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		<title>I'm not putting you back into anything until you strip for me!</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Her eyes sharpen.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; She says, in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;
Your resolve falters a little, but with an attempt at confidence, you continue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My price for letting you go back into hibernation is a striptease.&amp;quot; You say with a shaky voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;an-and a lapdance!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes harden and she draws up, considering you for a moment. You consider whether or not you may have overplayed your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; She says at last, and your mouth drops.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For reals?&amp;quot; You squeak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For really-reals.&amp;quot; The Australian goddess coos, as she gently pushes you back into a chair, &amp;quot;After all, you're just being ''so nice'' by letting me not spend the rest of my life with you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You smile to yourself. You suppose that, yes, you are being quite magnanimous. And what's the point of being nice if you don't get a reward?&lt;br /&gt;
You sit back in the chair as she spins you around, and ready yourself for the spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But I'm sure you want that striptease before the lapdance, right sweetie?&amp;quot; She smiles coyly at you. You nod, hardly believing the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That's right,&amp;quot; you say, adding on for dirty measure, &amp;quot;bitch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see a flash of disgust in her eyes for a moment, replaced with a convincing look of warmth. Then she pushes you backwards on the sliding chair until you slide out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well then wait there for me as I get changed.&amp;quot; She says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And with that she shuts the door. Deciding to take the initiative while you wait, you take off your clothes, and use them to bind yourself to the chair, expertly from years of enjoying submission. You want to make the most of your sexy celebrity fantasy after all!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ten minutes pass. Then another ten. You begin to feel nervous. Then you hear something... a distant murmuring. Like a crowd. You hear one of the control room windows open faintly, and then, &amp;quot;HE'S UP HERE!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You realise your utter stupidity. You left Nicole with the computer, and the communications system. You slide your chair over to the top of the stairs and see way down below a large angry mob heading your way. You curse yourself and try to shake out of the chair - you're not going to get arrested naked again damn it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you make one more misjudgement, and your chair slips over the edge of the steps. You tumble all the way down, and your windpipe only breaks as you roll pathetically to the bottom at the crowd's feet. As the crowd shakes their heads at you in pity and disgust, Nicole joins her husband, who holds her tightly,  stroking his goatee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What a perv...&amp;quot; He says, loudly, so that everyone can admire his own obvious lack of perversion. In time, you fade into urban legend. The virgin celeb nerd who tried to blackmail Nicole Kidman into fucking him, then fell naked down two flights of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/I%27m_not_putting_you_back_into_anything_until_you_strip_for_me!</id>
		<title>I'm not putting you back into anything until you strip for me!</title>
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				<updated>2017-03-10T09:11:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Her eyes sharpen. &amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; She says, in a low voice. Your resolve falters a little, but with an attempt at confidence, you continue.  &amp;quot;My price for letting you go back into h…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Her eyes sharpen.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; She says, in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;
Your resolve falters a little, but with an attempt at confidence, you continue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My price for letting you go back into hibernation is a striptease.&amp;quot; You say with a shaky voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;an-and a lapdance!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes harden and she draws up, considering you for a moment. You consider whether or not you may have overplayed your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; She says at last, and your mouth drops.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For reals?&amp;quot; You squeak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For really-reals.&amp;quot; The Australian goddess coos, as she gently pushes you back into a chair, &amp;quot;After all, you're just being ''so nice'' by letting me not spend the rest of my life with you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You smile to yourself. You suppose that, yes, you are being quite magnanimous. And what's the point of being nice if you don't get a reward?&lt;br /&gt;
