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			<title>Stop him, Willow has had enough</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Stop_him,_Willow_has_had_enough</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Kowalski!&amp;quot; You shout, catching the other servants off guard. &amp;quot;Get back from her.&amp;quot; Though he grumbles, Kowalski backs away from her.  You take a moment to look at Willow. Tears c…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Kowalski!&amp;quot; You shout, catching the other servants off guard. &amp;quot;Get back from her.&amp;quot; Though he grumbles, Kowalski backs away from her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You take a moment to look at Willow. Tears cascade down her cheeks, as you look at her back. The bandages cover her injuries, a huge red stain showing through the cloth. Looking to Nadya, you gesture her over. She walks up to you, while Kowalski walks over to Dasha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Will she recover?&amp;quot; You ask, as Willow kneels before you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Da, but she will have scars.&amp;quot; Nadya answered, causing Willow to tense up. Slaves were usually given away if their owners found them 'disturbing'.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then make sure she heals.&amp;quot; You say, placing a hand atop Willow's head. &amp;quot;We can cover her scars.&amp;quot; Willow looks up to you, a sad smile behind her tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, you and Kowalski leave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
---The next day---&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You receive a message from Emperor William. His son and war advisor are to be arriving within the next three days. Dasha, one of the slaves taking care of Willow, arrives with news. Dasha is in her late teens, and was given to your father by a peasant to pay his rent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She's recovering fast.&amp;quot; Dasha said, pleased with herself. &amp;quot;She should be back in a few days my lord.&amp;quot; She bowed, allowing you to look down the front of her dress. You don't even need to, her tits are so large. They easily dwarf Willow in terms of size. She was brought her as a wet nurse, trained to feed any children you might have.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You feel yourself stiffen. Being without Willow has left you without 'comfort'. Looking at Dasha, you wonder how she'd be. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Have her 'serve' you for the night?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Decide to wait?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Slaves Life]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2016 10:34:55 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Stop_him,_Willow_has_had_enough</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Eagle Academy/Female</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eagle_Academy/Female</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You use your phone to make sure you're presentable, making sure your (hair color) hair isn't messed up. Passing your check, you go get a your map and dorm number from housing. While walking to building eight, you run into someone, dropping your map and tote bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Verdammt, sorry.&amp;quot; You here a guy say, with a nice German accent. You have your map, while whoever bumped into you has your bag. You stand up to take a good look at who you ran into.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He is a tall guy, possibly 6' tall. He has a feldgrau t-shirt with 'US Navy Seal' on it, jeans, and some khaki boots. His blonde hair is cut short on the sides and back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you a first year?&amp;quot; You ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. I'm Panzer Schmidt. May I ask your name?&amp;quot; He says giving you your bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (insert female first name here), (first name) (last name).&amp;quot; You say, accepting your bag. After you grab it, two people walk up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One is a girl in a deep blue hoodie. She also had jean shorts, converse sneakers, and an orange and yellow hat over her deep blue hair. The other person is a guy. He stands at 5' 6&amp;quot;, very short compared to Panzer. He wears a red shirt sleeve jacket, a black t-shirt, and black jeans. His hair is a deep red, even though his eyebrows are pitch black. In fact, his eyebrows are huge! While Panzer and the other girl seem occupied with making out, the guy notices you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Panzer, who's this girl?&amp;quot; He asks, a faint Midwestern accent in his voice. Panzer takes a break, and looks over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, yeah. Ron, this is (first name). (First name), this is my friend Ron Johnson and my girlfriend Willow.&amp;quot; He says, pointing to each person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot; Willow says, a bit nervous. You detect a slight Irish accent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, who's your roommate?&amp;quot; Ron asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look down at your dorm number. Below that is your name. Next to your name is...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Willow Cole. You're sure you'll be seeing a lot of Panzer, maybe more than you want.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Matilda Kuznetsov. You have a good feeling about this.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Silvia Franco. You have an odd feeling about her.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Poppy Miles. She sounds nice.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ruby Johnson. Must be related to Ron.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Dahlia Khatri]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Stella DuPont]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Gale Evans]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Suitcase, tote bag, map, cell phone&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2016 10:44:00 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Eagle_Academy/Female</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Poppy Miles. She sounds nice.