Uploaded November 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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I rode a train through the harshest of weathers in an effort to reach the border to Mexico. 'Twas that which one might call the Devil's Rain. Warm droplets of claret pummeled the pristine metal of Count Dracula's train, which only seemed to enhance the mystical powers that lay within, and without. The inner workings of this metallic monstrosity hummed as the steel wheels met the tracks in a dazzling display of sparks and rending of metal.

Energy and life pulsed through my veins, even after I was attacked by what can only be described as a wolf gone mad with the rabies. The frothy bloody sputum that spewed forth from its mouth, and the deep crimson darkness of its eyes were enough for me to conclude that my days were numbered. But being on that train, and killing the beast, I felt rejuvenated. Yes, it was the train that gave me back my life. It was the train that gave me power. I will ride again. And with me, I shall bring death upon thee and all those who seek to turn the living into the undead.

Will you ride with me, partner?