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I wanna see how this poll thing works.

In honor of OJ how do you want to die?

Story introduction.

Is it all a dream? Charlie Knight ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I remember when I first died. I have no idea how this dream became a reality. Is it a reality? --------------------------------------------------------------------------… Read more

Well, it's the gut slingin' east-side demon creeping' out the crypt Squeeze the fruit of death, I let it bleed and drip right off my lips Creepin' through the woods, don't hide your family, bitch, it's time to dip I came to slit your throat you stupid pussy motherfuckin' bitch If you should die, before you wake, bitch, that's my soul to take You stay up late, I put your head up on a fuckin' stake So get it straight, … Read more

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whi… Read more

(Requested by Anonymous)

Arthur strolled into camp with a mischievous smirk on his face, his clothes nowhere to be found. Dutch raised an eyebrow at him, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing, Arthur?" Dutch demanded.

"Just enjoying a little freedom, Dutch," Arthur replied with a chuckle. "Why, are you jealous?"

Dutch glared at him, crossing his arms. "Put some damn clo… Read more

I, your name, do solemnly swear Not to off myself, think about offing myself Or continue thinking about offing myself Without reaching out for help after listening to this song Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk, biking on the wet chalk Spelling out their names, and I feel insane 'Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain I don't see her, but I see her And I know it isn't real, but I fake it anywa… Read more

One evening in Beaver Hollow, a most deranged tale unfolded within the notorious Van der Linde gang at the peak of their desperation. The sun had set on another chaotic day, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. Little did anyone know, this evening would be filled with unimaginable horror.

Arthur Morgan, known for his unpredictable nature and mischievous spirit, had been growing tired of Dutch's leadership… Read more