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			<title>Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;(Before changing the story, read the category page)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard to raise in their home and are too old. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you see a pool of water. Looking into it, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[John Findel, a young Elven adult of fine knowledge, but little physical build]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Kriish Thlick, a fine, muscular desert lizard who makes even the humans swoon, but cannot even write]]&lt;br /&gt;
Or perhaps you see...&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hannah Thlinn, a woman of beautiful looks, but strange motivation]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hillary Villger, a smart woman of the southern tribes]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Hkksrr, a member of the cat race, and while superior in looks, is confused by the need of knowledge]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:Fantasy Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 20:50:35 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Category:Fantasy Tales</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Category:Fantasy_Tales</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;This page is a homeplate for tales of medieval fantasy. You can add your own stories if you wish, but DO NOT change someone else's work if they say not to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale]]&lt;br /&gt;
This one is the original story. Only change if you have a good knowledge on fantasy basis and grammer. Make the story make sence, and make sure you understand what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 16:26:32 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Category_talk:Fantasy_Tales</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Conjur Gold (0 gold).</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Conjur_Gold_(0_gold).</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The Mage kindly takes your gold, conjures the same amount, and gives it to you. As it dissipates, he smiles and hands you back your gold.&lt;br /&gt;
Press the back button.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=''[[Vorpal Blade]], [[Golden Plate Armor]],[[ Gauntlets of Vengance]], [[Crusader Spell Book]], 45 Gold''|Health=180|MP=20|Level=10}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Crusader]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 02:22:51 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Conjur_Gold_(0_gold).</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Liberty City</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Liberty_City</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;CORRECT! Yeah, Ballad of Gay Tony was on the DS and sucked balls. Much like Gay Tony would. (Note: It's really an expansion. You need to get your facts straight.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On Which system was the first Indiana Jones game?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A. Sega Genesis]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[B. Super Nintendo]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[C. Atari]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:The video game quiz 2]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 02:09:46 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Liberty_City</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Use the kitchen knife you grabbed from the kitchen to cut loose his produce</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Use_the_kitchen_knife_you_grabbed_from_the_kitchen_to_cut_loose_his_produce</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You deftly step behind his wagon, lift your knife, and slash off one of the ropes holding his carrots. You know about a bump up the road, so instead of throwing off the produce and getting caught, you leap into an alleyway. No one saw you, which brings little relief compared to the good feeling of cutting the rope and knowing the man will find misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your Purity has decreased three points.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Across the alley you're in is your house, and around you is the large city of Brandorsen.The bricks and stone of the area are gray. You are set up with some options:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Explore the city; you only know the path to the market, and it isn't much]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Head towards the gate; you can see it down the road, and for the most part, the rest of the city looks bland]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Enter the nearby door; you think it's the pub]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Kitchen Knife, Cheap Clothes, Travel Bag|Health=Normal|MP=-3|Level=16}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:Fantasy Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 01:54:04 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Use_the_kitchen_knife_you_grabbed_from_the_kitchen_to_cut_loose_his_produce</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Daniel_Gorrin,_a_young_man_of_good_build_but_questionable_intentions</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You see your dashing blue eyes, your scraggly brown hare, and rueful smile of slightly yellow teeth (oral hygiene isn't too big in the city of Brandorsen). Before you can see more, a cart passes by, splashing the water. A few flecks of liquid hit you, and aggravation wells up inside of you. The man on the cart is old, and has scraggly gray hair. He has a loose tunic, is riding a small cargo wagon with produce in the back, and has a small horse of yellowish color. He apologizes briefly, saying, &amp;quot;Whoah, there, youngin! Er, watch where ya be on the road, ya hear?&amp;quot; He looks away, and you find a dirty thought entering your mind, but want to think better of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Use the kitchen knife you grabbed from the kitchen to cut loose his produce]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Insult him for so rudely splashing you]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore it; it was an honest mistake, and was more over your fault]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Note: Eventually, more drastic choices will present themselves, but you are too pure as of yet. MP is purity, Level is age.