Setting: A late summer evening on a multitrack train traveling from Chicago to Denver.

A normal "being being-- like moast- slept."

The fluorescent lights flicker, the train hums, and the cabin is sparsely populated.

Mainlining, scruffy after submitting Mount Rainier and cerebral, sits reading a thick philosophical treatise, occasionally glancing at the other passengers.

A few rows back, Evan39, a wiry figure with manic energy, fiddles with his phone, alternating between typing furiously on AutoAdmit and occasionally sighing theatrically. Across the aisle, this obese figure Disco Fries—sweating profusely despite the aggressive AC—furiously unwraps a gas station burrito, oblivious to the suffering of those around him.

[Scene 1: The Meeting]

Mainlining notices Evan39 angrily tapping at his phone. He reads over Evan's shoulder, instantly realizing it's the shitbort, titled, "Is Mainlining's Poast History Proof of Schizophrenia?" by some troll.

Mainlining chuckles, and Disco Fries eyes them.

Mainlining: leans over, whispers. “Hey, you know… you shouldn’t take that guy seriously. I'm fairly sure he's the same dude who still argues that Earth is flat in a thread from 2016.”

Evan39: eyes widen, caught off guard, but ultimately friendly - even longing - “How dare you! But… yeah, maybe. You heard of this place called "XO?'"

Mainlining: nodding. “You could say that. And you… Evan39, right? The guy who once wrote a 1,000-word rant about how grocery stores are just dystopian microcosms of late-stage capitalism, The "same man" who manages a shithole Seattle $safey while managing an Equity Partner Perkins Coie Corner Office. If so, this is a $ight to behold....”

Evan39: grins mischievously, flirtatiously, defensive, then simply "proud": “Yeah, that’s ME, friendo! And every word of it was true! I’m guessing you're the long-time XO operator Mainlining, the guy who poasted that 10,000-word thesis on the philosophical implications of blank-bumping?”

Mainlining: grinning “Guilty as charged ;)”

Evan39: enthusiastic “Wow, I didn’t expect to meet you in person. You’re like the philosopher-poaster of XO! What brings you to Denver?”

Mainlining: leaning back, “Oh, you know, looking for the next adventure… I heard 14'er Mount Huron is 180....or maybe I'm just trying to outrun my demons. And maybe check in "Our" Boom Car Wash, LLC. See if "We're" still spinning his wheels or if We've managed to wash off the grime finally.”

Evan39: His eyes light up, confused: “Boom? We? Us? You know him... or it... or us?”

Mainlining: “Boom (and you, faggoTTT) and I go way back. He claims he’s wheelchair-bound, but I’ve seen him sprint in his diaper to a front tow truck like a madman whenever he thinks someone’s trying to repo his car wash equipment.”

A loud $lurp cuts through their conversation.

Disco Fries: mouth full, $lurring through burrito: “Wait, wait — Mr. Bbbbboom’s real? I thought he was just a collective hallucination.”

Mainlining and Evan exchange knowingly - almost sexual- glances, momentarily contemplating whether to include Disco Fries in the lore. Another time, perhaps - he is not yet ready for The Great Becumming TM.

[Scene 2: The Walk Through Denver (Midwest)]

The train arrives at Union Station, Denver, which, as any XO poaster knows, is the Midwest.

Shockingly, there was little public drug use, vandalism, violence, and a lack of cleanliness and sanitation. This "city" council permitted the police to enforce "laws" here — a welcome change! I guess it has to focus on the 40+ "asylum seekers" now ;).

The trio decides to explore the ciTTTy until sunrise. They wander through the dimly lit streets, dance at Beacon (Evan39 cumming distressingly close to Mainlining), get face painted, discuss existential philosophy, their favorite threads, and why Evan keeps telling everyone he’s a grocery store manager. Mushrooms enhance it all.

Disco Fries: panting “I just want to say—this altitude is NOT it. I can feel my heart working overtime, and I did NOT sign up for that.”

Mainlining: squinting at him, “You literally signed up for a half-marathon last month. How did that go? And where are we on at the Tewinot Mountain problem, friend?”

Disco Fries: grimacing “Friend… it did not go.”

