
What does the Eye command my lord? Build me an army worthy of Keikyu. An army so great such that we may cover all of JR in a second darkness. There shall be no dawn for the world of JR.
As much as I hate to admit it, I am a Prole - a member of the Keikyu Railway Proletariat. A mixed bunch we are, spilling recklessly from the ticket gates in search of mayhem and chaos. Our mission is three-fold: Proliferate, Permeate, Problemate. Our target: The Bourgeois passengers of the East Japan Railway company.

For years we have waged war at our enemy's gates at Shinagawa station, ever charging into battle down the stairs, striking head-on into the masses of dazed commuters caught unawares in the hypnotic throb of peak hour. Surprise attacks are our strength - hitting our enemy hard from blind corners, and we have a distinct height advantage from our elevated position at the top of the stairs.
But not all is good. What we have in skill and tactics is overshadowed by sheer lack of numbers. We have a mere three platforms supplying us with fresh troops and our local trains come but once every ten minutes. We do get some relief with our twelve-carriage express trains but they are forever infrequent and often delayed, leaving our soldiers weak and wiery on the battlefield. JR's supply of troops seems inexhaustable. Forever they march forth in great numbers supplied by their fourteen platforms. They come on locals trains, expresses, rapids, double-decker commuter rapids, not to mention the Yamanote line that comes once every two minutes (in both directions) during peak hour. And then there's the beast - the one they awoke in the dark, both shadow and flame - the Tokaido Line. Enraged from the claustrophobic journey from Yokohama, the troops spill forth aggressively in search of an enemy to destroy. Only death can tame the madness of these creatures.
Today however, is our day. Our fortune has shifted - the Earth beneath us has shaken, paralyzing their train system bringing their campaign to a sudden halt. Now is the time to attack. We must hit them hard and at once. We have gathered all our strength and now we go into final battle. We lay ourselves in fortune's hands as we march forth, either to our ultimate death or our ultimate victory.