Jun 13
I like to think any and all Postal Dude variants are canon, kinda like Hatsune Miku.
seen from Russia
seen from India
seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
I like to think any and all Postal Dude variants are canon, kinda like Hatsune Miku.
The Switch
[1976]
“So. Who's coaches are those?”
Super Ed eyed the rake of express coaches as they glided into the station.
“That's The Limited.” BoCo explained. “Henry, Bear, Emily, and I usually take it in turns.”
“Hm. Super Ed will take it.”
“I'm not sure that that's allowed. Besides, your coal trains-”
“Bah. Nevermind the coal trains. Super Ed has proven himself more than capable with those. What Super Ed needs is to pull a real train.”
“The coal trains are plenty real - important, too!”
“Please. They're only trucks. What Super Ed needs is a demanding, high-priority train such as this. You can have the coal trucks if you're so hung up on them.”
BoCo gave Super Ed a skeptical look.
“Aren't you concerned about straining yourself?”
“Aren't you? Your class weren't terribly consistent performers even on a good day.”
BoCo recoiled. His class’s track record back on the Other Railway was a sensitive topic.
“Well- the Works here sorted out most of the issues.”
“Most of?” Super Ed pressed. “You don't sound terribly confident in that. Our passengers need an engine they can depend upon. Super Ed is the natural choice.”
BoCo's brow furrowed.
“You give yourself a break. Come back when you're… feeling more up to the task.”
A tense silence stretched between the two engines.
“Fine. Go ahead. Knock your engine out.”
“Much appreciated.” The Electro-Diesel grinned. “Super Ed will give these passengers a journey to remember.”
My attempt at p1 (WIP)
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.
*insert the lyrics to photograph by Nickelback here*
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.
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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