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[duskstargazer]

Red-Hot Tempers

[1976]

James was arranging a goods train when he heard a horn he'd come to recognize. His tubes sank a little when he made the connection.

“Clear ahead for Super Ed!” Came the booming voice that had come to be associated with the new engine. “Where is Super Ed to put this order of coal?”

James grimaced. Where was Charlie or Stafford when he needed them? He had no interest in talking with the diesel that’d actually managed to replace him. Not to mention how said new engine didn’t seem to know when to stop talking.

“Where you have them is fine.” He grunted.

“They'll be blocking up the rest of the yard.” The Electro-Diesel complained. “No, the days of engines being stuck behind Super Ed are gone. Super Ed will make room for-”

James's steam pressure rose sharply.

“I said, leave them there.” He growled. “I'm the one with experience handling this yard.”

“Yes, yes, we know you're old.” Super Ed replied, dismissively.

James's face burned as the trucks around them laughed.

“But surely you can't be so stuck in your ways that you can't accept a bit of help from the new engine?”

“I'm not old!!”

“Haven't you been here longer than most of the engines on our railway?” Asked Stafford, innocently.

Oh, now he shows up.

Super Ed laughed.

“Stafford, what the hell!”

“Oh- I thought that was something you'd be proud of.”

“Oh, you're OLD old.” The Electro-Diesel chuckled. “Not to worry, Super Ed will have these out of your way in a flash. You go ahead and have a rest.”

“No. I'll sort them. I don't need you taking any more of my work!”

“Suit yourself,” Super Ed taunted, “but don't strain yourself too much!”

James scowled as he arranged himself in front of the trucks.

“Why's the old rust bucket pulling us?” One of the trucks called out.

“Mind you don't fall asleep while shunting us, gramps!” Cackled another.

“I'm not old!” James hollered.

“Yea you are!”

“I am not!!”

“Old as dirt!”

“You're the age of all of us combined!”

“IAmNotIAmNotIAmNotIAMNOT!!!” James roared, surging forward. However, between the long line of trucks and the wet rails, he couldn't move so much as an inch.

Stafford and Super Ed watched with contrasting expressions as James got himself all worked up. Eventually, the chain between James and the first truck gave way, and the red engine shot forward, straight into another rake of trucks.

“Seems you're even weaker than you look.” Super Ed chuckled. “Nevermind, old-timer, that's what Super Ed is here for.”

“I'll uh, I'll get a crane.” Stafford offered.

James’s coarse reply was muffled under the equally coarse pile of ballast.

[duskstargazer]

Testing Limits

[1976]

The Coaling Plant was a much different place. The huge coal tower in the middle of the main yard was still out of service, and the area around it was blocked off so the repair work could go uninterrupted.

Unfortunately, that in turn interrupted the work of everyone else - not that the new engine cared in the slightest.

“Load up those trucks! Super Ed can handle twice the weight of any ordinary engine!”

“Dude, cool it.” Brandon warned. “Bending rules is all well ‘n’ good, but you don't wanna end up overworkin’ yourself, especially sinc-”

“There is no ‘overworking’ Super Ed!” The Electro-Diesel scoffed. “Super Ed can carry far more and in less time than anyone else!”

“Let ‘im.” Grunted Robert. “He'll figure it out eventually. Let him fry his own system, it's not our concern.”

“It will be when Norbert has to rescue him.”

“No, it’ll be between Ed and Norbert.”

“Super Ed!” The Electro-Diesel angrily corrected.

Rebecca wasn’t as keen on leaving the new engine to his own.

“That's… a lot of coal trucks…” She warned.

“And?” The Electro-Diesel scoffed. “Super Ed is a very strong, fast, and dependable engine. A few extra trucks won't slow down Super Ed!”

“Even so, you shouldn't risk straining your generator.”

“Trust Super Ed to look after himself, dear. This generator is brilliant. Super Ed won’t have to rely solely on that ratty old diesel motor - and you all have a truly reliable engine to depend upon!”

Rebecca made to say more, but Super Ed set off before she got the chance.

[talkingallpostal]

Postal has a huge racism problem, and subsequently the fandom does as well. I urge more people to hold the developers accountable opposed to putting them on a pedestal, the Arab stereotypes in postal 2 are nasty. Yes it’s a 2000s game, but time is no excuse, especially when Vince Desi is currently on twitter reposting extremely nasty content about black and brown people.

As a fandom, we could be doing better.

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[duskstargazer]

Electric Atmosphere

[1976]

Ever since Super Ed had taken up residence there, the sheds had become a difficult place to live.

“Twice from Tidmouth to Vicarstown before noon.” He gloated. “Super Ed told you he gets your railway ahead. Let's see one of you try and beat that with forty coal trucks.”

“Must he always speak in the third person?” Emily muttered.

“Super Ed will speak however he chooses. He's what’s making your railway flourish!”

“Absolute rot!” Gordon rumbled.

“Don’t make that a thing, Gordon.” Almond sighed. “Also, what's with those things on the roof?”

“Ah, you mean the Copper Nine?” The Electro-Diesel replied, with complete seriousness. “They fit the electric aesthetic.”

“It looks ridiculous.” Gordon sniffed. “Sounds just as stupid, too.”

“You probably could've achieved the same look with copper colored stripes.” Almond said.

“All it's really missing is a giant hole blasted through the middle.”

Super Ed paid no attention.

“Anyway, your railway has needed proper - real - main line traction for a while now. It's a good thing Super Ed arrived when he did. Super Ed is stronger than a diesel, and faster than lightning.”

“And more big-headed than both as well.” Gordon scoffed.

“Shove it, old-timer. You’re just jealous you can’t compete with this kind of performance. “

Rebecca let out a stifled sounding chuckle.

“Why, with such speed and strength, don’t be too surprised if Super Ed comes to claim those express coaches.”

Gordon froze.

“You won’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

“You won’t.” Gordon repeated, pressure rising by the second.

“Once this order of coal is handled, you’ll see.”

[talkingallpostal]

Postal Yumeshipper here responding to that one anon talking about how some yumeshippers call him 'cutsey' and I'd like to say I'd wholeheartedly agree. I honestly dislike him being boiled down to just this 'innocent, cutsey' old man that likes pink and SO kawaiicore UWU stuff. There are some yumes who do that (to each their own ig) but I personally kinda find that it takes away from his character.

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[talkingallpostal]

I honestly don’t get why so many people here expect progressiveness from the Postal devs. Guys, these are old ass, they’ve got beer bellies and they’re already at (or getting close to) the age of the Dude from the fourth game. I don’t know what you’re expecting from openly conservative white men

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[talkingallpostal]

the postal games would've been better if the dudes were all butches send ask

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[talkingallpostal]

Fuck the kink discourse, I feel like a big issue I've seen in the postal fandom is nobody properly tags self harm.

And I'm not talking about scars- I'm talking about how I've seen a bunch of art of Dude cutting or harming himself yet none of it is tagged properly. There's no warning or anything and most of it is very graphic?

And of course you could argue "oh it's a graphic adult game with constant violence", but I feel like regular violence isn't the same. We never in game see Dude hurt himself (at least not from what I can remember aside from him killing himself, but that's played off as a gag and completely up to the player), it's mainly a hc- and the headcanon itself is perfectly fine, I just feel if you're going to be drawing art of him hurting himself, you should tag it properly because not everybody wants to just get flashed with that when they aren't looking for art like that.

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