EVERTHING IS CANON! chapter 3. (1901 - 1915)

chapter 3: it gets gory

now last time we left off i was going to talk about Godred. so lets get on to that. you would think the long mountain railway would have a nice few months after opening. Well...

Let's play a little game I made!

All you gotta do is pick a answer out of 3 and get a free Beyblade

the rules are simple. i give you three answers and you try to pick one. so here are your 3


1. A small hiccup happened and at the end of the day everyone learned a lesson "probably"

2. Everything went fine and dandy

3. A horrible tragedy that would cause over 500 deaths caused by a monkey

after you picked one scroll down. 🔽















if you picked 2. (Everything went fine and dandy) THEN CONGRADULATION. YOU GET A BIG HEEPING SPOON FULL OF!!!! DRUM ROLE PLEASE!







wrong. the right answer was number 3. you probably already seen the book anyways. but let me tell you about the things and facts before the incident and what lead to it. Ah, Godred, the not-so-beloved engine of the Culdee Fell Railway. He's like that annoying coworker who always thinks they're the smartest in the room and isn't afraid to let everyone know it. Every single soul that ever stepped an inch hated him. Picture this: a locomotive with an ego bigger than his smokestack, strutting around Sodor like he owns the tracks. He's reckless, always taking unnecessary risks and never listening to anyone's advice. You'd think he'd learn from his mistakes, but nope, he just keeps chugging along, causing trouble wherever he goes. And his personality? Let's just say he's an unlikeable asshole. He could eat a whole bowl of alphabet soup and can separately vomit the continents and vowels. He can speak 7 languages but nobody likes him in those countries. He's argumentative, always ready to pick a fight with anyone who dares to question his antics. It's like he's got a permanent cloud of grumpiness hovering over his boiler. But here's the kicker: everybody kind of wanted Godred to hang himself except for Wilfred who sees good in everyone but Godred still acted like a prick to him. He's the engine you avoid at the shed, the one whose company you'd trade for a shovel of coal any day. His arrogance and recklessness? They're about as charming as a coal tender full of piss and vomit. So, next time you hear the rumble of tracks and catch a glimpse of purple paint streaking by, you'll know to steer clear. That's Godred, the grumpy troublemaker of the rails, leaving a trail of headaches and eye rolls in his wake. Now goodreads also fights with alot of people, apesaly one in particular. Hannah Banana. Now, she's not just any ordinary railway worker's wife, she's married to Godred's unfortunate driver. But let me tell you, she's about as charming as a sack of shit on a rainy day and if the rain was acidic and the world exploded. Hannah's got a personality that could make thanos, eric cartman and emperor Palpatine look like alright people. She's got a voice like a banshee and a glare that could stop a rocket ship at 100 miles per hour dead in its tracks. And her Welsh accent? Well, let's just say it's about as pleasant as a flock of seagulls squawking at sunrise. Now, her poor husband, bless his soul, spends his days trying to keep the peace between Hannah and the rest of the railway workers. But it's like trying to herd cats in a thunderstorm—impossible and downright ridiculous. He's the kind of guy who deserves a medal for putting up with her antics.But here's the real kicker, nobody, not even her own husband likes Hannah fagata. She's the Karen of the railway, always stirring up trouble and making life difficult for everyone around her. She's the type to complain about the weather, the food, and just about anything else you can think of. Well you might be wondering why did her husband (gorge) marry her if she did not like her. Well her is the story you see gorge was a homosexual and had to keep it a secret since the community was very by the books. But fate had other plans for poor George when he crossed paths with the rambunctious monkey, Hannah Banana. Hannah had a knack for getting her way, and when she set her sights on George, there was no escaping her clutches. You see, Hannah had a rather unconventional way of wooing her suitors. She chased poor George around the town with an ak47 but she did not get in trouble since she was a girl, flinging bananas and demanding his affections with all the subtlety of a steam engine. And try as he might to escape her grasp, George found himself trapped in a cage of huge madness. Before he knew it, George was whisked away to the church, with Hannah clinging to his arm like a barnacle on a ship. But getting her there was no easy feat—oh no. They had to lure her with a bucket of fish, dangling it in front of her like a carrot on a stick. And so, in a ceremony that was more chaotic than a runaway train with 121480 fuel tankers on fire heading for a power plant right next to a nuke shop right next to a volcano, George found himself shackled to Hannah Banana for better or for worse. But little did he know, their journey together was just beginning, with more mischief and mayhem awaiting them around every corner. But through it all, George couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a way to escape Hannah's clutches and find some peace and quiet in this crazy world. But for now, he was stuck—trapped in a marriage to the most