greatspeler

I was born on a train moving at a high rate of speed as it tore past an urban landscape. There was a tornado undulating above the tracks at close to the train's speed of sixty miles per hour. It was a small tornado, I've been told, but strong enough to derail a train, and so the engineer went full-speed ahead as my labored and horrified mom watched the green-brown sky boil and churn. To be more specific and to satisfy the thirst of the impatient-inquisitive personalities, I was born in seat 29-C.

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