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			<title>TELL THE NURSE YOU'RE VISITING SOMEONE</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/TELL_THE_NURSE_YOU%27RE_VISITING_SOMEONE</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;ElWongo2:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The only thing you can think of is to quickly blurt out that you're here to visit a dear friend in the terminal ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That's nice,&amp;quot; she says sleepily. You can see her stifle a yawn. The very thought of depressing, lonely visits to the hostpital seems to have bored her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then... I suppose I won't stop you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's fairly obvious that she's watching you, noting your damaged clothing and ruddy demeanor. After a few awkward seconds, a look of terror appears on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm - afraid that I'll.. need to ask you to leave,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;Now.&amp;quot; The nurse draws closer. You can see her reaching for a syringe in her coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously make to leave, and are nearly successful - until she stops you, grabbing at your arm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squirts the syringe into the air, emptying it entirely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, my. It appears that the shot I meant to give you missed. I'll just have to report that I was unable to stop you,&amp;quot; she says in a monotonic, ablative voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She pushes you out on your way. You notice a small card tucked into your shirt. Before you can ask her what it is, she seems to have gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:43:42 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>ElWongo2</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:TELL_THE_NURSE_YOU%27RE_VISITING_SOMEONE</comments>		</item>
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			<title>ADMIT THAT YOU'RE A PATIENT</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/ADMIT_THAT_YOU%27RE_A_PATIENT</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;ElWongo2:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;That's nice,&amp;quot; she says sleepily. You can see her stifle a yawn. The very thought of depressing, lonely visits to the hostpital seems to have bored her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then... I suppose I won't stop you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's fairly obvious that she's watching you, noting your damaged clothing and ruddy demeanor. After a few awkward seconds, a look of terror appears on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm - afraid that I'll.. need to ask you to leave,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;Now.&amp;quot; The nurse draws closer. You can see her reaching for a syringe in her coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously make to leave, and are nearly successful - until she stops you, grabbing at your arm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squirts the syringe into the air, emptying it entirely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, my. It appears that the shot I meant to give you missed. I'll just have to report that I was unable to stop you,&amp;quot; she says in a monotonic, ablative voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She pushes you out on your way. You notice a small card tucked into your shirt. Before you can ask her what it is, she seems to have gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:43:14 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>ElWongo2</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:ADMIT_THAT_YOU%27RE_A_PATIENT</comments>		</item>
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			<title>ADMIT THAT YOU'RE A PATIENT</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/ADMIT_THAT_YOU%27RE_A_PATIENT</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;ElWongo2:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;That's nice,&amp;quot; she says sleepily. You can see her stifle a yawn. The very thought of depressing, lonely visits to the hostpital seems to have bored her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then... I suppose I won't stop you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's fairly obvious that she's watching you, noting your damaged clothing and ruddy demeanor. After a few awkward seconds, a look of terror appears on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm - afraid that I'll.. need to ask you to leave,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;Now.&amp;quot; The nurse draws closer. You can see her reaching for a syringe in her coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously make to leave, and are nearly successful - until she stops you, grabbing at your arm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squirts the syringe into the air, emptying it entirely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, my. It appears that the shot I meant to give you missed. I'll just have to report that I was unable to stop you,&amp;quot; she says in a monotonic, ablative voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She pushes you out on your way. You notice a small card tucked into your shirt. Before you can ask her what it is, she seems to have gone.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:41:20 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>ElWongo2</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:ADMIT_THAT_YOU%27RE_A_PATIENT</comments>		</item>
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			<title>TELL THE NURSE YOU'RE VISITING SOMEONE</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/TELL_THE_NURSE_YOU%27RE_VISITING_SOMEONE</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;ElWongo2:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The only thing you can think of is to quickly blurt out that you're here to visit a dear friend in the terminal ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That's nice,&amp;quot; she says sleepily. You can see her stifle a yawn. The very thought of depressing, lonely visits to the hostpital seems to have bored her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then... I suppose I won't stop you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's fairly obvious that she's watching you, noting your damaged clothing and ruddy demeanor. After a few awkward seconds, a look of terror appears on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm - afraid that I'll.. need to ask you to leave,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;Now.&amp;quot; The nurse draws closer. You can see her reaching for a syringe in her coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously make to leave, and are nearly successful - until she stops you, grabbing at your arm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squirts the syringe into the air, emptying it entirely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, my. It appears that the shot I meant to give you missed. I'll just have to report that I was unable to stop you,&amp;quot; she says in a monotonic, ablative voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She pushes you out on your way. You notice a small card tucked into your shirt. Before you can ask her what it is, she seems to have gone.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:41:01 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>ElWongo2</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:TELL_THE_NURSE_YOU%27RE_VISITING_SOMEONE</comments>		</item>
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			<title>TRY TO ESCAPE</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/TRY_TO_ESCAPE</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;ElWongo2:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You quickly dress, then slip out under the curtain.  Let it look as if you're still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can hear the doctor's voice nearby, but you can't make out the words.  You creep along the wall until you find a door.  You escape out into an antiseptic hallway.  You turn to run and very nearly collide with a  black-haired nurse pushing a cart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh!&amp;quot; she says.  &amp;quot;Watch your step, please.  Are you a patient or a visitor?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[SAY NOTHING, JUST RUN]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[TELL THE NURSE YOU'RE VISITING SOMEONE]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[ADMIT THAT YOU'RE A PATIENT]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{AmnesiaStatus|Health=100|MP=0|Level=1|Equipment=Nothing but your clothes}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Amnesia]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:35:57 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>ElWongo2</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:TRY_TO_ESCAPE</comments>		</item>
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