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Poppy_Miles._She_sounds_nice.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;It's a girl named Poppy Miles. You guys know her?&amp;quot; You ask. Ron shakes his head.  &amp;quot;Me and Panzer know her.&amp;quot; Willow says, looking down to see her roommate.  &amp;quot;Yeah, she's a little…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;It's a girl named Poppy Miles. You guys know her?&amp;quot; You ask. Ron shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Me and Panzer know her.&amp;quot; Willow says, looking down to see her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, she's a little loud, but she's nice.&amp;quot; Panzer remarks. &amp;quot;Since you and Willow are next to each other, want me to help with your bags?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; You say, though, you think Willow's looking at you sternly. Panzer must have noticed, as he quickly asks Willow if she wants him to carry her bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, thank you.&amp;quot; She says, handing her backpack over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The three of you make your way to the building. When you get there, you see that there is a girl already at the door. She has her blonde hair tied into a ponytail that goes just below her neck, and a few bangs above her bright green eyes. She has jean shorts, black sandals, and a canary yellow tank top. You see that her chest is somewhat bigger than Willow's. Just as she catches sight of your group, her face breaks into a big smile, and she runs over to hug Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow, it's great to see ya!&amp;quot; She says, in a New England accent, hugging Willow in such a way that their breasts squish together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay Poppy, you can let go.&amp;quot; Willow says, aware of how they looked. The girl, Poppy, complied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, whose the cute girl?&amp;quot; Poppy asks, looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name), your roommate.&amp;quot; You say, a bit confused at how she's looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really? Great!&amp;quot; She says, pulling you into a tight hug, her breasts pressing against yours. &amp;quot;So, you have a boy or girl in your life?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot; You respond, a bit uncomfortable with your roommate. You wonder why she brought that up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Poppy, I don't think she's comfortable with you hugging her for now.&amp;quot; You hear Panzer say, then take a deep breath when Poppy lets you go. After getting your bags from Panzer, you and Poppy enter your dorm. Before entering, Willow, unnoticed by Panzer, gives you an 'I'm watching you' gesture. You give a confused look, then enter your room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see a bunk bed, a desk and chair, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags near the desk, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a glass shower, a sink, and a mirror. Poppy has already placed her toothbrush on the sink, and placed a pale yellow throw pillow on the top bunk, claiming it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, are you dating anyone?&amp;quot; You ask Poppy, who's sitting on the top bunk with her legs dangling off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, I'm not 'dating' per se.&amp;quot; She replies, pulling off her tank top to reveal a black bra with a knot on the front. &amp;quot;But I have a 'friend with benefits', so to speak. The friend is dating someone who's okay with the whole thing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While you think about pressing on, an announcement comes on for first and second year lunch. Poppy puts her top on, and climbs down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Poppy/Lunch together|The two of you go to lunch.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Poppy/Dorm alone|You stay in the dorm.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2016 10:02:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Poppy_Miles._She_sounds_nice.</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Eagle Academy/Female</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eagle_Academy/Female</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You use your phone to make sure you're presentable, making sure your (hair color) hair isn't messed up. Passing your check, you go get a your map and dorm number from housing. While walking to building eight, you run into someone, dropping your map and tote bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Verdammt, sorry.&amp;quot; You here a guy say, with a nice German accent. You have your map, while whoever bumped into you has your bag. You stand up to take a good look at who you ran into.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He is a tall guy, possibly 6' tall. He has a feldgrau t-shirt with 'US Navy Seal' on it, jeans, and some khaki boots. His blonde hair is cut short on the sides and back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you a first year?&amp;quot; You ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. I'm Panzer Schmidt. May I ask your name?&amp;quot; He says giving you your bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (insert female first name here), (first name) (last name).&amp;quot; You say, accepting your bag. After you grab it, two people walk up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One is a girl in a deep blue hoodie. She also had jean shorts, converse sneakers, and an orange and yellow hat over her deep blue hair. The other person is a guy. He stands at 5' 6&amp;quot;, very short compared to Panzer. He wears a red shirt sleeve jacket, a black t-shirt, and black jeans. His hair is a deep red, even though his eyebrows are pitch black. In fact, his eyebrows are huge! While Panzer and the other girl seem occupied with making out, the guy notices you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Panzer, who's this girl?