You sit back in the chair as she spins you around, and ready yourself for the spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But I'm sure you want that striptease before the lapdance, right sweetie?&amp;quot; She smiles coyly at you. You nod, hardly believing the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That's right,&amp;quot; you say, adding on for dirty measure, &amp;quot;bitch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see a flash of disgust in her eyes for a moment, replaced with a convincing look of warmth. Then she pushes you backwards on the sliding chair until you slide out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well then wait there for me as I get changed.&amp;quot; She says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And with that she shuts the door. Deciding to take the initiative while you wait, you take off your clothes, and use them to bind yourself to the chair, expertly from years of enjoying submission. You want to make the most of your sexy celebrity fantasy after all!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ten minutes pass. Then another ten. You begin to feel nervous. Then you hear something... a distant murmuring. Like a crowd. You hear one of the control room windows open faintly, and then, &amp;quot;HE'S UP HERE!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You realise your utter stupidity. You left Nicole with the computer, and the communications system. You slide your chair over to the top of the stairs and see way down below a large angry mob heading your way. You curse yourself and try to shake out of the chair - you're not going to get arrested naked again damn it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you make one more misjudgement, and your chair slips over the edge of the steps. You tumble all the way down, and your windpipe only breaks as you roll pathetically to the bottom at the crowd's feet. As the crowd shakes their heads at you in pity and disgust, Nicole joins her husband, who holds her tightly,  stroking his goatee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What a perv...&amp;quot; He says, loudly, so that everyone can admire his own obvious lack of perversion. In time, you fade into urban legend. The virgin celeb nerd who tried to blackmail Nicole Kidman into fucking him, then fell naked down two flights of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>If it turns out you can't get logged back into the hibernation pods, you'll be dooming him to spend the rest of his life with us!</title>
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				<updated>2017-03-10T08:59:39Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'This stops Nicole, as she considers this. With great difficulty, she eventually concedes that you are right and that they shouldn't bring anyone else into the same mess you two a…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;This stops Nicole, as she considers this. With great difficulty, she eventually concedes that you are right and that they shouldn't bring anyone else into the same mess you two are in. You both decide its a good time to hit the bar afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next week is surreal for you, as you drink, go swimming, and dine with your childhood crush every day. She loosens up with you as time bears on. You even suspect she may be flirting with you from time to time - flashing you a dirty smile after saying something with a double meaning, and letting her hand occasionally brush yours. You consider how best to work your relationship to the next level; for as much as you're enjoying being a companion with Nicole Kidman, every time you see her emerge from the pool in a sheer white bathing suit, and see the dark outline of her nipple against the pale of her skin, you feel a physical need to bed her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, you are having a drink with her at the bar. As she asks you about yourself, you let slip that you're a bit of a computer whiz. She nearly drops her wine.&lt;br /&gt;
'Why did you never say so?' she shrieks, ecstatic, 'have you had a look at the central computer?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Realising the hole you've dug for yourself, you try to backpedal. 'Oh I didn't really get the opportunity-'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well come on, quick!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She drags you away by your hand, leaving you to spill your wine in your wake. You arrive at the computer room, and she watches you expectantly as you make a show of looking over the computer. Eventually, you feel there's no choice but to reveal that you can, in fact, plug her back into the hibernation pod. She jumps with joy - the sight of which almost makes you fall over, and then she jumps on you. She loops her arms around your face and kisses you passionately. Your faces mash together, and your tongues dance inside each other's mouths for a moment. Then all at once she breaks away, breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I'm sorry.' She says, composing herself.&lt;br /&gt;
'You got caught in the moment.' You offer, and she nods graciously.&lt;br /&gt;
'So when can you put me back in?' She asks, looking at you with those dazzling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You think for a moment. This may be your last roll of the die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[I'm not putting you back into anything until you strip for me!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Tomorrow, but I'd like one last dinner together, since I may be dead when you next wake up.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Wake_him_up,_he%27ll_know_what_to_do!</id>
