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Letter To MCRMama, we're all gonna die,Letter To MCR in General Fiction More Like This
Just like the hearse you died to get in again. Will you carry me to the end? For all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. Just give me a shot to remember. And wouldn't it be great if we were dead? Because, out here in the desert, you may be gone, but your shadow lives on without you. So remember, keep your boots tight, your guns close, and die with your mask on if you have to.
Your memory will carry on,
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The Feeling "Jet Star" It is in the middle of the darkest nights, once the adrenaline has worn off, that the feeling hits. It hits you hard, like a cannon ball, and it strikes deep into your heart like a thousand daggers. You know that feeling. You've known it for years now, ever since the bombs got you into this whole big mess hit. It was why you became a zone runner. To try and fight the feeling. And you knew it wouldn't work, but you ran anyway. And then you met them. The Fabulous Killjoys. Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, Party Poison. They took you in when you were just a body, a broken, nameless soul, after you were Ray Toro, before you were Jet Star. They changed you.The Feeling "Jet Star" in General Fiction More Like This

Blood RedRay, Frank and Mikey were standing outside of Gerard's hotel room when it started. Mikey had just lifted his hand to knock on the door, when he heard Gerard say "whoops!" Followed by a bang, and a string of cuss words from the man on the other side of the door. Then quiet. "Gee?" Mikey asked, trying the door handle, and finding it open. Mikey pushed open the door, and walked in the room, closely followed by Frank and Ray. Frank turned green as soon as he looked past Mikey's shoulder into the room. There was a splotch of red on the side of the dresser, and drops of red made a trail to the bathroom. "Holy shit." Ray muttered under his breath.Blood Red in General Fiction More Like This