AwesomeStar

7th November 1935 - Dear Diary, Today marks the 5th day we have been stranded here upon this blasted mountain. Myself, Teresa and the boy are stuck here in the harsh, slashing winds, abandoned by the tram's crew members. One spoke of seeing help, a angelic beacon, though none of us others saw it. He, the conductor, stumbled out into the snow-blizzard... He never came back. Our driver was at least more valiant. He tried desperately to repair the tram, clear the damage done by the snow off the tracks, repair the line-catcher. Nothing worked. We found his body, impaled by his own wrench, with a note speaking of his 'return'. How terribly sad. I pray for the dear calf and its mother we killed when blinded by the snow, the tram careering off its tracks and into the snow after battering two cows. What is a cowcatcher for? My son asked. Now he knows. So now we, my dearest, loving family, sit here on this god-forsaken rock, in the sky-blue and chocolate-brown tram, fading... wilting. I do not know of how much time I, or my family, have left. All people are good. God bless us all. Ladies and Gentlemen, today I present, for your viewing pleasure, a nineteen-thirties Country/Mountain tram. Here are some pictures. Front: Side: Back: Top: Interior: Just a little teaser for an up-and-coming diorama. Enjoy, C&C welcome! ~A.S.

Mhm, s'pose your right. And those weren't accusations, just theories

I agree...

The thing is Eleanor, it was dark, so we couldn't have seen the cleaver. Seriously, your making yourself VERY suspicious... I'm not gonna accuse anybody until we have evidence...

If the cleaver was thrown, then it could have been Lorraine as well If it was me who thrown the cleaver, how would I do so? In fact, how would myself, Howard or George have thrown it if we were all cramped together in that stairwell? Mhm? Now, do put that gun down, you're overreacting, and to be honest, Eleanor, dear, making yourself look rather suspicious with your over-eagerness to end this. I suggest we find light sources, rather than accuse one another. Get your act together, please!

(Lace vest? But I'm wearing that! Oh God. I'm semi-naked.... and lovin' it!) Thank God for that, eh, Max? Hmm, it appears the cleaver was thrown... BY WHO? Lets see, who was down here? Howard, George and myself were up the stairs, so was Maxwell (partially), so that leaves Eleanor and Mark. Hmmm... Eleanor, you seemed pretty god-damnable keen to shoot those two. A panic attack after you thrown the cleaver? A reaction to what you'd just done? Or was it Mark? Its funny, you said you normally overreact at the sight of blood, but not this time... Hmmm...

I am trying, but we're miles away from any medical source! *The wound is cleaned* There, that should stop infection, but we need to stem the bleeding... Max, I'm going to cut you out of your shirt, and tie it around the wound. *Digging my extra-sharp nails into Max's shirt and tears it open* Mark, do you know how to tie knots?!

You can put your jacket on and zip it up if you're that dissapointing, I mean, er, cold... Here *takes the wet shirt* let me clean the wound. *Cleans up the blood spurting from Max*

Mhm. I suppose your right about your jacket, but you are wearing a white shirt underneath (the torso design shows a white triangle = shirt underneath, IMO), so maybe we could use that. The apron might be dirty y'see, and I don't trust George very much.

I could... but then I'd have to slap you like I did Herman, and your actually quite a nice guy, Mark, albeit D&D obsessed. We're going to need something dry to keep the blood in... y'know Mark, unless you donate your shirt, your fantasies may come true, but so will a "rucking" huge slap if you say one word about my lace bra...

Thanks Mark. The water's clean, I already drank some. Its fine. *Hooks my arms under Max's armpits as Mark grabs his legs* Heave... HO! *Together we stumble over to the water fountain carrying Max* *Takes off my shirt, revealing a lace vest underneath* Mark *chucks him the shirt* soak this in the water, and clean the wound!

Eleanor, calm down. We need to help Max first! Can't you see? He's dying, and thus our main priority. If you deem Howard and George a threat, go lock them in that room upstairs or something, but we need to tend to Maxwell first. Put the gun down, and help me lift Max to the drinking fountain. Oh, how I wish we'd taken my semi...

Don't shoot me, I complimented you on your wedding dress. My character needs a hand carrying Max, come on, people! Help!

Oh my goodness... Mister Maxwell! Dear Lord! *Scoops my hands under his armpits and attempts to drag him to the fountain* Oi! One of you help me, he's a dead weight! *Looking over to Grill'N'George* YOU?! The only fitting person... *Turning attention back to Mister Maxwell* Come on, Maxwell, hang on, hang on, we'll clean this wound.

Sorry I haven't posted, I've got to read the 6D thread, I was out at a gig last night with my band, so couldn't post. Gotta catch up! I HATE GMT time! ~A.S.

These are great! I really that Camper-Van, I have one just like it, but in orange Can't pick it up yet though... Great job! ~A.S.

I'm with you there, Iz! Oh, The Clash, my dad is a huge fan, so if I say a bad word against them I'm damned for eternity I love 'em! ~A.S.

How about you just stay on topic? Mhm? If your going to b**ch about Clone trooper/Jedi genetics, then please do it via PM. I hate to be a mini-mod/goody-two-shoes, but it's cluttering this topic up, and, while I'm not a huge SW fan, I like to keep in touch with the latest news on games and such. ~A.S.

The Killers - Day & Age - All songs, they're all great!

Great, now I'm going to have to order all 3 of these. More desolation for my wallet... ~A.S.

Whiskey, Scotch, same thing, especially if you read Chris Doyle's The Brick House comic And undoubtedly I'm a woman, therefore skinnier than you! (And puh-lease, stop with all this your/you're puns! Or I might just purposefully shoot myself with Eleanor's gun!)

(Yes, well, mystery distraction IS my speciality. And my title ) *Calls down to Maxwell* Your just jealous because no-one likes tubby, bristle-bearded train conductors who smell of coal and drink whiskey heavily! Ha!

Not a secret anymore I guess... And thanks. It took about 3 tries to write that correctly! Ah, love is so hard.... to write I mean! Shadows!!! ~A.S.

Hey, Adam, welcome to the game! Brickster, is it okay if my character secretly fancies Howard?

Be careful up there, Howard! Darn it, no light. There's gotta be a switch around here somewhere... Ah, stuff it. *Sucks breath in* *Runs up the stairs* Howard, wait up! I love yooooooouandohcrapIjustsaidthatoutloud....