It was 1862, late September, on the banks of the Mississippi River, the entire town burned to the ground, all that remains is one church and one dwelling. A decaying village that was once prosperous, now carries the burden of the cotton. How can this be forgotten? Memphis was the rival full of greed, in the end they took the guilty plead, swept under the rug, the lies and deceit, the battle is never finished until the hatred is beat. Beat it and burn it, down to the ground, no matter what you destroy, love can always be found!!