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Kitchen Knife, Cheap Clothes, Travel Bag|Health=Normal|MP=0|Level=16}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:Fantasy Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 01:46:17 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Daniel_Gorrin,_a_young_man_of_good_build_but_questionable_intentions</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Daniel_Gorrin,_a_young_man_of_good_build_but_questionable_intentions</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You see your dashing blue eyes, your scraggly brown hare, and rueful smile of slightly yellow teeth (oral hygiene isn't too big in the city of Brandorsen). Before you can see more, a cart passes by, splashing the water. A few flecks of liquid hit you, and aggravation wells up inside of you. The man on the cart is old, and has scraggly gray hair. He has a loose tunic, is riding a small cargo wagon with produce in the back, and has a small horse of yellowish color. He apologizes briefly, saying, &amp;quot;Whoah, there, youngin! Er, watch where ya be on the road, ya hear?&amp;quot; He looks away, and you find a dirty thought entering your mind, but want to think better of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Use the kitchen knife you grabbed from the kitchen to cut loose his produce]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Insult him for so rudely splashing you]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore it; it was an honest mistake, and was more over your fault]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Note: Eventually, more drastic choices will present themselves, but you are too pure as of yet. MP is purity, Level is age.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Kitchen Knife, Cheap Clothes, Travel Bag|Health=Normal|MP=Average|Level=16}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:Fantasy Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 01:44:22 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Daniel_Gorrin,_a_young_man_of_good_build_but_questionable_intentions</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Category:Fantasy Tales</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Category:Fantasy_Tales</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;Created page with 'This page is a homeplate for tales of medieval fantasy. You can add your own stories if you wish, but DO NOT change someone else's work if they say not to.  *[[Of Elven Ruin; a F…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;This page is a homeplate for tales of medieval fantasy. You can add your own stories if you wish, but DO NOT change someone else's work if they say not to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale]]&lt;br /&gt;
This one is the original. DO NOT CHANGE. I will update frequently.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 01:08:12 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Category_talk:Fantasy_Tales</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard to raise in their home and are too old. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you see a pool of water. Looking into it, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[John Findel, a young Elven adult of fine knowledge, but little physical build]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Kriish Thlick, a fine, muscular desert lizard who makes even the humans swoon, but cannot even write]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(I will add female characters later when I have the time)&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:Fantasy Tales]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 01:00:04 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Use the kitchen knife you grabbed from the kitchen to cut loose his produce</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Use_the_kitchen_knife_you_grabbed_from_the_kitchen_to_cut_loose_his_produce</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You deftly step behind his wagon, lift your knife, and slash off one of the ropes holding his carrots. You know about a bump up the road, so instead of throwing off the produce and getting caught, you leap into an alleyway. No one saw you, which brings little relief compared to the good feeling of cutting the rope and knowing the man will find misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your Purity has decreased three points.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Across the alley you're in is your house, and around you is the large city of Brandorsen.The bricks and stone of the area are gray. You are set up with some options:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Explore the city; you only know the path to the market, and it isn't much]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Head towards the gate; you can see it down the road, and for the most part, the rest of the city looks bland]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Enter the nearby door; you think it's the pub]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[category:Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 00:21:03 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Use_the_kitchen_knife_you_grabbed_from_the_kitchen_to_cut_loose_his_produce</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Use the kitchen knife you grabbed from the kitchen to cut loose his produce</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Use_the_kitchen_knife_you_grabbed_from_the_kitchen_to_cut_loose_his_produce</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You deftly step behind his wagon, lift your knife, and slash off one of the ropes holding his carrots. You know about a bump up the road, so instead of throwing off the produce a…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You deftly step behind his wagon, lift your knife, and slash off one of the ropes holding his carrots. You know about a bump up the road, so instead of throwing off the produce and getting caught, you leap into an alleyway. No one saw you, which brings little relief compared to the good feeling of cutting the rope and knowing the man will find misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your Purity has decreased three points.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Across the alley you're in is your house, and around you is the large city of&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 23:27:41 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Use_the_kitchen_knife_you_grabbed_from_the_kitchen_to_cut_loose_his_produce</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Daniel_Gorrin,_a_young_man_of_good_build_but_questionable_intentions</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You see your dashing blue eyes, your scraggly brown hare, and rueful smile of slightly yellow teeth (oral hygiene isn't too big in the city of Brandorsen). Before you can see mor…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You see your dashing blue eyes, your scraggly brown hare, and rueful smile of slightly yellow teeth (oral hygiene isn't too big in the city of Brandorsen). Before you can see more, a cart passes by, splashing the water. A few flecks of liquid hit you, and aggravation wells up inside of you. The man on the cart is old, and has scraggly gray hair. He has a loose tunic, is riding a small cargo wagon with produce in the back, and has a small horse of yellowish color. He apologizes briefly, saying, &amp;quot;Whoah, there, youngin! Er, watch where ya be on the road, ya hear?