Dungeon Train: A Lore-Rich Roguelite Adventure

What is the Dungeon Train?

The train is a curious thing.
Some call it multi-dimensional.
A carriage adrift in liminal space and time.
Others, a dungeon crawler with a view.
An escape from reality.
A madman once claimed it a physics mod.
Sable-built. Endless.
Dreamed up by an award-winning hand.
Does the answer change the ride?

What does it want from me?

It wants, I think.
Some say its loot —
infinite, and never the same twice.
You will not hold your favourite twice.
So hold it well.
Others say a lesson.
A moral, drip-fed
between the characters,
the lore,
the ever-harder enemies.
Me?
I think it only wants
the right questions.

Who else rides the train?

Others.
Or things shaped like them.
They wear the faces of people —
not quite.
Some are kind.
Some would see you gone.
Some never know you were there at all.
You will not meet the same one twice.

The old riders call speak of echoes.
Echoes of those who passed before.
Echoes of strangers long gone.
And sometimes —
an echo of yourself.
I try not to look too closely myself.

Where is it going?

Depends who you ask.
Some speak of loved ones.
Other treasure.
Many simply green fields. Lush forests.
Endless desert. The dark depths.
Fewer speak of fire. Of voids without end.
A Kindom of Candy.
Beyond the worlds boarder.
Escape.

Fewer still speak of the Creator —
The request he makes,
asked only in death.
They say his passion will not let him rest.
That he listens to anyone
with a word to offer.

Some practice ancient rituals
in attempt to reach him.
They speak of "discord linking."
A summoning, of sorts.
A gathering place
beyond the train,
where the living and the Creator
trade words.

They say he answers there.
That he takes every offering —
every idea, every grievance, every prayer —
and folds it back into the train.

If you have a word to give,
speak it.

Me?
I stopped believing in the destination.
Only the journey remains.
Perhaps that was the point.