Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-26062370-20151016004235

I ~ The Purpose

A desolate factory area looms over a cliff. There are three main locations - A dilapidated factory, a warehouse, and a large two-story wooden barn - looming under a large array of mouldering wooden skyscrapers, lattices, and weathervanes, and this saddening but impressive array was lined miles with railroad.

This was the fortress of the Academia, and it was surrounded by angry townsfolk.

"You've stolen!"

"You've cheated!"

"You're mad!"

These accusations arose from the fact that there were locomotives inside the fortress. The aforementioned locomotives were also alive. How they came to be alive will be discussed later, but the townsfolk were under the incorrect assumption that the Academia had taken people and implanted their brains and organs into the locomotives, and had made them into slaves of sorts.

The truth, however, was quite the contrary. The engines were serving as spies, paid by Sir Winston Churchill and Sir Topham Hatt to eliminate the Academia, who posed a threat to Great Britain. The engines had willingly given themselves up to the Academia, in order to make a distraction.

Thomas had stayed inside and was arranging freight cars of dynamite under the warehouses, while the engines had made their escape in order to possibly create a distraction, if needed. Thomas and Gordon were communicating through a walkie-talkie, the talkies strapped to their respective bufferbeams.

"Gordon, they are arranged. Remind me why I am doing this again?"

"Well, young master Thomas, we-"

Before Gordon could finish his eloquent (And boring) speech, Thomas burst out of the building, followed by an explosion. Thomas reversed alongside the engines to watch the explosions and hear the cheers of the townsfolk.

A ragged and singed Headmaster, Commodore, Fr. Aycock, Prof. Heston, and Dr. Hollinghurst burst into a tirade directed towards the engines. The six steam away, laughing.

This would be the first of many victories for Thomas, and the first of many failures for the Academia. 