#tornado engine

[hamletthedane]

Still laughing at Brian May offhandedly writing the greatest understatement in the history of academia in his astrophysics doctoral dissertation:

Ah, yes - “various pressures.” Like being one of the greatest guitarists ever and playing/writing/singing for the most legendary rock band of all time.

Those various pressures.

[redgriffinsphotos]

Flying Scotsman at the Nene Valley Railway, February 2025: Video 1

[bsptourist]

gm_tornadoalley

created by Eltra, mil, Commander Dixie original map by RhapidFyre

[nelllia]

Day 3 - Trust, Day 4 - Great race

[tinyhousegirl]

Headcanon that Tyler got his EMT certification one off-season and works part-time as an EMT in Arkansas. He was grateful for the ones who kept him alive with every bull riding injury and needed something to do during the winter when the channel was mostly offline.

It comes in handy when they’re out chasing and one of his crew gets hurt, or he swoops in to help after a town is razed to the ground. He works to triage smaller injuries and things they can do in the field.

It’s especially handy when he meets Kate Carter, because he’s finally met his match and then some. She lives her life by throwing herself into tornadoes like a maniac (he’s a professional maniac, she’s just insane). Every time he pulls her from a car he goes through his ‘Tyler Triage’ checklist, as the team has called it.

His checklist however does not triage heart attacks, which he thinks will be in his future by falling in love with Kate.

[redwryvernwrites]

Flying Scotsman at Swanage

Flying Scotsman in Santa Fe

Flying Scotsman in South Australia with the Broad Gauge , 520 class, Sir Malcolm Barclay-Harvey.

Flying Scotsman in War Livery during NRM rebuild

Flying Scotsman meeting Thomas the Tank

Flying Scotsman meeting Tornado at Carlisle

The many adventures and looks of a beloved 101 year old engine.

[maxwellscorner]

🚂💚 Fancy Green Engines and their fancy Smoke Reflectors 🍏 💨

Wanted to test how I'd add types of smoke reflectors into my humanized (?) mecha (?) designs of engines, so I used as test subjects our dearest Flying Scotsman, Southern's Lord Nelson and LNER's Tornado

[jarkonian]

My next game, "Kill the Twister", a self contained FPS boss fight against a giant tornado, is officially coming soon on Steam!

(Currently shooting for a mid-April release!)

[askyoungiron]

GUESS WHO'S BACK IN STEAM!!!!!

[prac-ticalproblems]

Hello!!!! I often wonder what the mercs would do if a tornado came through Teufort. Perhaps they wouldn’t all get to the basement in time. Perhaps I can only really see this involving Engineer, Scout, and Heavy.

:)

OOOOOOOO THOUGHTS…….

I don’t know if you wanted this to be silly or serious so I will label it canon typical situation with realistic expectations, okay? ;3cc

SCOUT

“ey…. Yknow, ain’t never seen a dust devil like that before.”

Scout points, leaning off his seat on the roof, slapping at Heavy’s shoulder.

Notices the formation start. He brushes it off, cockily, saying he could easily outrun it. It’s spinning and has tumble weeds in it? So what? So does Soldier!

“Oughta’ give BLU a hell of a doozy, ey?”

He smirks until he feels his hat fly backwards from a sudden strength from the wind.

That thing was like a speeding train! Sounded like one too.

Wait…It’s coming from BLU side, but…. Right next to BLU’s base is…. Is…

Shit…. This is serious, ain’t it?

Scout races through the building at Heavy’s call, telling all inside the building to get underground, into the bunker.

After safely locating most of the crew, he shoves everybody down into the lowest level, and they wait it out…

Safely makes it back to base, (with all 506 of Soldiers raccoons as well)

HEAVY

“Scout… that. Is-is no Dust devil.. Get inside!” Heavy shouts, shoving Scout from his perch, and towards the doors to their base.

“Run! Tell the others to take cover!” He yells over the whipping winds, as he grunts, moving towards the winds, to the shed.

There was only one mercenary that was probably unaware of the whirlwinds outside… The collar of his vest blew against his chest, flitting on the tail ends of the wind.

“Engineer!” He yells over the sound of coursing air. He tries the handle but it’s chained shut, with a padlock. Of course…

“ENGINEER! COME TO BASE, NOW!” He bangs on the door, unheard and struggling against the high winds. He can barely keep his eyes open with the sand it’s picking up, and…

He tumbles, the air pushing him back, so far that he’s at the porch of the RED base, with a shocked gasp.

The shed was shaking against the winds, looking like it’d be ripped apart.

Before he could walk towards it again, Medic pulls him in with a grunt. “No- wait!”

The doors shut, with a board to lock against the winds and he’s lead down to where the others are stuck.

ENGINEER

He couldn’t hear a thing with his epic rock solo playing. Whoever was at the door should know to not interrupt a man’s tunes!

He thrums, the headset to his Walkman as playing as he works on one of his most inventive projects yet!

A second bolt here…. Some adjustments for the arm…

Maybe a touch of elbow grease… some spit shine and…

“Alright!” He exclaimed. He was a genius! He almost felt like he was floating when he stood up!

Man, it was glad to have that off his shoulders and off the idea emporium! He rolls his cramped up neck before taking a peek between the curtains of the window, expecting the warm sun and some explosives or something.

He’s not met with familiar orange sands. Actually, there’s a cow cut out staring at him as it flies past the dark grey whirlwind. Tumbleweeds, his sentry gun, Pyro waving, the Intelligence, some old trash…

HIS SENTRY GUN?