		<title>Wake him up, he'll know what to do!</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'A few hours later, Keith Urban stands in the room with you both, in his white space jockeys. She has barely even looked at you since Keith woke up, and after hearing the whole st…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A few hours later, Keith Urban stands in the room with you both, in his white space jockeys. She has barely even looked at you since Keith woke up, and after hearing the whole story, Keith has taken to stroking his tiny goatee silently, nodding like a sage monk. You hate him, and all that he represents as a celebrity husband. He's ruining your fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I think I can rig this thing...' He says, 'So that you two can go back into hibernation, but I wouldn't be able to go back with you.'&lt;br /&gt;
You throw your hands up, and Nicole's eyes widen.&lt;br /&gt;
'You mean you wouldn't be coming back with us?'&lt;br /&gt;
Keith turns to her and takes her hands, 'I'll be okay. You need to raise the kids.'&lt;br /&gt;
The rest of the afternoon, you are left as the third wheel of this couple's final date - a date historians would later  estimate to be one of the most awkward and depressing in history. That night, you sleep in the room next door to them, and jerk off to the sounds of their heated marital sex, frustrated at how much louder he is than she.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day you fall asleep in your pod, and it closes around you at Keith's stupid command.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
70 years later, you emerge, and find that half of the women in the ship have already awoken once or twice over the years. You follow an angry mob that's formed, and find a 90 year old Keith Urban, with the shittiest grin. The crowd surrounds him, hurling verbal abuse at him, but all he does is nod and stroke his goatee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking back, you have to admire the guy. He pulled off what you couldn't. Scientists would later find that he had sex with nearly the entire female population of L.A., spreading his DNA like a warlord. He would die before ever being convicted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What a damn legend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Awaken_Nicole_Kidman_-_your_childhood_crush</id>
		<title>Awaken Nicole Kidman - your childhood crush</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide that stunning blonde starlet Nicole Kidman is the best choice. After all, why not begin with the beginning of your obsession? You still remember seeing images of Nicol…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You decide that stunning blonde starlet Nicole Kidman is the best choice. After all, why not begin with the beginning of your obsession? You still remember seeing images of Nicole on a tape of Eyes Wide Shut you snuck from your parents. She always seemed like such a mischievous spirit to you - and had a tall, elegant body to match.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look her up on the central computer and find her pod. Entering in the commands, you set her pod to end her hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;
Satisfied with yourself, you now wait.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
---&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting at the bar, hours later, you hear a noise behind you. Turning, you see Nicole Kidman in a white space-swimsuit, her hands covering a gasp. She's not as taught as she was in 1999, but the Australian goddess still looked gorgeous. You can't help but smile, before realising how terrible the situation is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Oh thank God,' Nicole begins, coming quickly over to you, 'there's someone else!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She grabs you into a hug, and squeezes you tight to her body, her considerable height bringing your face into her beautiful clothed chest. The part of your brain not connected to your hormones recognises that it is game time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I can't believe you're awake too, Nicole!' you cry, 'I've been awake for a couple of days now and thought I would be doomed to spend my life alone!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She pulls back, cupping your face in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Oh you poor thing! That must have been horrible!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of the corner of your eye you spot that further down the bar is a small puddle of your jizz from a few days ago. Hastily you pull her shoulder away from the bar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Maybe we should look for someone else who's awake?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I don't know, I could really go for a drink...' She turns back to the bar and you hastily grab her shoulder again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Your body is still adjusting to being awake, you'll need food in you first or you'll be out like a light' you scramble for ideas. However your quick thinking seems to pay off. She nods and steps away from the bar and your... evidence. She thinks for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'There must be a master computer somewhere.' She says, matter-of-factly.&lt;br /&gt;
'If we find it, we may just find a way to put ourselves back under.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You gulp, and follow after her as she darts off excitedly. You hadn't expected her to be so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Listen Ms Kidman-'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Oh call me Nicole you dolt' she flashes a smile back at you - dazzling and just a tiny bit naughty, just like you've always imagined her. Glancing down her swimsuit, you see her ample ass - rounding out nicely at the top of her long, powerful legs. And so you are distracted until she stops suddenly, and you look up to see a map of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Nicole, I've been looking for a computer for the last few days and I hardly think you're likely to just-'&lt;br /&gt;
