Long, long ago, on a dark, starless night , a gang of bandits ran up Hollywood Drive, way up on Pore's Knob. These bandits broke into the biggest, scarriest house they could find. They had no remorse for other peoples property. (they were down with o.p.p.) They threw huge boulders into the house, to make great holes. They crashed in the floor, to discover a river under the house. So then they all climbed down to the river, and follewed it to an old graveyard that had seemed to not been seen for years. They walked upon a gravestone that was marked Charles Winthorpe Dagger. They used their bare hands and dug down to the coffin. When they got to it, they discovered it was made of gold. They pulled it up and opened it to discover golds and treasures covering a rotted body where only bones remained. They loaded up the treasures in their bags. But that didnt seem to be enough for the bandits, so they each grabbed a long hard bone of the deceased. They headed back up the river to the house. When they arrived back in the basement of the house they had to use a chair they had used to smash through the floor to climb back up. When they got back in the house they went up the stairs and during their exploring they heard gunshot. So one of the bandits punched through the window and told the gun man to bring the noise. So they ran out of the house to the gun man and they beat him to death with the bones of Charles Dagger. They wrote, with the blood from punching through the window, on his head 324, whose meaning still puzzles officals today. The men flocked away, and have never been caught, or recognized, only known for their many acts of vandelism and murder through out time. This is how the Charley Dagger Gang came to be.