RHDR Is Doing A Charity Run On This Thing, And It Kind Of Caught My Attention.

RHDR is doing a charity run on this thing, and it kind of caught my attention.

Where do I even start asking questions about this...?

It's absurd, I hope it was just a novelty thing.

"Bloody cyclists."

Siblings Reunited, Part 4

When August finally rolled around, Polly was still in the steamworks, getting a final once over before going to surprise her eldest brother. Her new Brunswick Green paintwork seemed to glow as the light from a nearby window reflected off of her boiler. "I wish Scotty could be here.." She sighed. "I know, but hes getting his boiler overhauled and recertified in preparation for his 100th next febuary." Her new driver said, hopping into her cab. Pollys eyes followed various people as they walked around her. "So? Whats the verdict?" The engine asked nervously. "Am i mainline certified?" Her eyes lit up when she was given the all clear. Her driver and fireman looked equally excited. "We knew you would be!" Cheered her fireman. "For an engine who was left to rust for almost 60 years, you ran like an absolute dream!" Her driver beamed. "And my boiler was recertified about a week ago..- huh?" She looked up as she heard her name called. "Yes sir?" It was Sir Topham Hatt, coming to see if Polly was given the green light. "So! How is everything going?" He asked. "We're good to go, sir! I've just been mainline certified!" Pollys eyes sparkled in excitement. "Wonderful!! And im assuming your boiler is certified?" "It sure is!" The railways controller grinned, stepping up into her cab. "Most excellent! With all the formalities out of the way, let us be off! Everyone is waiting!"

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Henry could hardly conceal his excitement as he and all the other engines sat in the sheds, waiting for the new arrival. Everyone, like Henry, was VERY excited. Gordon, however.. Gordon was annoyed. Everyone was keeping a massive secret from him. Everyone, even his own crew! He felt betrayed, there was no two ways about it. The express engine caught various snippets of his friends' conversations as he looked from one area to another. "I heard she looks more splendid than James!" "Oh, ha ha! Very funny, Thomas. No engine is more splendid than me!" "We'll see about that, James. If my crews reports are right, shes due to arrive any minute!" Everyone was hushed as a new whistle tore through the air. Gordons eyes snapped up at the sound. "What..? That whistle sounds.. Oddly similar to mine.. But.. Its not Scotsmans.." Now he was more confused than mad. That confusion changed rapidly to utter shock as he saw the new engine turn the corner. Memories flooded his mind, memories of past conversations he had with Scotsman about what their little siblings had gotten up to on the mainland prior to the famous engines visit to Sodor. Tears welled in Gordon's eyes as he looked at who sat on the turntable before him. The air felt thick enough you could cut it with a knife, and no engine made a sound as they let Gordon process what was happening. "Polly..?" He finally choked out, his voice hoarse. "Its me, Gordie. Im alive." Polly smiled, beginning to tear up herself. "But how..? You and the others were.. In the 60s, you.." "I know. But i was never fully dismantled. I was also far enough back in the scrapyard that they kind of just.. Forgot about me, and left me to rust. I dont fully understand it myself, but.. I literally owe my life to Henry over there. If he hadn't stopped when i called out to him, this reunion wouldn't be happening." Henry blushed, looking at his buffers. "I was only thinking of my friends, and the wellbeing of a fellow steam engine." He muttered bashfully. Gordon looked at Henry, tears rolling down his face as he just smiled. "Thank you, Henry.. Now i understand why you all were rushing back and forth to the steamworks all the time.. You were racing the clock to get everything done on time." Henry smiled, looking up at the tearful blue express engine. "It wasnt just us on Sodor, Gordon. We recieved a lot help from The Mainland, too. It was a team effort to get Polly's overhaul and recertifications done in time for your birthday." Sir Topham Hatt had by now exited Polly's cab, and was now standing on the turntable beside her. "I couldnt have said it better myself. Well done, all of you. You did an excellent job preparing Gordon's birthday surprise. You all can have the rest of the day off. You've more than earned it." The engines couldnt help but smile, remaining silent as their controller continued his impromptu speech as he stepped off the turntable. "This was by no means a cheap undertaking, but i honestly cannot think of a better way to have spent the money, than on Gordon. He has done so much for us, taking charge of twice daily express services for.. How long has it been? 89 years, at least? I knew we would have to go big for his centenary, and when Henry and his crew gave me their report on what they had heard and seen on their return journey from Doncaster Station, i knew what had to be done. Happy Birthday, Gordon." Gordon sniffled, a huge, tearful smile plastered on his face as all the engines wished him a a very happy birthday. Polly had since been turned around, and had backed into a new shed that had been specially built just for her. "Happy 100th Birthday, big brother. I love you."

