EDIT: Giveaway is now closed. Winner = LoboBlanco


I am giving away one GOG copy of The Last Express.

To enter this giveaway, please share either an interesting personal story involving a train, or your favorite detective story from a movie/game/book.

1. To enter, clearly state you're in and remember to answer the question above!
2. Only enter if you wish to play this game yourself or are entering for someone else who has already entered. No re-gifting.
3. The draw will be Monday June 2nd.

My first train ride with my Mom when I was a kid got derailed and we sat on the tracks for HOURS. Needless to say, I didn't bother riding another train for a long time.

I'm not in. But here's my train story. I missed my train by just a few minutes and had to take the next one. The one I missed collided with another one and three people were killed. This was in DC several years ago, I was only visiting so I failed to follow up on the story. I think it was 2009.

Not in but thanks for the giveaway!

This.

Not in, but thank you for this GA !

The only thing that I fear when I get in a train is to be in late because of a "out of order" situation, a strike (don't forget I live in France !) or an incident on the rails.

I'm in! because I love trains since I was a kid, plus I grew up watching (besides chinese kung fu films) detective stories like "Der Alte" and "Scooby Doo" :P and I never missed an episode from "Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century" and lastly I enjoy point & click adventures a loooot.
I won't tell a story from a game, since it would ruin it for those who didn't play yet, but I have to say I was hooked by "Broken Sword: Shadows of the Templars".

Anyway, when I was little we used to travel a lot on train, I really liked the train station smell and was fascinated by trains since the first time I traveled on one. I remember I would get all excited waiting for the train to start to moving, so when it started to gain speed it would start making the marvellous clickity clackity sound while rolling through the rails.
There was one train though, in wich we were a "little" worried because every time it took a curve, it started to jump like a crazy horse, so we looked out from the window and there was a nice bottomless pit to make us even a "little" more worried. Seriously one time, the train officer went to the last wagon and told the people to go to the other one, because that one had a probability of derrailing OwO! So after that time we would always wait for another one if that was the only one at the station when we arrived. Nonetheless we enjoyed the ride, minus the curves.
Some years ago we went to the countryside where the railroad goes through, a very quiet place, and it was a surprise to us when we went through some trees and bushes (because on the way into the river nearby we saw something stationed behind) and met the same train we use to ride back in the time (not the jumpy one, the safe one :P) still sporting the black and yellow stripped paint, we were thrilled and at the same time sad.....it was abandoned in a rail end, by the side of a ridden down small station, the grass growing tall beside it. I got inside and went right into the driver's cabin, the controls were all rusty, as the rest of the interior, the windows were mostly broken, and the seats were damaged. Still, like if it was kind of "Herbie" from "Love Bug" you could feel like going back in your head when you got inside it and feel a little attached to it, like if the two headlights were winking at you :D. I managed to get a picture taken in the train's cabin, we kept admiring it a little longer and then left with a lot of pics. I have hope the trains will ride once again like it was back then or even much much, better.

By the way, I don't know why, but trains make for extraordinary places for mystery movies, maybe, because of the constrainment of where you can go or maybe because I love trains :D.
So yes, trains and big mansions in the middle of nowhere, at a stormy night while it's raining and a number of people are invited to stay until the the storm goes away :D

I'm in !
The train was late and people were entering. In order to speed things up I went to the next door where the people already had entered. But that another electronically sealed so I missed the train. :-( .

Not in, as I don't have any story like that :-( Thanks for the contest anyway!

Wouldn't want to be in a train here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7kor5nHtZQ

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Thank you! Not in & +1! :D

That´s something that impressed me the first time I saw it, quite funny, not maybe for the passengers. Particularly interesting is how the officer puts the woman´s bag over her butt as to not push directly against it :P

I was watching once a tv programme that had an all-girl group band, and one of them said she enjoyed travelling during peak hours (like the video shows) because besides feeling good (she likes being pressed and would always get in tight spaces in her own home) that it was also practical, because you could get asleep and you knew you wouldn't fall over. :D

We purchased five tickets for an overnight train across Spain. Each couchette only sleeps four, so I insisted on my friends remaining together and the conductor led me to another room, where three people were already asleep. I clambered into a bunk, poorly revealed by the conductor's flashlight. It wasn't long before I was happily asleep. I love sleeping on trains.

At some ungodly hour, I woke up to a scream. It took me a moment to realize it had been mine. My arm was caught under the metal clasp that held the bunk closed during the day. The clasp had an inner unfinished metal edge, and I clearly remembered dreaming of rats gnawing on my arm. Suddenly, the light was on and I was surrounded by three old men in old man undergarments, all speaking at once. My Spanish is better suited to ordering dinner, and so I babbled some nonsense apologies until they turned out the light again.

Not in, thank you. Just remembering.

Not in, but thanks Tooms, you seem to be on a roll with gifting :) +1

Another:
In Boston, the subway is called the T. There are four lines, each named for a color. A few years back, the MBTA (the authority that runs the T) got a lot of negative press for racism allegations. On the red line one afternoon, a black kid stood up at the end of the car and addressed everyone: Did anyone want to buy some M&Ms to support his school basketball team? This kind of solicitation isn't really allowed, and the kid's face fell when an unnoticed Asian off-duty T worker (still in uniform) stood up. Rather than ask the kid to stop, he said, "Go do that shit on the orange line." The orange line had a lesser reputation, so that, mixed with the bad press and the revelation that there was some interline rivalry made me laugh and laugh.

Finally:
The doors between cars on the blue line were all labeled NO PASSING THROUGH. Very often, letters had been scratched away to read: NO ASSING ROUGH. Juvenile, but always made me smile.