There is a certain abandoned subway station in Aekea, a memorabilia of a robot uprising that had spilled into the under layer of the city. Bars cross the front of it and tattered yellow caution tape rattles uselessly in the stale air coming through them. But when you wiggle through, or know enough of the sewers to find your own way into the darkness, it is the only way to the deepest joint in Gaia.
When you brave walking the dank abandoned subway track deep into the heart of the city, you come upon an old GC #9 Train that used to run to the forums. It's been long since dead, rusted, and held together with little more than layers of spray paint and tape, but the lights are on. The door's seal is cracking, but before you can peer through the chinks, it swings open, revealing the inner workings of the old train and the ghost station that have become the seedy brother and sisterhood that looks at you expectantly.
When you brave walking the dank abandoned subway track deep into the heart of the city, you come upon an old GC #9 Train that used to run to the forums. It's been long since dead, rusted, and held together with little more than layers of spray paint and tape, but the lights are on. The door's seal is cracking, but before you can peer through the chinks, it swings open, revealing the inner workings of the old train and the ghost station that have become the seedy brother and sisterhood that looks at you expectantly.
Welcome to our station. Please don't hold the doors.
Captain Wickit
T y l e n o l.
Miss Conception
elenawing
J Lone Wolf