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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sleep,_but_tell_the_woman_next_to_you_first_to_wake_you_up_before_the_trip_ends%3F</id>
		<title>Sleep, but tell the woman next to you first to wake you up before the trip ends?</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-04T07:49:00Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Knasen:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the driver hits the brakes. Your head whips back and then you're lunged forward. After this rude awakening you realize the book is gone. You feel around the floor for it while the other passengers are in a state of confusion. You look at the seat next to you and becomes aware that the woman is gone. In the middle of the seat there is a pile of smoking ashes and in it you spot the woman's gleaming sewing needle and a small, charred piece of paper with the characteristic page colour of the old crumpled book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Call the driver and say that a passenger is missing]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Rush out of the bus to see what casued the sudden break]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Shout that you've been robbed]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>Sleep, but tell the woman next to you first to wake you up before the trip ends?</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-04T07:47:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Knasen:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the driver hits the brakes. Your head whips back and then you're lunged forward. After this rude awakening you realize the book is gone. You feel around the floor for it while the other passengers are in a state of confusion. You look at the seat next to you and becomes aware that the woman is gone. In the middle of the seat there is a pile of smoking ashes and in it you spot the woman's gleaming sewing needle and a small, charred piece of paper with the characteristic page colour of the old crumpled book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You:&lt;br /&gt;
[Call the driver and say that a passenger is missing]&lt;br /&gt;
[Rush out of the bus to see what casued the sudden break]&lt;br /&gt;
[Shout that you've been robbed]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Knasen</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sleep,_but_tell_the_woman_next_to_you_first_to_wake_you_up_before_the_trip_ends%3F</id>
		<title>Sleep, but tell the woman next to you first to wake you up before the trip ends?</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-04T07:46:20Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Knasen:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the driver hits the brakes. Your head whips back and then you're lunged forward. After this rude awakening you realize the book is gone. You feel around the floor for it while the other passengers are in a state of confusion. You look at the seat next to you and becomes aware that the woman is gone. In the middle of the seat there is a pile of smoking ashes and in it you spot the woman's gleaming sewing needle and a small, charred piece of paper with the characteristic page colour of the old crumpled book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You:&lt;br /&gt;
Call the driver and say that a passenger is missing&lt;br /&gt;
Rush out of the bus to see what casued the sudden break&lt;br /&gt;
Shout that you've been robbed&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Knasen</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
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		<title>Create Your Own Story:About</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-03T14:40:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Knasen:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Red Lobster Men from Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day there was a loud crash from the back of the enormous garden at Blue Mountain Cabin where Laban lived with the rest of his family. Laban was&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Knasen</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Female,_5%278%22,_121_lbs,_pretty_face,_slim_figure</id>
		<title>Female, 5'8&quot;, 121 lbs, pretty face, slim figure</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-03T14:32:55Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Knasen:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The sudden stillness wakes you up from a crazy dream. Something about getting a fresh start in college.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, the bus ride is over. You've finally arrived. You look out the window and see some low clouds, a few nondescript buildings and a whole lot of trees. On the hillside you see a group of large buildings that you recognize from pictures. They're just a few of the many dormitories at State University. There are going to be alot of new things to learn. A lot of people to meet. Many more people than the town you've come from. You grin to yourself and get your stuff together. You've been working hard for the last three years to get here. Your parents would have been proud.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You walk off the bus and the bus driver gives you a weird look, like he's not sure why you were on his bus. You head into the bus station's bathroom to clean up a bit and are shocked to see yourself in the mirror. You are exactly what the Voice said you'd be! Holy shit! You're a hot babe with a pretty face, a slim figure and perky breasts! Damn, look at yourself! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Lock yourself in a stall and explore your hot new body]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Walk up the hill to the University]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wish you could undo your choice from the start]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=100|Height=5’ 8”|Weight=121 lbs|Gender=Female|Equipment=Duffel full of textbooks}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Knasen</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>Create Your Own Story:About</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-03T14:23:10Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Knasen:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Red Lobster Men from Outer Space&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Knasen</name></author>	</entry>

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