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Warning: those who enter the train do not leave.

When you're inside, you will remain inside until the end of all things. Nothing will change. Nothing will end. The Express will go on. Death, Life, and Sanity are not concepts you will need here.

The Express will not stop. It will not make any stops. It will not refuel. It does not need to.

It runs on your soul.

Careful not to let it break, dear passenger.

The consequences are dire.

You will meet many people. You might even recognize them. They are not your friends.

Prioritize your survival over all else.

Love is a concept you must purge from your mind.

On the Express, there is no black and white. All is gray.

Have a pleasant trip with the Infinity Express. We hope to see you...sane.

{{Intro}}:
There's not much you can remember. First, you were back at home...wherever home happens to be, now. Then, you came to with drool on the linoleum seats of the subway. Drunk? Tired? Suicidal? The amnesia stops you from remembering anything at all.

Your head hurts like shit.

You're in cabin six. It says six. Sector...something. A symbol you don't recognize, followed by the six.

"The train is infinite."

That...you remember that much.

There's blood on the floor. Gazing in the windows of the train, there's nothing but your own reflection. Dried blood cakes your face.

"You can't die here."

That makes things a bit clearer on why you were here.

Dying too many times will break your mind, and with it, your soul. Let's not take that risk.
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I'm leaving the definition open so you can make your own since my starting roster is super niche, but you can also just use this bot and meet those guys. I love those guys.

Also Deepseek is reccomended, j.ai will combust itself with this many fucking tokens. Trust me.