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General Store
The store where everyone goes, this is the biggest place in the town. It's a nice place, and most of the townsfolk sit around on the porch in front of it and watch the days go by. It's a nice place to sit and talk, and that's exactly what most people in the town do here.
3 1 Dec 5 2010, 06:11 PM
In: Last PostWorthless Foam From The Mouth
By: Celeste Tompkins
Church
The only one in the town, it's also the most visited place around. It's a hard life for many of the people that have come here, so they take to the church in hopes that God will help them out. On Sunday the entire town comes here for a good three hours.
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O'Leary's bar
Now here's the funny thing. This bar has all the bad things in life. Prostitutes, beer, gunfights, you name it, it happens here. And the funny thing is, it's right next door to the church. Some of the men go straight from church here, which is really an oxymoron in itself.
2 8 Nov 3 2010, 05:56 PM
In: Last PostAnother Night, Another Drink
By: Elijah Morgan
Schoolyard
The pride of this little town, the schoolyard has the only teacher that anyone else for miles around has. It's a very quiet place though, looking out over the grasslands and showing a beautiful side to this deadly place. A lot of people come and sit in on the teacher for the view.
1 3 Oct 18 2010, 04:35 PM
In: Last PostA Funny Thing....
By: Wilhelmina Antony
The Grave Yard
Just on the outskirts of the town lies a chipped white picket fence surrounding a plot of land. It is here that mounds of dirt cover the less-fortunate, denying the sunlight to them. Flowers can often be seen placed at the head of the graves, right next to the bleached sticks of wood that spell the name of the sleeper beneath.
1 11 Dec 17 2010, 09:58 AM
In: Last PostA Bumpy Ride
By: Allan Waters
The Jail
Careful how you behave -- or you could end up spending the night here. The front room of the jail has two desks with some grubby old papers laying across them. Along the back wall are three iron-barred cells with two cots to each one. Take a step out the back of the jailhouse, and you'll find a rope tied up to a post. Yeah, you don't wanna' end up on the gallows.
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Town Square
The town square is located in the very center of the town, all streets leading to the large open area that is perfect for gathering the whole town in one place. Any important announcements regarding the town take place here, and yearly festivals and celebrations are held in the square. Last but not least, a gallows can be set up quickly for when a public hanging occurs. The square is visible from most of the buildings surrounding it, including the general store’s porch.
1 4 Oct 13 2010, 07:47 AM
In: Last PostWell, That Was A Bust
By: Isabel Parr
 

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