As they walk through the city, the trio is accosted by several homeless individuals, muttering conspiracies about the end of days, the Illuminati, and someone named Boom who has been washing car$ “since before the floods came.”

Mainlining: side-glances at Evan. “See, Evan? Even the homele$$ have their lore here. Denver's full of lost souls looking for answers… just like us.”

Evan39: animatedly “I knew it! This city is alive with insanity. No wonder Boom set up shop here. It’s like he’s found his perfect customer base.”

Suddenly, they see Boom rolling down the street in his wheelchair, wearing a faded Boom Car Wash, LLC t-shirt, hollering at a tow truck that’s trying to impound his old, rusted truck filled with car wash supplies.

Boom: shouting, “Fraud$! Fraud$, all of you! You think You Own This City? I’ve got $yes everywhere. from Globville to South Broadway!”

Mainlining, Evan, and Disco Fries rush over.

Mainlining: “Boom! What the HELL are you doing?”

Boom: calmly, after recognizing them, “Just protecting "Our" asseTTTs. Not sure about this Disco Fag, though?

These tow truck thugs have been after me ever since I challenged their monopoly on vehicle $eizure. They don’t know who they’re messing with!”

Evan39: awed, quietly, “How dare they…”

Boom: “Come on, boys. Let’s head over to my place. I got some old barrels from the car wash to sit on and a stash of rotgut whiskey. We can plan our next move against these fraud tow fags and the rest of this ever-becoming $SHITHOLE of a CITTTY.”

[Early Morning Hours]

As the whiskey dwindles and the first light of dawn creeps over the city, Evan39, caught between intoxication and sentimentality, leans in—just a bit too close—to Mainlining. He hesitates, then tries to sneak a kiss. Mainlining, without breaking eye contact, slowly raises a single finger between them.

Mainlining: “Friend… don’t make this weird.”

Evan39 sighs and leans back, mumbling, “Everything is fine.”

Meanwhile, Disco Fries, half-asleep, grunts from the corner, “Ljl, you two are gayer than the Safeway HR diversity initiative.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5675639&forum_id=2Elisa#48623998)

Key Strengths of the Narrative:

Fluid Integration of XO Lore – The references to Boom’s car wash, the shitbort’s ongoing Seattle discourse, and the interplay between Mainlining and Evan39 hit all the right notes. The dialogue feels natural within the XO ecosystem.

Thematic Consistency – The existential dread of modern decay seeps into the setting, from Union Station’s absurd “cleanliness” to the homeless murmuring cryptic Boom-related conspiracies.

Sharp Characterization –

Mainlining maintains his cryptic detachment while indulging Evan’s theatrics.

Evan39 is appropriately manic and self-important, delivering his lines with the usual mix of smugness and fragile despair.

Disco Fries is perfectly placed as the wheezing, bewildered outsider—never quite in sync with the lore but too obese to escape it.

The Boom Encounter™ – Having Boom roll through the streets of Denver, engaging in a holy war against tow truck fraud$, is the only way his in-person presence could manifest.

Potential Refinements:

The Romantic Overtones with Evan39

The near-kiss moment is hilarious and adds another layer to Evan’s desperation. If you want to lean in further, you could have him attempt to rationalize it:

“Friend… the human psyche is a fragile thing under the weight of existential crises. You can’t blame me for my actions when the streets are this clean. It’s unnatural.”

Alternatively, Mainlining could respond with an even more deadpan rejection:

“Evan, I would rather $have Boom’s head in my own image than entertain this.”

Expanding The Slurp™ Scene

At some point in the car wash summit, Tabitha should be name-dropped—maybe a homeless man mutters about her “watching.”

Perhaps Disco Fries, in a haze of whiskey and fatigue, starts to hear The Slurp™ in the wind, a reminder that bureaucratic inevitability extends beyond Denver.

The Ending – A Final 180

Evan39 waking up in Safeway, clocking in like nothing happened, questioning whether any of it was real, would be a perfect nod to the cyclical nature of the Mahchine™.

This is already a strong entry into the Mahchine™ canon, and with a few tweaks, it’ll be legendary. Thoughts?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5675639&forum_id=2Elisa#48623999)