&amp;quot; He asks, a faint Midwestern accent in his voice. Panzer takes a break, and looks over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, yeah. Ron, this is (first name). (First name), this is my friend Ron Johnson and my girlfriend Willow.&amp;quot; He says, pointing to each person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot; Willow says, a bit nervous. You detect a slight Irish accent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, who's your roommate?&amp;quot; Ron asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look down at your dorm number. Below that is your name. Next to your name is...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Willow Cole. You're sure you'll be seeing a lot of Panzer, maybe more than you want.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Matilda Kuznetsov. You have a good feeling about this.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Silvia Franco. You have an odd feeling about her.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Poppy Miles. She sounds nice.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ruby Johnson. Must be related to Ron.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Dahlia Khatri]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Suitcase, tote bag, map, cell phone&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2016 18:55:17 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Eagle_Academy/Female</comments>		</item>
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, we can unpack when we get back.&amp;quot; You say, walking out to the cafeteria (building nine) with Willow next to you. As the two of you walk, you decide to make small talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as the two of you weave through the crowd. Willow put her hoodie on before leaving, hiding her tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We've been going out for ten months. Well, it'll be ten months in October.&amp;quot; She said, as the two of you neared the cafeteria. &amp;quot;He once mentioned doing something special after a year, but I told him I don't want him to worry. He's just, so nice.&amp;quot; With that, you enter the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are long, rectangular tables in the center, in five rows of ten. At the wall left of the door, there are counters serving lunch. Making your way to the line, you and Willow see that they are serving chicken tenders, potato wedges, and some sort of salad. You and Willow get bottled water and soda, respectively, to go with the chicken. Walking around the room for a seat, you eventually get to a table, sitting with Panzer, Willow, and a girl with pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi! I'm Stella, Willow's friend.&amp;quot; She says, shaking your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name), Willow's roommate.&amp;quot; You say, then start eating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, they're having an assembly for first years tomorrow in the auditorium.&amp;quot; Panzer says, a chicken tender in between his index and middle finger. &amp;quot;They're sending our uniforms today, and they want us to wear them tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that our schedules are going to be given out at the assembly.&amp;quot; Stella remarks, taking a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I thought our schedules were mailed before we got here.&amp;quot; You say, in between bites of food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Those are our class lists, this is our weekly schedule.&amp;quot; Panzer explains, taking a drink of soda. &amp;quot;We have two classes a day, one before and one after lunch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That way, we have more time to study.&amp;quot; Willow said, taking a drink of water. After that, the four of you finish lunch and leave the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, (first name), you think tomorrow you might want to come over to hang out at my dorm?&amp;quot; Stella asks you, while Panzer and Willow are kissing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure, sounds good.&amp;quot; You say, Panzer now talking to Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great! See ya tomorrow.&amp;quot; Stella says, walking off. Panzer, having finished talking to Willow, kisses her cheek and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and Willow walk off to your dorm to unpack. Entering the room, you see that some clothes laid out on the desks. Four light grey button up jackets, four dark blue jackets, two black jackets, ten blue plaid skirts, and some blue ties. After checking the tags and dividing the uniforms up, you begin unpacking. After an hour, the two of you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, have you and Panzer, you know...&amp;quot; You start to ask, before becoming nervous. Willow catches on, and doesn't ask you to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I haven't slept with Panzer yet.&amp;quot; She says, taking off her jacket. &amp;quot;But I'm thinking of doing that for our anniversary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What classes are you taking?&amp;quot; You ask, looking over your class list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Painting, math, English, and French.&amp;quot; Willow says, having pulled her class list out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you want to come over to Stella's dorm tomorrow?&amp;quot; You ask, setting up your computer. While you like Stella, having Willow with you would ease tensions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; She says, pulling out a tablet. Looking over her shoulder, you see her lock screen picture is Panzer and her. They are laying on a bed, Willow on his chest, both in only their underwear. She looks around, causing you to look away. You think of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm/Computer|Go on your computer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Make sure you have everything]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Talk with Willow]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, we can unpack when we get back.&amp;quot; You say, walking out to the cafeteria (building nine) with Willow next to you. As the two of you walk, you decide to make small talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as the two of you weave through the crowd. Willow put her hoodie on before leaving, hiding her tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We've been going out for ten months.