Possible Gate/Fast Travel song.

[Lord Aries Greymon]

I'm unaware if it's been mentioned before (and I used what passes for a search engine here), but here's a
possible ultra-speedy Travel, or Gatesong.

It may have side effects (summoning an 18 wheel Tractor Trailer) , or even steep pre-requisites for use. Or, even cause
mental effects

Roll On (allso Roll On Highway, or Roll on Eighteen Wheeler) by Alabama. (released 1999, so he'd likely have to find it somewhere)

Roll on highway, roll on along

Roll on daddy till you get back home

Roll on family, roll on crew

Roll on momma like I asked you to do

And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (roll on)

Well it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye

He's up and gone with the sun

Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler

And he's off on a midwest run

As three sad faces gather 'round momma

They ask her when daddy's comin' home

Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler

And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)

Ah, but he calls them every night and he tells them that he loves them

He taught them this song to sing

Roll on highway, roll on along

Roll on daddy till you get back home

Roll on family, roll on crew

Roll on momma like I asked you to do

And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)

Well it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone

It rings but it's not his voice

Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig

In a snow bank in Illinois

But the driver was missin' and the search had been abandoned

For the weather had everything stalled

And they had checked all the houses and the local motels

When they had some more news they'd call

And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him

And she hung up the phone singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along

Roll on daddy till you get back home

Roll on family, roll on crew

Roll on momma like I asked you to do

And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on

Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long

Thinkin' nothing but the worst is comin'

With the ringin' of the telephone

Oh, but the man upstairs was listening

When momma asked him to bring daddy home

And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end

Askin' her if she had been singin' the song, singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along

Roll on daddy till you get back home

Roll on family, roll on crew

Roll on momma like I asked you to do

And roll on eighteen-wheeler

Roll on highway, roll on along

Roll on daddy till you get back home

Roll on family, roll on crew

Roll on momma like I asked you to do

And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)

Eighteen-wheeler

Eighteen-wheeler

Eighteen-wheeler

Eighteen-wheeler

Roll on

Roll on

Roll on

Roll on

Again, not too certain how usefull it would be.

It may even be a multiple effect, or varied effect song. IE, multiple requirements, for multiple effects. (may even be
entirely no effect untill a requirement is fufilled

[Lord Aries Greymon]

A second possible travel song.

Possible Requirement(s): Allready travelling by Motorcycle, or other Highway (Freeway, Street) transportation.

Possible Primary Effect(s): Ignores roadblocks, and forms either a Spectral (ghostly) Convoy around Doug's ride, or
a Simulacra of a convoy forms around Doug's ride.

Possible Side Effect(s): A willingness to Break motorized travel laws.

Convoy, by C.W. McCall (released, possibly as far back as 1978. can confirm re-releases in 1998)