&amp;quot; He looks away, and you find a dirty thought entering your mind, but want to think better of it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Use the kitchen knife you grabbed from the kitchen to cut loose his produce]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Insult him for so rudely splashing you]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore it; it was an honest mistake, and was more over your fault]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Note: Eventually, more drastic choices will present themselves, but you are too pure as of yet. MP is purity, Level is age.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Kitchen Knife, Cheap Clothes, Travel Bag|Health=Noraml|MP=Average|Level=16}}&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 23:06:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Daniel_Gorrin,_a_young_man_of_good_build_but_questionable_intentions</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard to raise in their home and are too old. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you see a pool of water. Looking into it, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[John Findel, a young Elven adult of fine knowledge, but little physical build]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Kriish Thlick, a fine, muscular desert lizard who makes even the humans swoon, but cannot even write]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(I will add female characters later when I have the time)&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:38:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you see a pool of water. Looking into it, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable intentions]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[John Findel, a young Elven adult of fine knowledge, but little physical build]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Kriish Thlick, a fine, muscular desert lizard who makes even the humans swoon, but cannot even write]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:37:02 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you see a pool of water. Looking into it, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale/Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable nature]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale/John Findel, a young Elven adult of fine knowledge, but little physical build]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale/Kriish Thlick, a fine, muscular desert lizard who makes even the humans swoon, but cannot even write]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:34:57 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You are in front of your home. Your parents are inside, and have just kicked you out, telling you that you're too hard. You're merely wandering about, mainly stumbling, when you see a pool of water. Looking into it, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*([Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale/Daniel Gorrin, a young man of good build but questionable nature])&lt;br /&gt;
*([Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale/John Findel, a young Elven adult of fine knowledge, but little physical build])&lt;br /&gt;
*([Of Elven Ruin; a Fantasy Tale/Kriish Thlick, a fine, muscular desert lizard who makes even the humans swoon, but cannot even write])&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:34:06 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Of_Elven_Ruin;_a_Fantasy_Tale</comments>		</item>
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			<title>DARKNESS</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/DARKNESS</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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You wake up. You feel oddly cold for someone living in Florida during the summertime. It's dark in your room. You check the light switch. Nothing. Okay, this is really starting to scare the soup out of you. You check the door knob. Okay, this is ''really'' scaring the soup out of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Try to find a way to turn the light on]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Screw the light. Try to break the door down.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Darkness|*]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{DarknessStatus|Lights=|Heat=|Stuff=}}&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 02:45:01 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:DARKNESS</comments>		</item>
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			<title>DARKNESS</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/DARKNESS</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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You wake up. You feel oddly cold for someone living in Florida during the summertime. It's dark in your room. You check the light switch. Nothing. Okay, this is really starting to scare the soup out of you. You check the door knob. Okay, this is ''really'' scaring the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Try to find a way to turn the light on]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Screw the light. Try to break the door down.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Darkness|*]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{DarknessStatus|Lights=|Heat=|Stuff=}}&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 02:44:34 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:DARKNESS</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Talk to the creature in the throne.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk_to_the_creature_in_the_throne.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Castlecruncher:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The thing on the throne suddenly morphs down. It becomes the form of a child, who, with a shocked look, whispers, &amp;quot;You have saved me from those beasts! How could I ever thank you?&amp;quot; It seemed to be female, but you have a hunch that it's an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
            (Put in input)&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Status|Equipment=''[[Vorpal Blade]], [[Golden Plate Armor]],[[ Gauntlets of Vengance]], [[Crusader Spell Book]]''|Health=0|MP=20|Level=10}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Crusader]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 02:42:09 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Castlecruncher</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Talk_to_the_creature_in_the_throne.</comments>		</item>
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