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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Rampage</id>
		<title>Rampage</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-23T00:19:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You are a bodiless spirit looking to wreak havoc on humans.  You come across a young-looking, pretty mother seeing her sixth-grade son get safely onto the school bus.  A black cat is curled up on the hood of the mother's car.  A man is walking past with a spring in his step.  They all seem happy.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Time for you to trash their lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you take possession of the:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Black cat]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[School bus driver]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Man walking past]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{RampageTemplate|who=No One... yet}}|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or if you've read this story before, feel free to skip ahead by going to [http://editthis.info/choose_your_own_adventure/Category:Rampage_Victims  the character index page].&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Rampage| ]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Girl_Scout_Cookies</id>
		<title>Girl Scout Cookies</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-23T00:16:24Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You’re sitting in your apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, idly flipping through channels on TV wondering what you’re going to do the rest of the day.  Not finding anything, you think about just falling asleep on the couch when you hear a knock at the door.  You rouse yourself enough to answer the door and standing outside are a pair of older girl scouts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hello, sir,” one of them says.  She’s a short, assertive girl with curly brown hair that barely reaches to her shoulders.  The white shirt of her uniform struggles to contain ample chest and her skirt looks like it might have been shortened from standard issue and the top button of her blouse is undone.  “I’m Claire, and this is Lin, and we’re selling cookies in your complex.”  Lin is standing behind her with the wagon of cookies with a more reserved look on her face.  Her Asian features are surrounded by straight black hair that reaches down to her waist.  She is quite a bit taller than Claire, almost your height, and a slender figure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Sure,” you reply, glad to spend some time with two attractive teens, even just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What kind of cookies do you want?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Girl Scout Cookies/Peanut Butter Patties|Peanut Butter Patties]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Girl Scout Cookies/Thin Mints|Thin Mints]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Those wishing to contribute should read the [[Girl Scout Cookies/Editing Notes|notes]] before doing so.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Girl Scout Cookies| Girl Scout Cookies]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Oops!_You%27re_Naked!</id>
		<title>Oops! You're Naked!</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-22T15:29:46Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Clothed &amp;amp; Overheated'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You've reached the Shoreline Communities Maintenance Hot line.  There is no one in the office right now.  Please leave your name, telephone, and unit number, as well as the problem, and someone will get back to you as soon as possible.  Please note, if you are calling because your air conditioning is not working, there are numerous requests for that service now due to the sudden heat wave, and we will process your request on a first-come first-serve basis.  Please do not leave multiple messages about the same request.  Thank you, and have a nice day.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You slam the phone down in a huff, and then immediately regretted it, as it caused more sweat to pour off your skin.  You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your long hair matted from humidity, your large breasts and hips barely contained by the tight underwear you are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were trying to call for an update about your AC, but hopefully the empty office means all the crews are out working on the problem.   You pop off your bra, and slip off your panties, letting your large assets free as you head towards the shower. You sigh as you realize you need to do something to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to stay cool at home?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to the art museum?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Oops! You're Naked/Secluded Pond|Go to the secluded pond?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Steal_the_rags</id>
		<title>Steal the rags</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-10T20:48:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;Replaced content with 'You steal the rags.  Now what?'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You steal the rags.  Now what?&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Stay_in_the_water_for_a_couple_of_hours</id>
		<title>Stay in the water for a couple of hours</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-10T19:58:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;Replaced content with 'You stay in the water.  Now what?'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You stay in the water.  Now what?&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Stay_in_the_water_for_a_couple_of_hours</id>
		<title>Stay in the water for a couple of hours</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-04T20:53:20Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You stay in the water to hide your shame for a few hours.  You keep on waiting for a miracle to occur, perhaps for the nice clothes fair to appear and give you something to wear.  Unfortunately, reality ensues and the clothes fairy doesn't exist.  If you stay in the water forever, you'll miss school and probably get eaten by sharks or something, so you swim to shore forcing yourself to bare your shame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ha ha.  Bare.  Puns.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you emerge from the sea, your hair dripping water and sunlight glistening off of your every curve, you create quite a stir.  The beach isn't as crowded as it would be later in the day, but you're still drawing much more attention than you'd like to your naked, gorgeous body.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You need to get back home to find something to wear.  On the other hand, you're probably already late for school, and you can't afford to fall behind.  Of course, there are plenty of people right here who have already noticed you.  Maybe you could convince one of them to lend you some clothes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cheerleader Go to school|Go to school]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cheerleader Go home|Go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cheerleader Ask for help|Ask for help]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=none}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Steal_the_rags</id>