'I've found it' she beams, spinning and taking off again in the direction of the master computer.&lt;br /&gt;
'You found it.' you say in a daze, following after her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
---&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You find yourself inside the master control room, standing uncomfortably as Nicole reads through the screen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'What's your name, by the way' she says absently as she reads.&lt;br /&gt;
'I'm Roy Fibber, and are you sure you know what you're doing?'&lt;br /&gt;
'Of course I do.' she smiles, bent at the hip as she checks out the computer, 'my father was a scientist. Chemistry, but even so.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You now find yourself tracing her body with your eyes, up her luscious legs, past her tight bottom, and up her smooth back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Okay, just thought I'd arse.'&lt;br /&gt;
'What?'&lt;br /&gt;
'Just thought I'd ask.'&lt;br /&gt;
'Ah ha!' She cries, straightening up to your disappointment, 'I've found Keith.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You grimace. Keith Urban, her country singer husband.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'He'll know what to do, I just need to wake him up!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Wait!' You cry out, before she does it.&lt;br /&gt;
She turns to you, with her piercing, inquisitive eyes. You have to think fast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[If it turns out you can't get logged back into the hibernation pods, you'll be dooming him to spend the rest of his life with us!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wake him up, he'll know what to do!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Get_reincarnated_as_an_even_dirtier_Roy</id>
		<title>Get reincarnated as an even dirtier Roy</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;In the year 2018, the Earth has been ruined. There's garbage everywhere, it's all hot and everything, just awful. The earth has been evacuated city by city, sent away on ships through space for planets light-years away. The plan is for every passenger to be in hybernation for the many decades of travel, and to awaken in the final three year stretch of their 100-year journey. And luckily, that happens. No drama at all. Everyone reaches the new destination safely and happily.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, life isn't that simple. Not for B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶M̶c̶G̶e̶e̶   Roy Fibber, a completely average but insanely lucky engineering student on board the S.S. Las Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;
One day you are released from your hypersleep, and flop onto a cold metallic floor. With all the grace of a newborn 23 year old, you stand and look around, wearing only your space-underwear, and covered in pod-juice.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though you aren't too bright, it doesn't take long to realise that no one else is awake. You stand in an enormous cavernous space, the walls lined with the pods of all the residents of L.A. It looks almost as if you're  in a giant-scale wine cellar - and the whole expanse is deafeningly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Fuck.&amp;quot; You say. This turns out to be a mistake in the pod-chamber, as with nothing to slow it or drown it out, your syllable echoes all around for the next few days. As you explore the rest of the ship, it quickly becomes clear that you're the only passenger awake on the ship - with another 70 years left in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the most part it's actually pretty nice even. Every day you get drunk off of wine, play around in the basketball courts, jerk off on the bar just because you can (typical guy stuff), and investigate the central computer room. It doesn't take long for you to figure out that your accidental awakening was no more than an error in the system - indeed you think you may even be able to figure out a way to rig yourself back into the pod.&lt;br /&gt;
But you hesitate - a distant memory harkened back to a movie you saw long ago. Some sci-fi disaster film in which Chris Evans tricks Jennifer Lopez into fucking him or something - whatever the movie was called, it's name was forgotten by this passenger.&lt;br /&gt;
But you realised, looking at that computer, that you had a tremendous opportunity here. All your life you had had one ambition - one which drove you to L.A. and convinced you to wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;
You had an overwhelming desire to fuck a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;
Since you were 12 you had only ever masturbated to film sex scenes, and the only girlfriend you had ever had, you had chosen solely because she sounded just about like Mila Kunis (as for her looks, well you took a break from contact lenses for a while). You once even invited Bill Cosby for a drink, which he declined, dashing any possibilities there.&lt;br /&gt;
But you, with your immense luck, highly questionable morals, minor computer capabilities, and cornucopia of celebrities to choose from - you finally had your chance to sleep with any celebrity of your choosing. NotMila (as you had known her by the end of your short relationship) said that she would never come back to you if you were the last man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
