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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Continue_the_exploration.</id>
		<title>Continue the exploration.</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-09T20:39:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You run your hands back up the length of your body, stopping to cup your new breasts.  They easily fit in the palm of your tiny hands, and your nipples respond immediately.  You moan softly at this new sensation, and run your thumbs over each nipple in turn, moaning a little more and feel a tingling in your pussy.  Your cock becomes fully erect, and appears to be even bigger than you first thought. Perhaps as much at ten or twelve inches, and thick as any porn stars!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Releasing one of your breasts, you let your fingers draw trails over your stomach and down to your crotch.  You take your huge, erect cock in your hand, stroke it once, and moan loudly from the sensation.  You are much more sensitive there than you've ever been in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your fingers draw a line down the rigid shaft of your cock to the slit of your pussy just below.  The lips are swollen and aching.  You run your fingers around the outside of them and discover that they are almost as sensitive as your new cock.  Slowly, and carefully, you push one finger into your pussy.  Your mouth drops open as a wave of pleasure that borders on pain washes over you, causing black spots to dance in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You withdraw your finger with a sigh of relief and regret.  It feels so good.  It feels too good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your cock is now throbbing, and you can see the small glitter of precum at the tip.  It looks very inviting, and your mouth suddenly salivates with the thought of tasting it.  Your pussy is also throbbing, and an aching is growing in both your pussy and your cock.  You have to do something about this building pressure and pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Taste your precum.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stroke your cock off.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Finger your pussy off.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=79|Height=5' 4'' feet|Weight=115 lbs|Gender=Hermaphrodite|Equipment=Nothing}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sid/Punchopen</id>
		<title>Sid/Punchopen</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T22:07:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You punch the cabinet, but break your knuckles when doing so. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
''Owww!!'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Another smelly sloth comes over and pokes you. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 What now? &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Sid/Bandages|Get bandaged]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Sid/Kick the strange sloth|Kick the strange Sloth]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Sid/Sit there|Do nothing]][[category:The Adventures of Sid]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=[[Sid/Smellyfur|Smelly Fur]]|Health=95|MP=0|Level=1}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/User_talk:Goombob</id>
		<title>User talk:Goombob</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T22:06:16Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;/* Re: Help */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Re: Help==&lt;br /&gt;
I will do as best as I can, and I know that I won't know all of the punctuation points, unless it sounds like it needs them. [[User:Roaringjohn|Ze Grammar Nazi roaringjohn]] ([[User_talk:Roaringjohn|talk]]) 22:03, 5 April 2013 (UTC)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/User_talk:Goombob</id>
		<title>User talk:Goombob</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T22:04:56Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;/* Re: Help */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Re: Help==&lt;br /&gt;
I will do as best as I can, and I know that I won't know all of the punctuation points, unless it sounds like it need them. [[User:Roaringjohn|ze grammar nazi roaringjohn]] ([[User_talk:Roaringjohn|talk]]) 22:03, 5 April 2013 (UTC)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sid/Punchopen</id>
		<title>Sid/Punchopen</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T22:03:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You punch the cabinet but break you knuckles. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
''Owww!!'' &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Another smelly sloth comes over and pokes you. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 What now? &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Sid/Bandages|Get bandaged]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Sid/Kick the strange sloth|Kick the strange Sloth]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Sid/Sit there|Do nothing]][[category:The Adventures of Sid]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=[[Sid/Smellyfur|Smelly Fur]]|Health=95|MP=0|Level=1}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/User_talk:Goombob</id>
		<title>User talk:Goombob</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T22:03:04Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;Created page with '==Re: Help== I will do as best as I can, and I know that I won't know all of the punctuation points, unless it sounds like it need them. ~~~~'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Re: Help==&lt;br /&gt;
I will do as best as I can, and I know that I won't know all of the punctuation points, unless it sounds like it need them. [[User:Roaringjohn|ze grammar nazi roaringjohn]] 22:03, 5 April 2013 (UTC)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sid/Go_look_for_some_fun</id>
		<title>Sid/Go look for some fun</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T21:59:46Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You slouch over to your house, a smelly old cave. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The '''Shiny Fur Enhancer''' is shut in a cabinet. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What now?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Punchopen|Punch cabinet open]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Be bored|Get bored instead]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Get Crowbar|Get a crowbar]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=[[Sid/Smellyfur|Smelly Fur]]|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:The Adventures of Sid]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sid/Go_look_for_some_fun</id>
