Among the crowded, stacked and tiny shacks that make up the Favela are a variety of colors unlike the hegemony of paints that dominated Seattle; if there was one communal element the Favela had over Seattle, it was a much more varied, if rustic, palette, a rainbow mixture of colors brushing over these houses. Some of them appear to be two or three stories tall, but on closer observation it is simply just multiple shacks stacked together. The housing structures that stand out the most are brightly red-and-gold colored buildings that are comparatively large and well-maintained compared to the homes around them, either appearing in isolation or in clusters. In and around these houses are
crowds of people adorned in clothing typical of the Old American West, wearing rough hardy clothing and carrying around tools such as pick-axes and shovels. Whenever the train passes by one of their congregation centers, the peculiar miner-looking crowd stares at the train with a collective glare, as if the presence of the this high-end technology was a direct insult to them. Before anyone asks whether a themed Favela-wide party was going on at the moment, Aesford addresses these old-school folk,
"They're San Francisco 49ers fans, a team that's inspired by the mining Gold rush that happened way back in 1849, and as you can see they stay faithful to their origins. Out here the NFL doesn't have power but it still has a huge influence, which is why outside of football-city limits the fans start to act less like your typical fans and more like gangs. You don't want to be caught alone flying the colors of other teams, especially not the Seahawks." The train, steadily speeding along, begins to make a gradual halt, each of its cars rocking violently.
"That ain't normal." Once the train comes to a complete stop, a bell and an announcement come over the intercom system,
"Attention all passengers, we have been stopped due to damage to the track." From the other compartments of the train rises a loud groan of hundreds of riders annoyed by this delay. Aesford appears to be more worried than annoyed.
"The NFL National Railway System will fix this problem as quickly as possibly. Thank you for your cooperat-" The announcement is replaced by the buzz of static and the lighting system of the train goes dead. Outside, a massive swarm of 49ers, carrying an assortment of gold-digging tools, begins to converge around the train.
"Do you think they're coming to catch a free ride?" That's the moment when the swarm begins pummeling the windows of the train, including the one that the Party was in, smashing the glass apart under repeated blows. Aesford draws The 12th Man, filling the cabin with a sonic screech, all the while trying to move the squishier members of his team away from the windows.
FREEFORM BATTLE: HELL THE IN THE FAVELA