Well Earth is gone, baby. And B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶   Roy was the most eligible conscious bachelor in the ship. The only thing to do now, was make your decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Scarlett Johansson - one of the hottest celebrities alive]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Nicole Kidman - your childhood crush]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Jennifer Lawrence - for some reason she seems like a familiar choice for this sort of scenario]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Kim Kardashian - if you're going to dip into celebrity, why not go all in?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken no one - if they sleep with you under the pre-tense that you are the only man they will ever see again, that is false consent]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Get_reincarnated_as_an_even_dirtier_Roy</id>
		<title>Get reincarnated as an even dirtier Roy</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Get_reincarnated_as_an_even_dirtier_Roy"/>
				<updated>2017-03-10T08:08:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;In the year 2018, the Earth has been ruined. There's garbage everywhere, it's all hot and everything, just awful. The earth has been evacuated city by city, sent away on ships through space for planets light-years away. The plan is for every passenger to be in hybernation for the many decades of travel, and to awaken in the final three year stretch of their 100-year journey. And luckily, that happens. No drama at all. Everyone reaches the new destination safely and happily.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, life isn't that simple. Not for B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶M̶c̶G̶e̶e̶   Roy Fibber, a completely average but insanely lucky engineering student on board the S.S. Las Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;
One day you are released from your hypersleep, and flop onto a cold metallic floor. With all the grace of a newborn 23 year old, you stand and look around, wearing only your space-underwear, and covered in pod-juice.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though you aren't too bright, it doesn't take long to realise that no one else is awake. You stand in an enormous cavernous space, the walls lined with the pods of all the residents of L.A. It looks almost as if you're  in a giant-scale wine cellar - and the whole expanse is deafeningly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Fuck.&amp;quot; You say. This turns out to be a mistake in the pod-chamber, as with nothing to slow it or drown it out, your syllable echoes all around for the next few days. As you explore the rest of the ship, it quickly becomes clear that you're the only passenger awake on the ship - with another 70 years left in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the most part it's actually pretty nice even. Every day you get drunk off of wine, play around in the basketball courts, jerk off on the bar just because you can (typical guy stuff), and investigate the central computer room. It doesn't take long for you to figure out that your accidental awakening was no more than an error in the system - indeed you think you may even be able to figure out a way to rig yourself back into the pod.&lt;br /&gt;
But you hesitate - a distant memory harkened back to a movie you saw long ago. Some sci-fi disaster film in which Chris Evans tricks Jennifer Lopez into fucking him or something - whatever the movie was called, it's name was forgotten by this passenger.&lt;br /&gt;
But you realised, looking at that computer, that you had a tremendous opportunity here. All your life you had had one ambition - one which drove you to L.A. and convinced you to wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;
You had an overwhelming desire to fuck a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;
Since you were 12 you had only ever masturbated to film sex scenes, and the only girlfriend you had ever had, you had chosen solely because she sounded just about like Mila Kunis (as for her looks, well you took a break from contact lenses for a while). You once even invited Bill Cosby for a drink, which he declined, dashing any possibilities there.&lt;br /&gt;
But you, with your immense luck, highly questionable morals, minor computer capabilities, and cornucopia of celebrities to choose from - you finally had your chance to sleep with any celebrity of your choosing. NotMila (as you had known her by the end of your short relationship) said that she would never come back to you if you were the last man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
Well Earth is gone, baby. And B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶   Roy was the most eligible conscious bachelor in the ship. The only thing to do now, was make your decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Scarlett Johansson - one of the hottest celebrities alive]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Nicole Kidman - your childhood crush]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Jennifer Lawrence - for some reason she seems like a familiar choice for this sort of scenario]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Kim Kardashian - if you're going to dip into celebrity, why not go all in?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken no one - if they sleep with you under the pre-tense that you are the only man they will ever see again, that is false consent&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Get_reincarnated_as_an_even_dirtier_Roy</id>
		<title>Get reincarnated as an even dirtier Roy</title>