		<title>Sid/Go look for some fun</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T21:58:50Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You slouch over to your house, a smelly old cave. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The '''Shiny Fur Enhancer''' is shut in a cabinet. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What now?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Be bored|Get bored instead]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Get Crowbar|Get a crowbar]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:The Adventures of Sid]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=[[Sid/Smellyfur|Smelly Fur]]|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}[[Sid/Punchopen|Punch cabinet open]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Sid/Go_look_for_some_fun</id>
		<title>Sid/Go look for some fun</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T21:58:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You slouch over to your house, a smelly old cave. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The '''Shiny Fur Enhancer''' is shut in a cabinet. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What now?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Be bored|Get bored instead]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Sid/Get Crowbar|Get a crowbar]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:The Adventures of Sid]]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=[[Sid/Smellyfur|Smelly Fur]]|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1}}[[Sid/Punchopen|Punch cabinet open]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/User:Roaringjohn</id>
		<title>User:Roaringjohn</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T21:34:57Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hello, I am basically a grammar Nazi, so I would basically hate any spelling or grammar errors, and I would see most of those errors on pages that have them. Besides that info, I just surf the web, occasionally forgetting websites as I look around the internet.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Take_the_crowbar</id>
		<title>Take the crowbar</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-05T20:57:25Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You take the crowbar, leaving Trent with the metal bat and Jon with the big steak knife. It feels pretty heavy, but not to much for you to handle. It has a sharp curved edge that could definitely do some damage. Trent opens your window and Jon stands at the doorway, watching out for any zombies breaking in. All three of you stand there in awkward silence, listening to the roars and moans of the deadly mutants outside. You still cannot believe that this is actually happening. You don't ''want'' to believe this is really happening. You begin to think of your parents in Oregon, who live with each other on a lonely hill, and your brother in Nevada, who lives on an army base and works as a colonel. Would they be okay? Or, a better question, would you? Suddenly, as you're lost in thought thinking about this, Jon yells, &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They're breaking through!&amp;quot; and Trent climbs out the window of your bedroom. You follow him onto your roof, while Jon shuts the door and climbs out behind you. Once on the roof, he shuts the window as an added precaution. The three of you stand on the roof, looking down at the small horde of zombies flooding into your home. Silently, you watch as Trent creeps onto the top of the awning right above the front door. Then, making sure the last of the zombies are inside the house, he clambers down onto the ground on his own. He  always was better at climbing trees and such ever since you two were little kids. You admire how sneakily he walks to your SUV. You toss him the car keys and he gets inside. Once in the car, he starts the engine and drives it in front of the door, blocking any zombies from getting out. He gets out of the car and begins helping you down, and then you help Jon down. Once the three of you are safely on the ground, you take position as driver and get in your car. Jon gets in back and Trent climbs into the passenger seat. Then, before pulling out of the doorway, you take one final look at the zombies banging their head and fists against the hood of your car. You then back away from the house and drive off into the deeper parts of your city. You drive around for a bit until the trail of zombies following you from the house disperse, allowing you to drive freely around the city. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where will you go:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The police department]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Walmart]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Your girlfriend's place]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: The Undead]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Brunette_Babe</id>
		<title>Brunette Babe</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T23:58:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You look at the brunette babe with an &amp;quot;uncaring&amp;quot; glance and she smiles. You nod at her and walk up to her row. You sit down next to her and introduce yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi, I'm Jack,&amp;quot; you say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kate,&amp;quot; she replies. &amp;quot;Where are you from?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm from... Arizona,&amp;quot; you reply.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Cool, I'm from Ohio.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Awesome.&amp;quot;  You nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Can I have your e-mail address?&amp;quot; she asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; you reply and write it down. She pulls out her laptop and the class begins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All is going well. 15 minutes into the one-hour class, you get an e-mail from Kate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It reads:&lt;br /&gt;
''Hey Jack. I know we just meet 15 minutes ago, but do you want to grab a coffee after class?''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You give her arm a nudge and mouth the word YES. She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After class, Mataki storms down to you and Kate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Jack.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Mataki. Mataki, this is Kate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey.&amp;quot;  He nods at Kate. &amp;quot;So, Jack, let's go check out the arcade downtown.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry, Mataki, me and Kate are going to Starbucks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, it's cool. See you on the flip side.&amp;quot;  He runs off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Walk to Starbucks]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=100|Height=6 feet|Weight=195 lbs|Gender=Male|Equipment=Laptop}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Get_ready</id>
