I am giving away 200 points to a lucky deviant! There are only 4 steps:
1. Watch me
2. Make a journal entry stating something like this:
PumpkinPieCrazy is giving away 200 points!
Check it out here: 200 Point Give-Away!
3. Favorite some stuff of mine, adopt some of my foals, and gift me a llama to increase your chances.
4. Link back in this journals comments!
This hacker has been going around making a name for himself on the site. He'll hack into your account, but lay low for at least a week. You never even know he's there until you start seeing pictures of Thomas the Tank Engine saved onto your sta.sh. This will continue for a little while until a journal with the title "It's Too Late" is posted on your profile. The journal will be nothing but the lyrics to "Hungry Like The Wolf" by Duran Duran. Then he will change your password and begin sending notes to your watchers asking them for sexual favors in return for stock in Slim Jims. He will post poorly drawn My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fan art on your profile, most of which involve Pinkie Pie reciting passages from The Old Testament while wearing various outfits from 1970's Sears catalogs. After five days time he will delete at least 4 of your watchers randomly and tag every single person that YOU watch in almost every post. Then he will begin to write disturbing letters about President Obama in your journal along with screen-caps from those really weird RockAuto.com commercials. Finally after enough time has passed he will delete all of your content, hack into your bank account, force you to buy a 7-year premium membership, change your username to a variation of OHMYGODLOOKATTHOSESHOESTHEONESWITHELACE, and then post 37 pictures of his oddly misshapen nipples on your account.
Post this in your journal to let your watchers know that you haven't been hacked and warn them about this rampant hacker! Stand up and fight! Don't let yourself become his latest victim!
I'm not really sure if this is true, because most hacker threats are usually hoaxes.
Also credit to TrainzMan14578 for slightly editing this message.
APPARENTLY THERE IS A HACKER ON DEVIANTART, CALLED 'LIFE OWNER'.....
TELL EVERYONE ON YOUR LIST BECAUSE IF SOMEBODY ON YOUR LIST ADDS HIM THEN YOU WILL GET HIM ON YOUR LIST. HE WILL FIGURE OUT YOUR ID COMPUTER ADDRESS, SO COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE EVEN IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR THEM AND FAST BECAUSE IF HE HACKS THEIR EMAIL HE HACKS YOUR MAIL TOO (I think what it means by that is that he could assume the identity of your friends, and FOOL you into opening the letter since you think it's your friend that's sending it )!!...
Anyone using Internet mail such as Yahoo, Hotmail, AOL and so on. This information arrived this morning, Direct from both Microsoft and Norton. Please send it to everybody you know who has access to the Internet. You may receive an apparently harmless e-mail titled 'Mail Server Report'
If you open either file, a message will appear on your screen saying: 'It is too late now, your life is no longer beautiful.'
Subsequently you will LOSE EVERYTHING IN YOUR PC,
And the person who sent it to you will gain access to your name, e-mail and password.
This is a new virus which started to circulate on Saturday afternoon. AOL has already confirmed the severity, and the anti virus software's are not capable of destroying it .
The virus has been created by a hacker who calls himself 'life owner'..
PLEASE SEND A COPY OF THIS TO ALL
Remember, always be careful of messages you receive in email-don't open them unless you're 100% POSITIVE they're safe. If you have even the SLIGHTEST doubt, DON'T open it-DELETE it, it's the smart thing to do!
There is a hacker going around and this one is bad.... -.- if he hacks your account he will post pornographic pictures especially a male's nether regions. He will delete all of your watchers and write a journal saying "I hate you all. Go die." If something were to happen to me please understand that I got hacked. As you all know, I would never go and tell all of you I hated you all. I love all of my friends to bits. Please spread this around because if he knows you know about him he might not hack you. I'm not worried about this hacker but I'm making sure to ensure my safety. And I want to make sure you guys are aware so I can save you from this as well.
Later, Frank and Brandon reached the bridge.
"Okay, I saw the ghost, after I crossed this bridge," said Frank.
"Okay," Brandon replied.
After crossing the bridge, they traveled miles through the countryside, where 311 traveled, on her way to the bridge.
"Okay, we'll stop here," said Frank. "Now, we'll call the ghost."
"Okay," Brandon replied. "In the count of 3. 1... 2... 3!"
