"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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February 14th: 9:57am: Jesus, that was intense. Sorry, but I'll need a fair bit of space. We left the forest, and realised quickly something was happening at the yard connecting to the station! We reached the entrance, and what we saw surprised us. Thomas and James, Thomas was backing up, had a few dent's and a chunk of his face gone, he looked horrified! James was sat in the middle! His boiler was beginning to cave! Clearly he'd been ran dry! We shot forward! But it was too late. Donald tried to whistle to Thomas, but it did no good. James' boiler erupted into a huge fireball!
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Boiler tubes sprayed everywhere! One went right through the cab window! Damn near killed Koko and I. One just missed Donald's face! We screamed in terror and huddeled for a moment, before, just like that, everything was quiet. We got down and checked Donald over, thank god he wasn't hurt. But James wasn't as lucky. The explosion killed him instantly, and god knows where Thomas went. I just hope he's alright. We've put out the fire, and are just filling up on coal and water, but we're eager to leave. This time, I know why.
February 14th: 10:07am: We're just patching Donald up. Looks like it took off some of his handrails and one of his nameplates. Donald can't stop shaking, he's terrified. Looks like Todd and Martin in James' cab were killed. I think, I cannot see them. Donald's been trying to take his mind off it by talking about Dilly. Since animals seem to not be affected, we assume Dilly should be fine. Once we've patched Donald up, we'll be heading up to the ironworks. Hopefully there isn't a scrap engine or more corpses up there. But we'll see.
February 14th: 11:43am: We're at the station by the lake. Old Bailey's had too much beer. He's literally useless. Although, we can hear some noises from up at the ironworks. We're about to go up and check.