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				<updated>2017-03-10T08:07:39Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'In the year 2018, the Earth has been ruined. There's garbage everywhere, it's all hot and everything, just awful. The earth has been evacuated city by city, sent away on ships th…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;In the year 2018, the Earth has been ruined. There's garbage everywhere, it's all hot and everything, just awful. The earth has been evacuated city by city, sent away on ships through space for planets light-years away. The plan is for every passenger to be in hybernation for the many decades of travel, and to awaken in the final three year stretch of their 100-year journey. And luckily, that happens. No drama at all. Everyone reaches the new destination safely and happily.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, life isn't that simple. Not for B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶M̶c̶G̶e̶e̶   Roy Fibber, a completely average but insanely lucky engineering student on board the S.S. Las Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;
One day you are released from your hypersleep, and flop onto a cold metallic floor. With all the grace of a newborn 23 year old, you stand and look around, wearing only your space-underwear, and covered in pod-juice.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though you aren't too bright, it doesn't take long to realise that no one else is awake. You stand in an enormous cavernous space, the walls lined with the pods of all the residents of L.A. It looks almost as if you're  in a giant-scale wine cellar - and the whole expanse is deafeningly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Fuck.&amp;quot; You say. This turns out to be a mistake in the pod-chamber, as with nothing to slow it or drown it out, your syllable echoes all around for the next few days. As you explore the rest of the ship, it quickly becomes clear that you're the only passenger awake on the ship - with another 70 years left in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the most part it's actually pretty nice even. Every day you get drunk off of wine, play around in the basketball courts, jerk off on the bar just because you can (typical guy stuff), and investigate the central computer room. It doesn't take long for you to figure out that your accidental awakening was no more than an error in the system - indeed you think you may even be able to figure out a way to rig yourself back into the pod.&lt;br /&gt;
But you hesitate - a distant memory harkened back to a movie you saw long ago. Some sci-fi disaster film in which Chris Evans tricks Jennifer Lopez into fucking him or something - whatever the movie was called, it's name was forgotten by this passenger.&lt;br /&gt;
But you realised, looking at that computer, that you had a tremendous opportunity here. All your life you had had one ambition - one which drove you to L.A. and convinced you to wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;
You had an overwhelming desire to fuck a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;
Since you were 12 you had only ever masturbated to film sex scenes, and the only girlfriend you had ever had, you had chosen solely because she sounded just about like Mila Kunis (as for her looks, well you took a break from contact lenses for a while). You once even invited Bill Cosby for a drink, which he declined, dashing any possibilities there.&lt;br /&gt;
But you, with your immense luck, highly questionable morals, minor computer capabilities, and cornucopia of celebrities to choose from - you finally had your chance to sleep with any celebrity of your choosing. NotMila (as you had known her by the end of your short relationship) said that she would never come back to you if you were the last man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
Well Earth is gone, baby. And B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶   Roy was the most eligible conscious bachelor in the ship. The only thing to do now, was make your decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 *[[Awaken Scarlett Johansson - one of the hottest celebrities alive]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Nicole Kidman - your childhood crush]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Jennifer Lawrence - for some reason she seems like a familiar choice for this sort of scenario]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Kim Kardashian - if you're going to dip into celebrity, why not go all in?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken no one - if they sleep with you under the pre-tense that you are the only man they will ever see again, that is false consent&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Awaken_no_one_-_if_they_sleep_with_you_under_the_pre-tense_that_you_are_the_only_man_they_will_ever_see_again,_that_is_false_consent!</id>
		<title>Awaken no one - if they sleep with you under the pre-tense that you are the only man they will ever see again, that is false consent!</title>
