Shelf Life
Just like anywhere, food standards agencies exist in Arcadia for one sole reason: To make a motherfucker think twice before sinkin' their teeth into somethin' well past its best, ya get me? Hit up any grocery store and you'll see it across
Heartbreak.
Ah, to feel heartbreak. A good man was in a relationship once, spending the best years of his life with the woman he loved. He was so wrapped up in the throes of passion that he committed himself to marrying her one
A Kind of Arson
"It started off as an unusually peaceful day in the Slums." "People were performing their daily routines and no thugs were around to cause trouble. Houseworkers did chores, kids played games, and spirits were overall pretty high." "They had hoped that this
Cravings
"Drex, I want you to think about the stickiest, greenest, crystal covered bud you ever seen." "How great it'd feel on your lips as you puff away at that blunt, fillin' your lungs with smoke and blowin' out clouds the world
Dead Man Walking
"What do you do with a dead body?" "I want you to think of a corpse laying in the street. It's been brutalized beyond belief, you can barely recognize its face but you know by the clothes exactly who you're looking
Behind Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes There are many Arcadians that hide a sense of hopelessness behind their eyes. Take a trip, mi amigos, through the slums and you will find many
Deaf Man’s Song
They say that music is a language within itself. But can a blind person play music without seeing the notes on the page? Could a deaf person play without being able to hear what they play? I see a song. A piece of
The Fallen Tree
Once upon a time, there was a tall and sturdy tree that stood in the middle of a vast forest. The tree had been there for many years, and it had weathered many storms. Its roots were deep and strong,
A Crystal Clear Lake
arcissus was a very beautiful young man that everyone adored. However, there was no-one to whom he would return their affection. One day, whilst Narcissus was hunting, he came upon a small crystal clear lake and bent down to take a
Forest of Torment
In the ageless forest, there existed two peculiar creatures. The Siren, with a lute in hand, spilled forth a melody that could snatch the soul from man's grasp. His audience, spellbound, sipped on his sweet poison, each note a lullaby serenading them