&amp;quot; She said, as the two of you neared the cafeteria. &amp;quot;He once mentioned doing something special after a year, but I told him I don't want him to worry. He's just, so nice.&amp;quot; With that, you enter the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are long, rectangular tables in the center, in five rows of ten. At the wall left of the door, there are counters serving lunch. Making your way to the line, you and Willow see that they are serving chicken tenders, potato wedges, and some sort of salad. You and Willow get bottled water and soda, respectively, to go with the chicken. Walking around the room for a seat, you eventually get to a table, sitting with Panzer, Willow, and a girl with pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi! I'm Stella, Willow's friend.&amp;quot; She says, shaking your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name), Willow's roommate.&amp;quot; You say, then start eating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, they're having an assembly for first years tomorrow in the auditorium.&amp;quot; Panzer says, a chicken tender in between his index and middle finger. &amp;quot;They're sending our uniforms today, and they want us to wear them tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that our schedules are going to be given out at the assembly.&amp;quot; Stella remarks, taking a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I thought our schedules were mailed before we got here.&amp;quot; You say, in between bites of food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Those are our class lists, this is our weekly schedule.&amp;quot; Panzer explains, taking a drink of soda. &amp;quot;We have two classes a day, one before and one after lunch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That way, we have more time to study.&amp;quot; Willow said, taking a drink of water. After that, the four of you finish lunch and leave the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, (first name), you think tomorrow you might want to come over to hang out at my dorm?&amp;quot; Stella asks you, while Panzer and Willow are kissing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure, sounds good.&amp;quot; You say, Panzer now talking to Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great! See ya tomorrow.&amp;quot; Stella says, walking off. Panzer, having finished talking to Willow, kisses her cheek and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and Willow walk off to your dorm to unpack. Entering the room, you see that some clothes laid out on the desks. Four light grey button up jackets, four dark blue jackets, two black jackets, ten blue plaid skirts, and some blue ties. After checking the tags and dividing the uniforms up, you begin unpacking. After an hour, the two of you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, have you and Panzer, you know...&amp;quot; You start to ask, before becoming nervous. Willow catches on, and doesn't ask you to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I haven't slept with Panzer yet.&amp;quot; She says, taking off her jacket. &amp;quot;But I'm thinking of doing that for our anniversary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What classes are you taking?&amp;quot; You ask, looking over your class list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Painting, math, English, and French.&amp;quot; Willow says, having pulled her class list out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you want to come over to Stella's dorm tomorrow?&amp;quot; You ask, setting up your computer. While you like Stella, having Willow with you would ease tensions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; She says, pulling out a tablet. Looking over her shoulder, you see her lock screen picture is Panzer and her. They are laying on a bed, Willow on his chest, both in only their underwear. She looks around, causing you to look away. You think of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm/Computer|Go on your computer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Make sure you have everything]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Talk with Willow]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Willow Cole&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, we can unpack when we get back.&amp;quot; You say, walking out to the cafeteria (building nine) with Willow next to you. As the two of you walk, you decide to make small talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as the two of you weave through the crowd. Willow put her hoodie on before leaving, hiding her tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We've been going out for ten months.&amp;quot; She said, as the two of you neared the cafeteria. &amp;quot;He once mentioned doing something special after a year, but I told him I don't want him to worry. He's just, so nice.&amp;quot; With that, you enter the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are long, rectangular tables in the center, in five rows of ten. At the wall left of the door, there are counters serving lunch. Making your way to the line, you and Willow see that they are serving chicken tenders, potato wedges, and some sort of salad. You and Willow get bottled water and soda, respectively, to go with the chicken. Walking around the room for a seat, you eventually get to a table, sitting with Panzer, Willow, and a girl with pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi! I'm Stella, Willow's friend.&amp;quot; She says, shaking your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name), Willow's roommate.&amp;quot; You say, then start eating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, they're having an assembly for first years tomorrow in the auditorium.&amp;quot; Panzer says, a chicken tender in between his index and middle finger. &amp;quot;They're sending our uniforms today, and they want us to wear them tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that our schedules are going to be given out at the assembly.&amp;quot; Stella remarks, taking a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I thought our schedules were mailed before we got here.