He throws the curtains open, in shock as he realizes where he is. And it’s definitely not on the ground with his two feet.

“Awh…shucks.” he sighs, sitting back into his bolted down chair, head in his hands.

Our new Dorothy.

(I hope this was suitable!)

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 14 - Young Iron

Ivo Hugh has some Advice for a Young Engine:

The young engine had only just arrived on Sodor, crossing over the Vicarstown Bridge and steaming onto the fabled rails of Thomas and his friends. She’d heard all about them from her driver, fireman and the trust members – the engines who lived on the Island of Sodor were legendary! All she wanted to do was meet each and every one of them and gush over how incredible it was to finally meet the engines who had so greatly influenced the preservation movement.

Her travels brought her to their Works, where her boiler, firebox and several other important parts had been machined before being sent back to her home in Derby. It was huge! It made her warehouse workshop home look like an ant next to an elephant – the Sudrian Works were built almost as if they wished to impress, with the original works sitting primly at the front, with several acres-worth of expansions behind them, stretching far beyond what the young engine could see. The signal in front of her was red, and she was shunted into a siding beside a small raised retaining wall.

“It’s grown a lot,” chuckled a voice from beside her. The young engine looked down, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her smokebox! Beside her was the smallest engine she’d ever seen!

“What are you?” spluttered the young engine. The little engine frowned – the young engine began to worry she’d somehow offended it.

“I’m Ivo Hugh,” huffed the engine. “Have you never seen a narrow-gauge engine before?” The young engine gasped.

“Like Skarloey and Rheneas? I’ve read about you all! Or at least… some of you. Were you in a book?” Ivo Hugh flushed red and let off steam crossly.

“I was too in a book!” he exclaimed. “I was in New Little Engine!” The young engine winced.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t think we have that book back home. It’s nice to meet you, little Ivo Hugh. My name is Tornado, and I’ve come to Sodor to help out while Henry is being repaired!” Ivo Hugh smiled.

“It’s no problem,” he said kindly. “And I’m sorry I got so cross – Duke would have my bunkers if he heard!” Tornado chuckled – she had read all about the famous old engine who had been buried underground. Oh, the stories that Sodor held were so exciting! And there were more that she’d never been able to read too!

“I’ve never worked in regular service before,” admitted Tornado suddenly. Her signal was still set to danger, and she was curious. “Do you have any advice?”

Ivo Hugh considered the question – there was a lot he could say, like remembering all your passengers so a refreshment lady didn’t chase you down the line, or to not be tricked about backing signals like Percy was, or even to be polite to the elder engines because they would get her back – especially Gordon, who was not above getting even, even in his old age.

But no, there was one piece of advice that Ivo Hugh could think of that stood out above all others. Something he’d been told by three different engines: Edward, Thomas and Skarloey, who heard it from their mentors, who’d learnt from their mentors, all the way back to the first steam engines. One piece of advice that linked all engines together, across Britain, across Europe, across the world.

“Engines must always look after the people who catch their trains,” he said. “They are our coal and water; without people, there are no trains for us to pull and then we have no purpose. You can ask any engine, and they’ll tell you the same. I learnt from Skarloey, who learnt from a little old engine called Neil, who supposedly learnt it in Glasgow from an engine who’d learnt it from Rocket himself.”

Tornado gasped – she’d heard of the famous Rocket, who had won the Rainhill Trials and brought about the rise of steam. He was legendary! Even the diesels spoke of him in reverent tones.

“Thank you,” said the young engine. “I’ll remember that.”

“Oh, and Tornado,” Ivo Hugh added. “Don’t copy the engines from the books. Most of them are as silly as you can get! The other day, Thomas himself had to be brought up to the works because his tank had sprung a leak! I don’t even know how he managed to do that…”

But Tornado could only turn to stare at the workshops excitedly, as if hoping that she would catch a glimpse of the famous Thomas the tank engine. Beside her, Ivo Hugh sighed. It was always the same with the engines from the mainland: they had this weird hero-worship for Thomas that lasted right up until the blue tank engine opened his mouth.

Oh well, Tornado would learn soon enough. She was headed for Tidmouth after all – her owners truly were throwing her right into the thick of it, sending her there. He just hoped a kinder engine like Edward or Bear was there to receive her, or he might be seeing Tornado arrived back at the works in a very different manner to the way she arrived!

Back to Master Post

[redgriffinsphotos]

Flying Scotsman at the Nene Valley Railway, February 2025: Video 5

[unicornication]

Added a tornado attack and knockback.

[milestheanimator]

I HAVE HUMANIZED THE TORNADO AAAAA

(Even gave them a headboard, and no idc if they are a girl now, shu-)

[rainbourgsdisplay]

For the column workshop I redeveloped my old design in order to create something more sculptural and artistic. Instead of just using a simple metal shelf, I expanded the structure into 3D to create a twister, tornado or turbulence like shape, from which I wanted to hang the models and posters as well as banners down. More of this structure connected would awoke the feeling of an hangar or workshop for plane parts, creating metal arches to go through. As Material I wanted to use aluminium pipes and metal pipe connectors. The metal structure seems to be floating in the black void, with the white column, the eye of the storm at its center.

[eternalravendreamer]

5. Someone asked us to test a product or scenario for them, so we're gonna go 10x further than they asked

Mythbusters have 3 categories of myths

the general public doesnt know how physics works

the general public doesnt know how lying works

oh crap this ones real