#meralocations

A bullet train with a hungering maw rips through time in space swallowing warriors for motives unknown. Once it has collected its army, they must fight through the train's endless cars to be the last fighter standing, while dealing with whatever else the train has picked up along the way. The Pain Train usually grants some sort of reward to the winner, before depositing everyone (or what's left of them) back in the time and place they were swallowed. The Train’s creator is unknown, its conductor only rumored, but the Train has a will, and it has themes. In the past, it has (in different trials) collected the greatest sword fighters from across the universe, the same warrior from different points in their life, the same warrior but from different alternate timelines, every descendant of Ghengis Khan between the age of 18 and 35, and every attendant of one year’s summer olympics. The trials are always combat. Not always lethal, but usually are. You don’t have to fight, if you don’t want to, of course. But there’s no other way off. There are aged corpses of those who tried. 

Ten thousand realms of malignance rest in a reality below our own. We were one of them, once, or so the stories go. But we fought our way to the top, freed from the corrupting influence of being awash in magic, where it would’ve seeped into our bodies and turned us from mortals into beings of stories and myth, we were allowed to become human. The Seven Sentinels of the Summit (including Amulet, Dreamland, and other unknown parties), protect Earth’s position as the surface reality. Below, the realms close enough to exist in a form that can understand their plight and our freedom plot to take our place. General Havoc rallies the endless armies of the Bloodlands. The No-Man on the Unmoon creeps through dreams to drag us to the Undersky. Inferno of the Pyre waits still for the bonds of reality itself to melt. Nobody does nothing, and never has. King Sheep, Uoy, Clericus, Merlin the Mad, Aurchavaust, and hundreds of others make plots of their own. If you do not know of what they’ve tried to do to us, you are lucky. Look into it no further. 

Probus City is the Super City of Tomorrow! New York may have given rise to the nation’s first superhuman in Lady Liberty, but all its best have called Probus home for generations. You’ll of course want to hop on the hero sightseeing armored buses, but also be sure to visit the Stardome Arena for Sparkleball matches and other super sports! After, relax at the recently opened Xerxes Plaza (sponsored by the Xerxes Corporation) and be sure to visit its indoor/outdoor shopping megaplex. For some history, The American Heroes Museum covers Metahumans through the ages, and the old Probus Research Center that helped this city get its start offers daily tours! The Newton Energies Power Plant visitor experience is presently closed due to villain attacks. Again.