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				<updated>2017-03-10T08:06:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ah the moral high ground: every erotic fiction reader's first response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deciding that you will not inflict yourself upon any celebrities, you check yourself back into hibernation the following day. When you wake up next, you are surrounded by other graceless, slimy denizens of L.A. You tell no one about your adventures 70 years ago, and the most celebrity action you see is seeing Jennifer Lawrence vomiting at the bar two years later.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Earth 2 is a wonderful place, and you live 59 years there with all the rest of humanity slowly tearing it's resources and beauty apart. In most ways, life is perfect, but as you reach yor twilight years and settle down with some character actress from Nevada, you always wonder late at night what could have been, if you hadn't decided to give away your golden ticket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then at 83 years of age, you get hit by a bus while crossing the street chasing after seeing a young starlet crossing the street. In the afterlife, you still go to hell, for all the masturbation and for not being a Mormon. And thus your tale ends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Get reincarnated as an even dirtier Roy]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Awaken_no_one_-_if_they_sleep_with_you_under_the_pre-tense_that_you_are_the_only_man_they_will_ever_see_again,_that_is_false_consent!</id>
		<title>Awaken no one - if they sleep with you under the pre-tense that you are the only man they will ever see again, that is false consent!</title>
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				<updated>2017-03-10T08:04:44Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Ah the moral high ground: every erotic fiction reader's first response.  Deciding that you will not inflict yourself upon any celebrities, you check yourself back into hibernatio…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ah the moral high ground: every erotic fiction reader's first response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deciding that you will not inflict yourself upon any celebrities, you check yourself back into hibernation the following day. When you wake up next, you are surrounded by other graceless, slimy denizens of L.A. You tell no one about your adventures 70 years ago, and the most celebrity action you see is seeing Jennifer Lawrence vomiting at the bar two years later.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Earth 2 is a wonderful place, and you live 59 years there with all the rest of humanity slowly tearing it's resources and beauty apart. In most ways, life is perfect, but as you reach yor twilight years and settle down with some character actress from Nevada, you always wonder late at night what could have been, if you hadn't decided to give away your golden ticket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then at 83 years of age, you get hit by a bus while crossing the street chasing after seeing a young starlet crossing the street. In the afterlife, you still go to hell, for all the masturbation and for not being a Mormon. And thus your tale ends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Passengers</id>
		<title>Passengers</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Passengers"/>
				<updated>2017-03-10T07:57:58Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;Created page with 'In the year 2018, the Earth has been ruined. There's garbage everywhere, it's all hot and everything, just awful. The earth has been evacuated city by city, sent away on ships th…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;In the year 2018, the Earth has been ruined. There's garbage everywhere, it's all hot and everything, just awful. The earth has been evacuated city by city, sent away on ships through space for planets light-years away. The plan is for every passenger to be in hybernation for the many decades of travel, and to awaken in the final three year stretch of their 100-year journey. And luckily, that happens. No drama at all. Everyone reaches the new destination safely and happily.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, life isn't that simple. Not for B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶ ̶M̶c̶G̶e̶e̶   Roy Fibber, a completely average but insanely lucky engineering student on board the S.S. Las Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;
One day you are released from your hypersleep, and flop onto a cold metallic floor. With all the grace of a newborn 23 year old, you stand and look around, wearing only your space-underwear, and covered in pod-juice.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though you aren't too bright, it doesn't take long to realise that no one else is awake. You stand in an enormous cavernous space, the walls lined with the pods of all the residents of L.A. It looks almost as if you're  in a giant-scale wine cellar - and the whole expanse is deafeningly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Fuck.&amp;quot; You say. This turns out to be a mistake in the pod-chamber, as with nothing to slow it or drown it out, your syllable echoes all around for the next few days. As you explore the rest of the ship, it quickly becomes clear that you're the only passenger awake on the ship - with another 70 years left in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the most part it's actually pretty nice even. Every day you get drunk off of wine, play around in the basketball courts, jerk off on the bar just because you can (typical guy stuff), and investigate the central computer room. It doesn't take long for you to figure out that your accidental awakening was no more than an error in the system - indeed you think you may even be able to figure out a way to rig yourself back into the pod.&lt;br /&gt;
But you hesitate - a distant memory harkened back to a movie you saw long ago. Some sci-fi disaster film in which Chris Evans tricks Jennifer Lopez into fucking him or something - whatever the movie was called, it's name was forgotten by this passenger.&lt;br /&gt;
But you realised, looking at that computer, that you had a tremendous opportunity here. All your life you had had one ambition - one which drove you to L.A. and convinced you to wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;
You had an overwhelming desire to fuck a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;