Moon God Thomas!

Thank god ghost-ward will be easier...

Anywho, this is what Thom will look like someday. What a day in the neighbourhood that will be ay?

My favorite current Splatoon 3 memory was me and another roller guy on the other team rolling into each other to instant death for both of us, respawning, running to the exact same place, and doing the same thing again 3 more times, 10/10 I see why people love this game

see! this is the point of rollers! ‘theyre good for covering large swathes of turf’ yes but theyre also good for Be Silly, Crushing, and Not Thoughts Only Running into people. which is more important

Siblings Reunited, Part 1

Many months earlier.

Henry was calm as he took in his surroundings. He was returning to Sodor from a sudden trip to Doncaster Station on the mainland, and was passing by a local scrapyard. He felt chills run through his frames as he rolled by. He came to a halt as he suddenly heard a voice call out to him from within the yard. "H..elp..meeee.." It moaned, somehow distinctly feminine despite how weak and raspy it was. "I-is someone in there?!" Henry called, backing up until he could peek inside. His eyes flew open when he saw an engine sitting there, half dismantled and in clear disrepair. She had apparently been sent there for scrap some time ago, and was never fully dismantled. "Fizzling Fireboxes!" He exclaimed. "Theres an engine in there! A-and shes alive!!" Henrys driver and fireman scrambled out of the cab to see for themselves. "Sweet lord, Henry, you're right!" Said his fireman. "And.. Is it just me.. Or.. Does she look alarmingly similar to Gordon?" His driver pointed out. Henry squinted, and all at once he could see the resemblance. "Could.. Could she be one of Gordons sisters..?" He whimpered. "Theres no way! Most of Gordons siblings were scrapped in the 60s!" His drivers entire body trembled as he stood there. The engine in the scrapyard just sat there silently, watching them amongst bits and pieces of engines long dead. Despite her severely run down state, her eyes held a faint glimmer of hope. "How long have you been in here..?" Henry asked, his eyes wide and glittering in fear. "and.. How are you communicating with me.. without any steam..?" The engine cracked a smile, opening her mouth to try and reply. Before she could say anything however, her eyes rolled back twords her smokebox, and she fell unconscious due to the exstensive damage. "We have to tell Sir Topham Hatt!" Henry wheeshed steam anxiously as his crew prepared him to continue his return journey. "Too right, old boy! Come on, full steam ahead!" Exclaimed his driver, and they set off once more with a renewed determination to save the half scrapped Pacific, and reunite her with Gordon. How they were going to DO that however, was anybodys guess.

After Henry had returned to Sodor, he and his crew went about the task of convincing the NWR's controller to purchase the engine in the Doncaster scrapyards. Noting how Gordons' 100th was coming up, and how they had Gordons blueprints on hand, he didnt see any reason to deny their request! "I will let you know as soon as I purchase this engine. Gordons 100th birthday is coming up, and I cant think of a better gift, than to reunite him with a sibling thought long dead." He adjusted his suit as he stood up from his desk. "I will make sure the Steamworks is prepared to bring an engine in her condition back up to working order. If she is as bad as you have described, its going to be an all hands on deck operation to get her rebuilt, repainted and recertified in time for Gordons birthday." Henrys crew couldnt hide their excitement, and neither could Henry! Outside the Fat Controllers office, Henry sat and listened to the conversation through an open window. A grin spreading across his face from one side of his smokebox to the other, he whistled in excitement. "shhh! Dont blow the surprise before we even get the engine here!" His driver laughed, looking out the window at his engine. "Henry, im putting you in charge of getting the other engines ready to assist with this surprise." Sir Topham Hatt boomed, turning to look out the window himself. "Make sure they're ready to run at all hours, and make sure they're all going to keep this a secret!" Henrys eyes glittered with a mixture of determination and excitement as his fire burned brighter than ever. "Yes sir! You can count on me!" And so, their mission had begun.