shifted his things right over to the Eastern side of the island, where nobody really came. The secondary set his towel down, crouching into a laying position. Gary closed his eyes, trying to salvage back as much lost time of relaxation and tanning as he possibly could.
Just as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, and just forgetting about all of this beach bonanza nonsense, something stirred him from his sleep.
Toot toot.
A train? Gary's head bobbed back up as he looked around. Nothing. It must have just been in his head.
Gary layed back down once more, eyes closing back over...
Toot toot.
There it was again! What the fuck?!
Gary sat back up, eyes widening as he came to realise the change of scenery. Himself, along with his towel, now sat upon an uncomfortable steel train rail, and a brick tunnel had been formed somehow on the cliffside, a gaping black hole now wide open for view where rocks and stone had once been. Faint lights flashed from within the tunnel, and that bloody horn sounded again, louder than ever
TOOT TOOT.
Gary rolled madly out of the way as a big, blue steam engine raced across the railway, just missing it by a few inches.
Meanwhile, Thomas tanked onward, giving little regard to the man behind him he had nearly just run over. He sported his usual dapper kit; a brown mandem cap, giant black aviator shades that just promoted his coolness and jocularity, and a long gold chain around his neck that served as his pride and bling. Incredibly fitting soundtrack music boomed out of nowhere as Thomas progressed down the track, giving the big blue engine a beat to bounce to.
Soon enough, the blue engine had deserted the tracks, chugging across the sands. But he gave no fucks. Thomas the Tank Engine was just too damn thug to even care.
[spoiler]Y'all can use Thomas for whatever intensive purposes you like. He's just looping around the beach like the little thug engine he is.
Oh, and yeah. The song I linked contains lots of profanity, drug reference, that kind of stuff. I'd advise watching/listening at your own discretion.[/spoiler]
He gave little a care whether or not their influx of arrivals was the doing of that shitlord, Omni, he just knew he wanted them gone. Before they'd all came and paraded all over it, this beach had been his secret place. His special place. The one area in this entire fucking Omniverse that he knew about, where he could go and escape. And all of that was ruined, now.
He'd moved his towel and belongings as far away as he could from the presence of others, having shifted his things right over to the Eastern side of the island, where nobody really came. The secondary set his towel down, crouching into a laying position. Gary closed his eyes, trying to salvage back as much lost time of relaxation and tanning as he possibly could.
Just as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, and just forgetting about all of this beach bonanza nonsense, something stirred him from his sleep.
Toot toot.
A train? Gary's head bobbed back up as he looked around. Nothing. It must have just been in his head.
Gary layed back down once more, eyes closing back over...
Toot toot.
There it was again! What the fuck?!
Gary sat back up, eyes widening as he came to realise the change of scenery. Himself, along with his towel, now sat upon an uncomfortable steel train rail, and a brick tunnel had been formed somehow on the cliffside, a gaping black hole now wide open for view where rocks and stone had once been. Faint lights flashed from within the tunnel, and that bloody horn sounded again, louder than ever
TOOT TOOT.
Gary rolled madly out of the way as a big, blue steam engine raced across the railway, just missing it by a few inches.
Meanwhile, Thomas tanked onward, giving little regard to the man behind him he had nearly just run over. He sported his usual dapper kit; a brown mandem cap, giant black aviator shades that just promoted his coolness and jocularity, and a long gold chain around his neck that served as his pride and bling. Incredibly fitting soundtrack music boomed out of nowhere as Thomas progressed down the track, giving the big blue engine a beat to bounce to.
Soon enough, the blue engine had deserted the tracks, chugging across the sands. But he gave no fucks. Thomas the Tank Engine was just too damn thug to even care.
[spoiler]Y'all can use Thomas for whatever intensive purposes you like. He's just looping around the beach like the little thug engine he is.
Oh, and yeah. The song I linked contains lots of profanity, drug reference, that kind of stuff. I'd advise watching/listening at your own discretion.[/spoiler]
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