eccentric monkey in all of the world. Now imagine how she and godred got along. Not very well. It was a very toxic relationship. Godred and Hannah argued more than any boy, girl, person, thing or any color of the freaking rainbow. They argued more the the nazis and russians, north korea and usa, mario and bowser, and even worse then rivalries that i cant say cause if i do i will get canceled, you get it? Good me neither lets get on to the story. When they would get up for the morning she would say to godred and i quote "EAT YOUR FU##ING CORNFLAKES YOU CO#K SUCKER!" and godred would reply with and i quote "listen bit#h i am tired of your meddling and you should be calling you husband the real cock sucker." and she replied with and i quote "KEEP FU##ING WITH ME LITTLE DICK A## PU###Y LICKER!" and godred would reply with and i quote "FU#K YOU YA CU##!" and she would reply with "the reason because your dad never came back is because I FU###D HIM TO DEATH!" and godred would reply with and i quote " I DON'T EVEN HAVE A FATHER CAUSE MY A## IS A MO###R FU##IN TRAIN A##! AND ALSO YOU SAID YOU F###ED HIM SO YOU'RE ADMITTING THAT YOU HAVE A PENIS! GET THE FU#K OUT OF MY LIFE!" such a wonderful, lovely and beautiful great happy friendship. Also did i mention she drinks nothing but crappy drinks at the cafe, drinks that most emos and Karen's drink. On 3 June 1904 Hannah walked into the bedroom trying to sleep because she was tired from doing absolutely nothing whatsoever with her life and she saw her husband being PLOWED BUY ANORTHER GUY! well George meet another guy name rick and they started going out and had a 100% better relation ship. And even though hannah never loved him she was still pissed. And she yelled out with anger and i quote "OH LOOK THE DUMB F#CK IS BEING PLOWED BY THIS UGLY ASS! DUMB ASS! GOOFY ASS! GAY ASS! IDIOT ASS! COKE ADICTED ASS! TRAIN DRIVING ASS DUMBY!! I WILL BE BACK I SWEAR! BEWARE OF DEVILS BACK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" now you might be wondering about devils back. The ridge's ancient name is Dreeym-y-Deighan, but since the building of the railway the English translation has come into common use. It is a bleak spot, open to every wind that blows, and only when winds are light or moderate are trains allowed to cross it. The weather up here is so suddenly changeable that though it may look fair at Kirk Machan or even Skarloey Road, there is no telling what conditions will be when the train has reached Devil's Back. Accordingly, tickets for the Summit are always issued on the understanding that the train may be halted here and allowed to go no further. This provision applies only to trains carrying fare-paying passengers, but service trains must get through regardless of weather. For instance, Stationmen must get to their places of duty first thing in the morning, as must also the Staff of the Summit Restaurant together with the stores they need for the day, and all must be brought back in the evening. Breakdown and Rescue trains are in the same category. Their urgency demands that they brave anything that the weather can throw at them. Gusts of wind met on Devil's Back are quite capable of derailing lightly loaded trains. Urgency requires risks to be taken, but these are minimised by careful ballasting. A supply of sandbags is kept for the purpose both at Summit and at Devil's Back. These when loaded on the "Trucks" help to provide stability in the highest wind. The Statesman's hut at Devil's Back is stoutly built and, being set slightly lower than the railway itself, is to some extent sheltered from the prevailing wind. It is not a pleasant place to be on duty, and a stationmen's rota ensures that each man Serves here only one week in four. The place is barren, and often clammy with low clouds. Always, even on the most favorable day, there is wind. It can be felt tugging at the coach as trains cross the ridge, and the contrast on reaching shelter on the other side is clearly marked. Once over the ridge the railway twists and turns, gaining height at the expense of mileage, till at last this expedient will no longer serve, and the final gradient seems to rear up ahead into the sky like the wall of a house. Shouting defiance at this obstacle, the engines lift the train up another 600ft in the last half mile. The gradient eases and the rocky skyline dissolves into an extensive view, and the train comes into Summit Station. Now you might be wondering about mountains, sharp curves, sumit, dangour, winds, you know what gonna happen. Also some of you might have read the original story but it's way darker than you think. Awdry knew the real dark truth and tried to change it to be more kid friendly. So here's the real devil's back terrorist attack. That's a fun rhyme. It was June 4th, 1900. The skies were clear, and the sun bathed the mountain slopes in a warm golden glow. Godred, one of the railway's proud locomotives, set out on his routine journey, pulling a passenger train up the Summit. "As Godred approached Devil's Back, a notorious stretch of track known for its perilous twists and turns, a sense of unease lingered in the air. But Godred, blinded by his own hubris, pressed on, confident in the invincibility of his automatic brakes. Then, in a heart-stopping moment, disaster struck. Godred's wheels slipped off the rails, sending him careening down the mountainside, his once majestic form reduced to a tumbling wreck of metal and steam.