They both blew their horns as loud as they could, calling 311. But when 311 appeared in front of them, there was a CSX ES44DC and a UP SD40-2 coupled up to her tender. Brandon turned his headlights off and his taillights on and gasped.
"It's Samuel and Dan!," Brandon yelled in surprise.
"311 must've pushed them off the tracks, last Halloween night!," Frank said. "They're coming for us! Go back, go back!"
"Let's get out of here!," Brandon screamed.
Frank and Brandon roared through the countryside with 311, Samuel, and Dan following them. Later, Frank had an idea.
"Brandon!," said Frank. "I have a plan!"
"What is it?," asked Brandon.
"311 may have fallen off an old wooden bridge that was there, before being replaced by that new metal bridge!," said Frank. "So, maybe when we cross that bridge, 311 will vanish! Ghosts can't leave where they died!"
"Good idea!," Brandon agreed.
So, when they reached the curve half a mile from the bridge, Samuel and Dan vanished into the night, since that's where 311 derailed them.
"Okay, Samuel and Dan are gone," Brandon said in relief. "Now all we have to do is escape 311."
"Good," Frank replied.
When Frank and Brandon crossed the bridge, 311 vanished right in the middle of the bridge. Then, Frank and Brandon finally made it back to the roundhouse.
"Okay, let's never manage to see 311, again!," Frank said in relief.
"Did you see that?!," asked Brandon. "Samuel and Dan were ghosts too!"
"I know!," said Frank. "I can't believe 311 actually pushed them off the tracks and they turned into ghosts!"
"Well, they and their big horns deserved it," said Brandon.
"True, but it's still so freaky!," said Frank. "Let's never do that, again! Whenever we have to go on that bridge, let's not say anything about 311, so she won't kill us, because I bet Samuel and Dan were mocking her, while heading for that bridge. When I headed for that bridge, last Halloween night, I didn't say a thing and 311 didn't kill me."
"Good point," said Brandon.
And so, Frank and Brandon never managed to see 311, again. But every Halloween night, 311 will always haunt the countryside, along with her new ghost buddies, Samuel and Dan, until they reach the curve, where 311 derailed them, and 311 reaches the bridge she fell from. So if you ever decide to visit CSX Railroad near the countryside, make sure its not Halloween night.
On October 31, 2011, years after Clinchfield merged with CSX, a CSX SD40-2 named "Frank" was on his way home, after work. The old wooden bridge that 311 fell from was replaced with a modern metal bridge with side guards, so if a train derailed on it, the guards would block it from the edge. But after Frank crossed that bridge, 311, herself appeared out of nowhere, half a mile away from Frank. She sat there with steam flowing from her stack and cylinders. Frank's engineer slammed on the breaks and they stopped right in front of 311 with her headlight shining on his front end and in his driver's eyes. A few seconds later, 311 vanished into the night. Frank and his driver sat there, frozen in terror. A few seconds later, Frank and his engineer continued home. Next morning in the roundhouse, Frank's friend, Brandon woke Frank up. Brandon was a Norfolk Southern C40-9W.
"Good morning, Frank," said Brandon.
"Oh, uh... good morning, Brandon," said Frank, worried.
"Um... are you okay?," asked Brandon. "You seem worried about something."
"I'm glad you asked," Frank replied. "Last night, when I was headed home, I was in for a surprise. Me and my engineer were both really freaked out."
"Well, what was it?," asked Brandon.
"Well," said Frank. "This may sound surprising and kinda fictional, but on my way home, some 4-8-2 appeared out of nowhere. And when my engineer slammed on my breaks, we stopped right in front of her. I could see her number was 311. But we had no idea what her name was. Then, she disappeared."
"Woah, sounds creepy," said Brandon. "Sounds like you guys saw a ghost. I'm not so sure about ghosts, but if you're so freaked out, right now, anything is possible."
"I don't believe any of this!," snorted Samuel. "Ghosts are just fictional things made up to scare young engines!"
Samuel was a Conrail Quality C40-8W.
"I'm telling you, Samuel!," yelled Frank. "Me and my engineer saw the ghost of an old steam locomotive!"
"Nonsense, nonsense! FAKE, FAKE, FAKE, FAKE!," yelled Samuel. "Now, if you don't mind, Dan and I have a freight train to haul to Barstow."