		<title>Get ready</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T23:55:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your first class is at 10am. Josh, Dan, and Mataki are also just getting up. You hop into one of the two showers and turn on the hot water. You make sure to get extra clean for your first day. You carefully brush, floss, and rinse your teeth. Slap on some TAG, get dressed in casual clothes and you grab your laptop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're all ready by 8:45am. You sit on your bed for 15 minutes. By that time. Mataki and Josh are ready. Finally, Dan finishes combing his hair, and you guys trek down to the cafeteria for some breakfast. It isn't a long walk, so you get there by 9:10am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A half hour later, you've stuffed yourself with pancakes, hash browns, and orange juice. You grab your laptop and head off to your first class of the day... English Literature.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You survey the relatively empty room. There's a cute brunette sitting in the middle of the room, a hot blonde sitting in the second to front row, and Mataki is sitting in the back row.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where do you sit---&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Brunette Babe]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Blondes Have More Fun]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Bros Before Hoes---Mataki]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=100|Height=6 feet|Weight=195 lbs|Gender=Male|Equipment=Laptop}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Fuck_her_hard.</id>
		<title>Fuck her hard.</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T23:34:22Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You find, amusingly, that there is a flap in her costume convenient for fucking either her ass or her pussy. You open the flap and see her wet, bald slit, then place the head of your dick there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gripping her hips tightly, you gently push into the hot chick, deciding this was all very worth the trouble. You're not sure what just happened with the stuff you just drank, how this hot girl could lactate anything other than milk, but those thoughts leave your mind as you press in, pushing deep inside her tight, wet cunt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You aren't worried about hurting her, so you started to thrust your cock in and out of her, shoving it faster and faster so that your thighs slap against her ass.  The pressure in the girl's pussy is amazing, muscles squeezing and choking your cock.  The blonde moans with each thrust, clearly enjoying the sensations of being fucked as much as you are enjoying fucking her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rocking her hips back into you, she reciprocates your movements, moaning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Faster, stud!&amp;quot; she screams as you slam your cock in and out of her pussy at an amazing rate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the world washes away as your balls clench, and your cock shoots a load of hot cum inside her.  At exactly that moment, the girl's pussy grabs onto your cock so hard that for a moment you are actually frightened.  Your back arches and you shoot more cum inside her.  The sensation of being held becomes pleasurable, and then her pussy starts to throb, almost as if she was milking your cock, drawing all the cum from your shaft into her body.  She screams with each throb of your cock and her cunt, crying out as she falls forward.  You are unable to remain upright, and you fall on top of her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you pull out, your cum runs out onto the bed. You admire your handiwork for several seconds, eyes drawn to the sweat glistening on the dominatrix's slender frame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Take her in the pussy.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Take her in the ass again.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=25|Height=5' 9'' feet|Weight=179 lbs|Gender=Male|Equipment=Nothing}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Kiss_back.</id>
		<title>Kiss back.</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T23:13:14Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You kiss her back, pressing into her lips and invading her mouth with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squirms, delighted, her hands groping your erection tightly. She jerks it a little, but decides to sit on your lap instead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Isn't this nice?&amp;quot; she says kissing you again. &amp;quot;Say it's nice,&amp;quot; she whispers into your ear. &amp;quot;And say you want to do more. Say you'll be my pet, and I can guarantee you'll get exactly what you want.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Say those things.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Kiss the girl on the lips.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Kiss her on the neck..]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try and get her on the bed, and on top of her.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=95|Height=6 feet|Weight=195 lbs|Gender=Male|Equipment=Nothing}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/%22I%27ll_stay_behind._I%27ve_got_to_unpack.%22</id>
		<title>&quot;I'll stay behind. I've got to unpack.&quot;</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T23:00:50Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You unpack everything and find $200 and a laptop in your bag. You put the $200 in the safe under your desk. By the time you've finished, it's 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you do now?---&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Check out the girls' dorms]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wait in your room until the guys return.]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{UnivStatus|Health=100|Height=6 feet|Weight=195 lbs|Gender=Male|Equipment=Nothing}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: University Daze]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Training_area_behind_the_camp</id>