Yeah, breaker one nine

This here's the Rubber Duck

You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon

Uh, yeah, Ten-Four Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure

By golly it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon

Yeah, its a big Ten-Four there Pig Pen

Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy

Mercy sakes alive, looks like we've got us a convoy

It was the dark of the moon

On the sixth of June

And a Kenworth pullin' logs

Cab over Pete with a refer on

And a Jimmy haulin' hogs

We was headin' for bear

On 'I-1-0

'Bout a mile out Shakey Town

I says, Pig Pen this here's the Rubber Duck

And I'm about to put the hammer down

'Cause we got a little 'ole convoy

Rockin' through the night

Yeah, we got a little 'ole convoy

Ain't she a beautiful sight

C'mon and join our Convoy

Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way

We gonna roll this truckin' convoy

'Cross the USA

Convoy

Convoy

Yeah, breaker Pig Pen this here's the Duck

And uh, you wanna back off them hogs

Uh, ten-four 'bout five mile or so

Ten-Roger them hogs is gettin' intense up here

By the time we got into Tulsa Town

We had eighty-five trucks in all

But they's a road block up on the clover leaf

And them bears was wall to wall

Yeah, them smokies as thick as bugs on a bumper

They even had a bear in the air

I says, callin' all trucks

This here's the Duck

We about to go a huntin' bear

'Cause we got a great big convoy

Rockin' through the night

Yeah, we got a great big convoy

Ain't she a beautiful sight

C'mon and join our Convoy

Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way

We gonna roll this truckin' convoy

'Cross the USA

Convoy

Convoy

Uh, you wanna give me a ten-nine on that Pig Pen

Uh, negatory Pig Pen you're still too close

Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses

Mercy sakes, you'd better back off another ten

Well, we rolled up Innerstate fourty-four

Like a rocket sled on rails

We tore up all of our swindel sheets

And left 'em settin' on the scales

By the time we hit that Shy Town

Them bears was a gettin' smart

They'd brought up some reinforcements

From the Illinois national guard

There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps

And rigs of every size

Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears

And choppers filled the skies

Well, we shot the line

We went for broke

With a thousand screamin' trucks

And eleven long haired Friends of Jesus

In a Chartreuse microbus

Yeah, Rubber Duck 'tis Sod Buster

C'mon there

Yeah, Ten-Four Sod Buster

Listen, you wanna put that microbus

In behind that suicide jockey

Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite

And he needs all the help he can get

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore

Prepared to cross the line

I could see the bridge was lined with bears

But I didn't have a doggone dime

I says, Pig Pen this here's the Rubber Duck

We just ain't a gonna pay no toll

So we crashed the gate doin' 98

I says let them truckers roll

Ten-Four

'Cause we got a mighty convoy

Rockin' through the night

Yeah, we got a mighty convoy

Ain't she a beautiful sight

C'mon and join our Convoy

Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way

We gonna roll this truckin' convoy

'Cross the USA

Convoy

Convoy

Ah, Ten-Four

Pig Pen what's you're Twenty

Omaha

Well, they oughtta know what to do

With them hogs out there, fer sure

Well, mercy sakes good buddy

We gonna back on outta here

So keep the bugs off yer glass

And the bears off yer...tail

We'll catch you on the flip flop

This here's the Rubber Duck on the side

We gone

Bye, bye

[Star Ranger4]

Roll on probobly summons an 18 wheeler for the duration, but the damn thing always manages to jacknife into the first snowbank he passes, even if he's not
in Illinois, if he uses it on Wednesdays. Convoy may be a squib, in and of Doug's never encountered the correct curcumstances that it would manifest. Then
again, I just thought of the perfect answer on this one. Its a subtle one, that all transport operators in his AOE become willing to form up into a convoy for
mutual protection or whatever. Sadly, if anyone is hauling pork products that operator tends to get a constant ribbing about the smell.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

[Lord Aries Greymon]

Heh heh heh. I like those possibilities StarRanger4. I like your Roll on better than mine.

[Evil Midnight Lurker]

Convoy needs to summon a simulacrum of Optimus Prime.

--Sam

"There's a thin line between being a hero and being a memory."

[Star Ranger4]

Doug needs to be able to meet him first. And be familiar with the fact that Prime is known as Convoy in the Japaneese versions.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

[Valles]

I'll top your eighteen wheelers...
With an eighteen-wheeler that flies.
Dave Carter and Tracy Grammar -
Little Liza Jane
when i was just nine days old jumped off my pappy's knee

and i crawled out on the open road, a long-haul trucker for to be

saved my money, bought a rig factory stock and plain

tricked her out give the name, Little Liza, Liza Jane

i said bull dog train, she my ball and chain

chokin churnin rubber burnin Little Liza Jane

i took to haulin overloads across the great divide

missions through the rabbit ears, hell-for-leather, do-or-die,

crosswinds clocked at 80 knots, snow upon the ground,

black ice in the hammer lane, man, that don't even slow me down

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

frettin fussin diesel guzzlin Little Liza Jane

smoky at the chicken coop, he said the road was closed

so i doubled back a mile or so and took this little turn i know

top froze over, bundled out, downgrade ten percent

nailed her into boogie and then down that evil road i went

singin bull dog train, she my ball and chain

slippin slidin skatin glidin Little Liza Jane

road so slick i couldn't, steer snow too thick to see

runnin short on shoulder and my nine loves runnin out on me

sheer cliff risin to the left, drop off to the right

and nothin past that guard rail but a thousand feet of endless night

i said bull dog train, she my ball and chain

racin rockin tight-rope walkin Little Liza Jane

faster now and faster still, couldn't touch the brakes

so i let Liza have her head and i crossed my heart for goodness sake

but underneath that driven snow alligator bait

chomped a tire, road went left, me and Liza went on straight

and we crashed right through that wooden rail, over the side we went

thirty years of smoke and chrome and thirty years of bad intent

streakin like a cannon ball, a comet trail in space

and the stars hung in my window, and the full moon in my mortal face

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

rippin roarin eagle soarin Little Liza Jane

now Lord i pray forgive me for all the wrongs i've done

for all the bambis i have banged and the stogies i have bummed

but as i stand before you, i swear by smoke and steel

that we sailed down past those chasm walls and never grazed a wheel

'cause Liza's tires were spinnin and her cab was cocked just so

that we touched down like a jumbo jet when we hit that valley road below and she

pulled it out like magic on a triple-digit ride

and we made it home ahead of time good luck and trouble on our side

and drivers, when you're weary and you just can't find the trail

if you ask me to reveal the moral of this little tale, i'll say

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

jumpin jammin hammer slammin Little Liza Jane

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

jumpin jammin hammer slammin rippin roarin eagle soarin racin rockin

tight-rope walkin

slippin slidin skatin glidin frettin fussin diesel guzzlin chokin churnin

hellfire burning

Little Liza Little Liza Little Liza Little Liza

Little

    Liza

        Jane

...even if it isn't worth a power, I suspect that Doug would love some of the turns of phrase.
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."

[Bob Schroeck]

Mm. I like the idea of "Roll On" as a gate song, possibly manifesting an 18-wheeler around Doug as he goes through the whole transit.

"Convoy" came out somewhere between 1974 and 1976, because I was in the last couple years of elementary school when it hit the charts. A mixed travel/battering ram kind of effect might be a good compromise.

Little Liza... Mm. Makes any truck Doug's on or in capable of atmospheric flight for the duration. Same limits as usual... which means max speed of mach 6.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

[Norgarth]

RE Little Liza: If used after his stop in Fenspace, maybe the truck gets (temporarily?) 'Waved. 8)
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"I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin

[Bob Schroeck]

Maybe...
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.