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The grim mauve of the unfamiliar sky persisted as /u/bloodycontrary and the figure walked along the platform. Wind continued to batter the broken railway station, at once eroding and scorching the truly impressive 602.69m platform, which is the second-longest platform in the UK after Colchester's, which beats Gloucester by 18m, and honestly this is a surprise because Euston's platform seem to take forever to walk down but that's probably because it's a fucking shit railway station.

/u/bloodycontrary and the figure reached the abominable 1960s (or thereabouts, the point is that it's awful) railway station building and were glad to be out of the post-apocalyptic scene outside. Inside wasn't much better; expired tickets littered the hallway, amongst the putrid corpses of dead pigeons. Like most other buildings in this peculiar world, the windows of the station building were either smashed, cracked or dyed yellow like a pensioner's nicotine-stained fingers.

The figure glided serenely across the floor of the ticket office, its only real imprint on the World being the conspicuous drops of oil splattering on the floor behind it.

It then reached the door and pushed it open. "Off you go then," it commanded.

The two walked through the threshold to a whole new world.

An impossibly bustling city greeted them. Cars hummed down the main road, while buses added to the melody with their low spinning rumbles. Children played amongst the greenery of parks, laughing at an angry Scotsman being carried away by police for taking aim at them with a crossbow.

"But, how?" /u/bloodycontrary stuttered. "We're in a different world, again, aren't we?"

The figure bowed its head. "Oh, yes, I think so."

The two moved down the busy street. Busy cafes. Grocery shops. Men at work, six-foot-four and full of muscle, eating vegemite sandwiches. Beer flowing and men chundering.

"Yes, I see what this is," said /u/bloodycontrary, "Clearly, Gloucester has benefited from the Liberal Democrats' Regional Investment Banks after the Tories' and LPUK's absurd push to make us leave the EU, thereby leaving regions outside of London very poor indeed and in dire need of extra funding and, well, investment."

The figure at this point pretended to be fascinated with a doily collection in a nearby shop window. Apparently this was only a pretence. Soon after, it slid off into the shop next door.

"Gloucester was always a city full of potential," /u/bloodycontrary continued obliviously, "but was let down by successive right-wing Governments. The LPUK leader is - was, in this World, I guess - MP in the next constituency, and it's well known that Bristolians are forced to live off rats and make love to their blue passports in lieu of having jobs or any life prospects or opportunity to live a good life."

The figure had returned. The white smoke still rippled from under its hood, only this time it came with a distinctive smell.

"It's fortunate that Liberal Democrats were able to mitigate Blurple errors. We connected up our constituency with our railway policy, and now we want to do proper investment. Look at this world here! The city is busy again, and that can only happen with the Liberal Decmorats' policy to invest heavily in our regions while also reducing the tax burden on lower-income people and families."

/u/bloodycontrary glanced over at the figure and narrowed his eyes. "Did you only come here because you knew it was liberal utopia and therefore contained weed dispensaries?"

The figure let out a diobolical noise that was probably supposed to be a guffaw. "What makes you say that?" it said, as it tried to hide a monster blunt up its sleeve. "Well, whatever. Everyone deserves a bit of R&R. Here, have a toke on this, you're harshing my mellow here."

M: TO BE CONTINUED IN ANOTHER PART AND NO I DO NOT KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING