Wasteland

Were it not for the rich coal deposits buried deep under its rocky surface, the Gobi Desert surrounding Sandaoling would be good for just about nothing. It's a harsh, lifeless place, so bitterly cold and brutally windy that only the most hardy of organisms can survive its inhospitable conditions. The ragged JS class steam locomotives that convey endless streams of coal out of the mine pit are in their element here, camouflaged beneath their weathered steel skin from the drab and dreary landscape where they perform their practice, though the towering plumes of white steam they emit make them hardly inconspicuous. Having dumped its payload only a few moments prior at the facility known rather colloquially as the "new unloader", JS #8190 shouts to the heavens and unleashes its vaporized byproduct into the subfreezing air at the command of an engineer eager to turn on another round trip down to the mine. 8190 will come to a screeching halt once its semaphore caboose on the rear is clear of the switch before making a reverse move onto the track at left for the trek back to the open pit.

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