		<title>Steal the rags</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-04T20:38:05Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You snatch an old, tattered shirt from the house and put it on.  It doesn't even reach halfway down your thighs and the neckline is so torn, you find your self showing much more …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You snatch an old, tattered shirt from the house and put it on.  It doesn't even reach halfway down your thighs and the neckline is so torn, you find your self showing much more of your ample bosom than you ever had before, and you're worried that it might slide off your shoulders entirely.  Still, it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You step out of the ally, looking more like a beggar than a princess.  Hopefully, you won't draw too much attention to yourself before you get back home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!  Stop!&amp;quot;  You turn to see a large man glowering at you and approaching.  &amp;quot;Is that my shirt?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Um, is it?&amp;quot; you ask nervously.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes!  That's mine!  You stole it!  You're a thief!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thief?  &amp;quot;I'm not a thief, I'm a pri--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Give it back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You blink in surprise.  &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You heard me, thief.  Give it back, or I'll ''make'' you give it back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?  But I'm not wearing anything underneath!  If I take it off, I'll be n...n-na...indecent!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Not my problem,&amp;quot; he sneers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You realize that this could get very dangerous very quickly.  Or deathly embarrassing.  You're not sure which you'd prefer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[TLOAMP Give him the shirt|Give him the shirt]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[TLOAMP Beg him to let you keep the shirt|Beg him to let you keep the shirt]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[TLOAMP Run away|Run away]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Princess Status|Equipment=''Rags''|Health=80|Stamina=60|Mood=Frightened|Gold=00|Silver=00|Copper=00|Possessions=''none''}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:The life of a medieval princess]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Stay_in_the_water_for_a_couple_of_hours</id>
		<title>Stay in the water for a couple of hours</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-04T20:22:34Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You stay in the water to hide your shame for a few hours.  You keep on waiting for a miracle to occur, perhaps for the nice clothes fair to appear and give you something to wear.  Unfortunately, reality ensues and the clothes fairy doesn't exist.  If you stay in the water forever, you'll miss school and probably get eaten by sharks or something, so you swim to shore forcing yourself to bare your shame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ha ha.  Bare.  Puns.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you emerge from the sea, your hair dripping water and sunlight glistening off of your every curve, you create quite a stir.  The beach isn't as crowded as it would be later in the day, but you're still drawing much more attention than you'd like to your naked, gorgeous body.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You need to get back home to find something to wear.  On the other hand, you're probably already late for school, and you can't afford to fall behind.  Of course, there are plenty of people right here who have already noticed you.  Maybe you could convince one of them to lend you some clothes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cheerleader|Go to school]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cheerleader|Go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cheerleader|Ask for help]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=none}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Stay_in_the_water_for_a_couple_of_hours</id>
		<title>Stay in the water for a couple of hours</title>
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				<updated>2013-07-04T19:34:39Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lazarus:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You stay in the water to hide your shame for a few hours.  You keep on waiting for a miracle to occur, perhaps for the nice clothes fair to appear and give you something to wear.…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You stay in the water to hide your shame for a few hours.  You keep on waiting for a miracle to occur, perhaps for the nice clothes fair to appear and give you something to wear.  Unfortunately, reality ensues and the clothes fairy doesn't exist.  If you stay in the water forever, you'll miss school and probably get eaten by sharks or something, so you swim to shore forcing yourself to bare your shame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ha ha.  Bare.  Puns.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you emerge from the sea, your hair dripping water and sunlight glistening off of your every curve, you create quite a stir.  The beach isn't as crowded as it would be later in the day, but you're still drawing much more attention than you'd like to your naked, gorgeous body.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You need to get back home to find something to wear.  On the other hand, you're probably already late for school, and you can't afford to fall behind.  Of course, there are plenty of people right here who have already noticed you.  Maybe you could convince one of them to lend you some clothes?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to school]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go home]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ask for help]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{HSTemplate|Health=100|Gender=Female|Social Group=Cheerleader|Boyfriend/Girlfriend=none|Equipment=none}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: High School]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lazarus</name></author>	</entry>

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