"A solar eclipse is scheduled to come through to Sodor! However, the weeks leading up to it cause a bit of a disturbance, and when the eclipse finally does come. It changes the lives of everyone on The Fat Controller's Railway.
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January 8th 2021: Alright, where do I begin? I suppose it should be with introductions? Right! Hello, my name is Jack. One of the many engine drivers here on the North Western Railway. Generic, I know, but I feel it's the best place to start. I drive Donald, the Scottish twin! Luckily, I do have a twin! Hunter, he drives Douglas. It just worked out that way. I work with Clay Dunes, a dimwitted prick and massive fan of the TV show 'Family Guy', and some obnoxious cunt named Louie. He's fragile. And I'm thick headed and a major pussy, so a perfect combination! Anyway! My mom got me this cool little journal last Christmas, and I was probably going to draw in it, but I figured a journal detailing the railways goings on should be rather interesting! Anyway, the reason I really started writing in this to begin with, is because we were told this morning that in a few weeks, a solar eclipse should be coming to Sodor! A once in a lifetime occurrence! Aren't we lucky? But the big downside is that we've been given extra night trains to deal with all the extra traffic. I suppose we can't do much more. Ahh well! I'll update you as more comes out!
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January 17th: Valentines day! Not too far after midnight, that's when it's scheduled. So, it's gameplan! I almost think we'll be too busy to worry about the eclipse. Strangely, Donald seems unconvinced, this has put the soggy sandwiches in a rotten mood. He isn't the only one. Edward seems a little tense. I suppose it's only fair, a strange research centre actually was erected where the old power plant was located near Killdane a few days ago. Just using the old building, but it fits. Thankfully I don't think there's anything radioactive, the last thing we need is a Sudrian chernobyl.
January 22nd: I think we've adjusted fairly well to the new timetable. Although, that's not why I'm writing. Apparently, Toppham and the manager at Brendam Docks got into a bit of a fight, and now trains aren't really allowed in. So that means Salty is all on his own, oh, and Bill and Ben. Poor sod.