		<title>Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Training area behind the camp</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T21:17:17Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;As you follow Scar to the training camp, your mind wanders to the events from yesterday. You ended up losing your virginity to this man, but you have no regrets about it. The memory causes your cheeks to go bright red and you look down at your feet for the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you arrive at the training camp, two older girls walk up to you. &amp;quot;So, this is the new girl eh?&amp;quot; one of them asks. &amp;quot;I get the feeling you two have gotten really close already.&amp;quot; The other girl adds, causing your cheeks to glow bright red. Scar sighs and tells them to mind their own business. They giggle but don't pry further.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, will she be training with us then?&amp;quot; The first girl asks after recovering from her giggling fit. Scar answers sternly &amp;quot;No, I'll be training her personally&amp;quot;. The other girl makes a comment that sounds like 'As a Gladiator or your concubine?', but gets cut off by Scar's glare before she gets halfway. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scar turns to you &amp;quot;I have some things to take care of first, so feel free to mingle with the other girls for now. I'll be back soon to start your training.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, he leaves you alone. The girls turn to you and introduce themselves as Sam and Jessica. They look over the girls' gladiator training. You'll be trained by Scar though so they tell you to do whatever you want 'till he gets back and continue with their duties. After embarrassing you some more with remarks about how you and Scar make such a nice couple.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's a few girls doing sparring matches and you see others doing weird exercises in the back. You still feel sore from the rough treatment yesterday, but for some reason the bruises make you feel energetic. You want to make Scar proud by becoming a good gladiator. Maybe he'll give you some more bruises.. You shudder in excitement at the thought and get some weird looks from the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Watch the girls' training|Watch the girls' training]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Look for a sparring partner|Look for a sparring partner]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Join the girls doing weird exercises|Join the girls doing weird exercises]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Princess Status|Equipment=''Gladiator's Outfit, Dual Scimitars''|Health=60|Stamina=100|Mood=Excited|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>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>User talk:Roaringjohn</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T20:57:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;Blanked the page&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/User_talk:Roaringjohn</id>
		<title>User talk:Roaringjohn</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T20:56:25Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;Created page with '{{TOC Left}}'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{TOC Left}}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>User:Roaringjohn</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T20:47:22Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Hello, I am basically a grammar/spelling Nazi, so I would basically hate any spelling or grammar errors, and I would see most of those errors on pages that have them. Besides tha…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hello, I am basically a grammar/spelling Nazi, so I would basically hate any spelling or grammar errors, and I would see most of those errors on pages that have them. Besides that info, I just surf the web, occasionally forgetting websites as I look around the internet.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Wake_up_to_a_delicious_smell</id>
		<title>Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Wake up to a delicious smell</title>
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				<updated>2013-04-03T20:38:11Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Roaringjohn:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You wake up to a soft, silky feeling. You're lying on a soft mattress and comfortably covered with a silken blanket, it feels amazingly soft and cool in this hot weather. You snuggle up in your soft pillow for a while, then you notice a delicious smell and you get up sniffing the air. Someone opens the tent and peeks inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I thought I heard something, so the princess has finally woken up hmm?&amp;quot; Scar says playfully. You smile at his intended joke since he doesn't have a clue you're an actual princess. Then the realization of what happened last night hits you, you've given your virginity to this man and ignored your father's wishes. An icy hand grips your heart as you know you'll never be able to go back now. You sigh, you were going to leave to get married anyway and if you really think about it.. You haven't seen your father in person for several years and your mother died when you were young. While you don't feel good about letting them down, you realize you won't really miss anyone except for maybe your maids. This man whose name you still don't know is already more important to you than your family ever was.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scar pulls you out of your thoughts by stroking your hair and lifting your chin with his fingers. &amp;quot;You alright?&amp;quot; he asks looking a little guilty. You look down and rub your belly, it feels like someone hit you in the stomach with a sledgehammer yesterday, You feel a little faint and your muscles are sore. Not to mention all of the bruises from his rough treatment yesterday. Remembering how you got them instantly makes them feel a lot better however and you feel like the pain is totally worth it. A blush rises to your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Tell him you're fine|Tell him you're fine (lie)]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Start crying and tell him it hurts|Start crying and tell him it hurts (truth)]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Mia/Gladiator/Scar/Tell him not to worry about it|Tell him not to worry about it, even though it hurts, you don't regret it at all]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Princess Status|Equipment=''Naked''|Health=40|Stamina=50|Mood=Satisfied|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>Roaringjohn</name></author>	</entry>

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