Since you were 12 you had only ever masturbated to film sex scenes, and the only girlfriend you had ever had, you had chosen solely because she sounded just about like Mila Kunis (as for her looks, well you took a break from contact lenses for a while). You once even invited Bill Cosby for a drink, which he declined, dashing any possibilities there.&lt;br /&gt;
But you, with your immense luck, highly questionable morals, minor computer capabilities, and cornucopia of celebrities to choose from - you finally had your chance to sleep with any celebrity of your choosing. NotMila (as you had known her by the end of your short relationship) said that she would never come back to you if you were the last man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
Well Earth is gone, baby. And B̶i̶g̶d̶i̶c̶k̶   Roy was the most eligible conscious bachelor in the ship. The only thing to do now, was make your decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Scarlett Johansson - one of the hottest celebrities alive]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Nicole Kidman - your childhood crush]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Jennifer Lawrence - for some reason she seems like a familiar choice for this sort of scenario]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken Kim Kardashian - if you're going to dip into celebrity, why not go all in?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Awaken no one - if they sleep with you under the pre-tense that you are the only man they will ever see again, that is false consent!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Passengers]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/All_Adult_Stories/P</id>
		<title>All Adult Stories/P</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/All_Adult_Stories/P"/>
				<updated>2017-03-10T07:17:04Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Daphep:&amp;#32;/* P */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;{{All_Adult_Stories_List}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==P==&lt;br /&gt;
{| class=&amp;quot;wikitable sortable&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;width:100%&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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 ! Story  !!  Number Of Pages !!  Notes&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Passengers]] || W.I.P. || {{public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Percy Jackson &amp;amp; Friends]] || 32 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pervert]] || 72 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Perverted Idol Adventure]] || 1 || {{DNE}} || {{Pit watchlist|edited=1 September 2015|pages=1}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Perverted Thirteen-Year-Old]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Perverted Thirteen-Year-Old}} || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Phineas and Ferb: The Erotic Adventures]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Phineas and Ferb: The Erotic Adventures}} || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pi Pi Pi]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Pi Pi Pi}} || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pimp]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Pimp}} || {{DNE}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pimping Your Roommate]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Pimping Your Roommate}} || {{Public}} || {{Pit watchlist|edited=10/27/2013|pages=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pirates!]] || 10 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Plane Crash]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Plane Crash}} || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pokemon: Gotta Sex 'em all! Kanto Edition]] || 27 || {{Private}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pokemon: Sexy Version]] || 12 || {{Public}} || {{Pit watchlist|edited=1/20/2014|pages=12}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pokesex]] || 350 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|- &lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pool Party]] || 59 || {{DNE}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[A portrait of an American Girl Named Myra|A Portrait of an American Girl Named Myra]] || 72 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Possessed]] || 141 ||  {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Possession]] || 2 ||  {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Postapocalyptica]] || 15 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Power]] || 1 || (After Review Only)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Power of Suggestion]] || 31 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Power of Will]] || 60 || {{DNE}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[A Practical Approach]] || ? || {{Public}} Work in progress. Feel free to add stuff, as long as it's in tune with the story mentioned on the first page. Mind your grammar.&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Prison Life]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Prison Life}} || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Prostitution]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Prostitution}} || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Public Nudity]] || 74 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Punishment for your wife]] || 149 || {{Public}}&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:System Pages]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Adult Stories]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Daphep</name></author>	</entry>

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