EXERCISE Plot Challenge: Train of the Dead

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Diana, May 14, 2013.


    A PLOT CHALLENGE is where you are given a word, a phrase, a sentence, or a setting and you have to come up with a plot idea that is inspired by those words!

    The object is to THINK FAST and share the first ideas that come to mind. It's an exercise in quick creative thinking. You can do this challenge any time. Or multiple times!

    To Participate: THINK FAST. Don't waste any time. The first idea(s) that comes to mind, write it down and post it! You are to write down a plot premise or basic idea. This isn't about writing scenes, this is about writing up a setting!

    NOTE: If you decide to borrow someone's concept for a roleplay, make sure you ask permission or give credit to the muse.

    Challenge Phrase: Train of the Dead
  2. In the desolate wasteland of the afterlife, a ramshackle old train picks up the spirits of the dead and shepherds them off to Hades. (You didn’t think they’d keep using a boat, did you?)
    Before they are allowed on the train, the lost souls must be at peace with their fate - else they will wander ceaselessly for time indeterminate.
    A skilled necromancer who feels he has been wronged by an ex-lover raises an army of the undead and teaches them the art of combat.
    However, the souls of the dead are still sentient and can exercise their god-given free will.

    (Does train-ing of the dead count?)
    A voo-doo shaman visited Pennsylvania and decided he didn’t like the railway system, so he put a horrible curse on their train:
    anyone who entered the train would die a horrible - yet imaginative - death and be carried straight to the mouth of Hell.

    (Train of Death?)
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  3. Sam Road ran as the train began to come into the station.

    I'm late, I'm late, I'm so very, very late...

    In his haste, he did not notice anything odd about the train or the station, or the fact that he had descended three flights of stairs farther than should have been possible, or that there were suddenly no people around...

    The doors hissed to a close behind him, and with a sigh of relief, he leaned against a wall.

    Except the wall was made of flesh.

    His eyes shot open as he jumped forward- and froze.

    This wasn't his train.

    This wasn't a train at all. Not as he knew of it.

    He was in a long tunnel of flesh with doors on the sides. There was Nothing outside the windows. Not blackness, not blankness, but Nothing. It hurt his mind to look at it, and he turned away.

    Shadows were all about him. He was afraid. He was very afraid.

    In silence, the train moved for a long time.

    After what felt like hours, or days, or weeks, the man finally got up the courage to whisper to himself.

    "w-w-what is this place...?"

    This is the Train of the Dead.

    He nearly jumped up, but didn't. He didn't dare. SOMETHING was leaning down and speaking to him. THINKING at him.

    "t-t-t-the dead?!" he could barely squeak out.

    We are those who bear the mark of blood upon our hands. By trains have we killed many, and so we are ferried by The Train.


    To the Land of the Dead.

    "no... nononono I'm on the wrong train, I'M ON THE WRONG TRAIN!"

    Once one gets on, one cannot exit the Train of the Dead. Unless...

    "unless? Unless what?"

    Unless one swears never again to ride upon the silver rails, never again to move by any means save by one's own two feet. And if once you break your oath, you will be here... for all eternity.

    He gulped. But a chance was better than certain doom.

    "I swear."
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  4. Train made of the dead?
    Brilliant, Magus!