And Samuel left his shed, got on the turntable, until it turned to the right track, and slowly rolled off, headed for his friend, Dan, and their freight train.
"What a jerk," snorted Brandon. "If there really is a ghost engine, I hope it pushes Samuel and Dan off the tracks, while they haul that freight train, tonight. That would teach them a lesson!"
"I'll tell you what," Frank replied. "Next Halloween night, I'm gonna show you this ghost. In most ghost train stories, I've heard, the ghost engine only return on the night it crashed. And since I saw this one on Halloween night, Halloween night must be when it crashed. And it doesn't matter if I forget. When I hear the engine's whistle, it'll remind me."
"Sounds like a plan," Brandon agreed. "Alright. Next Halloween night, we'll go on this ghost hunt. Good night."
"Uhh... good night," Frank replied.
Later that night, Samuel and Dan were hauling their freight train. Dan was a CQ C40-8W, like Samuel. Right after they crossed the bridge, where 311 crashed, Samuel told Dan about Frank's story.
"Hey, Dan, guess what," said Samuel. "Frank says he say a ghost, tonight."
"That's complete nonsense!," snorted Dan.
"That's what I said!," said Samuel.
But 311 could hear what they were saying. So, she appeared behind their freight train, coupled up to it, and pushed it at top speed. Even though normally, a freight train would be way too much for one engine to push, a ghost can do anything it wants. 311 pushed the train 200 miles per hour.
"Hey, why are we going faster?," asked Samuel. "Is that you, Dan?"
"That's not me, Samuel!," Dan yelled, worried.
"Then, what's going on?!," Samuel screamed.
"We're going 200 miles per hour!," yelled Dan. "We can't go this fast! What's going on?! We can't slow down!"
Again, 311 could hear what they were saying. So, she told them, by whistling, loudly, like a banshee. Her whistle was so loud, it echoed all over the railroad.
Samuel gasped. "It's the ghost!," he screamed. "She's gonna push us off the track!"
"We're gonna crash, we're gonna crash!," Dan screamed.
When they came to a curve, 311 pushed them off the tracks. Samuel and the Dan violently collapsed from the rails, bursted into flames, and died. Then, the rest of the train derailed, too. Except the 311, who vanished, right after the explosion. The cars were flying through the air, like toys. Finally, it was all over. Diesel fuel was flowing from the two engines, gasoline was flowing from the tank cars, logs from flatcars were rolling, fire was flaring, grain was spilling, coal was crumbling, and cargo was crushed. The fire department came and put out the fire. The next day, the mess was cleaned up. But Samuel and Dan couldn't be repaired. They had to be scrapped. And they were never seen, again. But next Halloween night, something weird happened. But first, a whistle blew in the distance, when Frank and Brandon were chatting in their sheds. Again, it was so loud, the whole railroad heard it. And it reminded Frank and Brandon about their plan, like Frank said it would.
Frank gasped. "That's the signal for our plan!," he shouted!
"Wow!," Brandon replied. "You may have been right, last year! You lead the way, since you know where the ghost was!"
So, Frank and Brandon coupled up to each other with Frank in front and Brandon in the back. They were facing different ways, because they both get creeped out, when scary things are behind them. But on the trip, they heard to diesel horns in the distance.
"What was that?!," asked Frank, loudly. "Why did we just hear diesel horns in the distance?! This ghost is a steam engine, not a diesel!"
"I don't know," said Brandon. "But this is very strange. Something very strange is going on, here."
One Halloween night in an unknown year in the middle of the 20th Century, in Clinchfield Railroad, a 4-8-2 Mountain type steam locomotive numbered 311 was sent to haul a log train to a logging industry. At more than 70 miles per hour, the train roared down the track for miles, up and down mountains, in and out of tunnels, and through canyons. But later, the train approached a wooden bridge over a river on the trip. Some of the rails on the bridge were bent by the heat from the sun. When 311's driver noticed the bends under the glow of 311's headlight, he slammed on the breaks, but it was too late. The whole train roared towards the bend, viciously hit it, fell off the bridge, and plunged into the river, below. 311 and her engineer were never seen again. But starting next Halloween night, something strange happened. And it happened, every Halloween night, since.
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