&amp;quot; You say, in between bites of food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Those are our class lists, this is our weekly schedule.&amp;quot; Panzer explains, taking a drink of soda. &amp;quot;We have two classes a day, one before and one after lunch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That way, we have more time to study.&amp;quot; Willow said, taking a drink of water. After that, the four of you finish lunch and leave the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, (first name), you think tomorrow you might want to come over to hang out at my dorm?&amp;quot; Stella asks you, while Panzer and Willow are kissing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure, sounds good.&amp;quot; You say, Panzer now talking to Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great! See ya tomorrow.&amp;quot; Stella says, walking off. Panzer, having finished talking to Willow, kisses her cheek and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and Willow walk off to your dorm to unpack. Entering the room, you see that some clothes laid out on the desks. Four light grey button up jackets, four dark blue jackets, two black jackets, ten blue plaid skirts, and some blue ties. After checking the tags and dividing the uniforms up, you begin unpacking. After an hour, the two of you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, have you and Panzer, you know...&amp;quot; You start to ask, before becoming nervous. Willow catches on, and doesn't ask you to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I haven't slept with Panzer yet.&amp;quot; She says, taking off her jacket. &amp;quot;But I'm thinking of doing that for our anniversary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What classes are you taking?&amp;quot; You ask, looking over your class list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Painting, math, English, and French.&amp;quot; Willow says, having pulled her class list out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you want to come over to Stella's dorm tomorrow?&amp;quot; You ask, setting up your computer. While you like Stella, having Willow with you would ease tensions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; She says, pulling out a tablet. Looking over her shoulder, you see her lock screen picture is Panzer and her. They are laying on a bed, Willow on his chest, both in only their underwear. She looks around, causing you to look away. You think of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm/Computer|Go on your computer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Make sure you have everything]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Talk with Willow]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, we can unpack when we get back.&amp;quot; You say, walking out to the cafeteria (building nine) with Willow next to you. As the two of you walk, you decide to make small talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as the two of you weave through the crowd. Willow put her hoodie on before leaving, hiding her tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We've been going out for ten months.&amp;quot; She said, as the two of you neared the cafeteria. &amp;quot;He once mentioned doing something special after a year, but I told him I don't want him to worry. He's just, so nice.&amp;quot; With that, you enter the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are long, rectangular tables in the center, in five rows of ten. At the wall left of the door, there are counters serving lunch. Making your way to the line, you and Willow see that they are serving chicken tenders, potato wedges, and some sort of salad. You and Willow get bottled water and soda, respectively, to go with the chicken. Walking around the room for a seat, you eventually get to a table, sitting with Panzer, Willow, and a girl with pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi! I'm Stella, Willow's friend.&amp;quot; She says, shaking your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name), Willow's roommate.&amp;quot; You say, then start eating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, they're having an assembly for first years tomorrow in the auditorium.&amp;quot; Panzer says, a chicken tender in between his index and middle finger. &amp;quot;They're sending our uniforms today, and they want us to wear them tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that our schedules are going to be given out at the assembly.&amp;quot; Stella remarks, taking a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I thought our schedules were mailed before we got here.&amp;quot; You say, in between bites of food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Those are our class lists, this is our weekly schedule.&amp;quot; Panzer explains, taking a drink of soda. &amp;quot;We have two classes a day, one before and one after lunch.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That way, we have more time to study.&amp;quot; Willow said, taking a drink of water. After that, the four of you finish lunch and leave the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, (first name), you think tomorrow you might want to come over to hang out at my dorm?&amp;quot; Stella asks you, while Panzer and Willow are kissing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure, sounds good.&amp;quot; You say, Panzer now talking to Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great! See ya tomorrow.&amp;quot; Stella says, walking off. Panzer, having finished talking to Willow, kisses her cheek and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and Willow walk off to your dorm to unpack. Entering the room, you see that some clothes laid out on the desks. Four light grey button up jackets, four dark blue jackets, two black jackets, ten blue plaid skirts, and some blue ties. After checking the tags and dividing the uniforms up, you begin unpacking. After an hour, the two of you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, have you and Panzer, you know...&amp;quot; You start to ask, before becoming nervous. Willow catches on, and doesn't ask you to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I haven't slept with Panzer yet.&amp;quot; She says, taking off her jacket. &amp;quot;But I'm thinking of doing that for our anniversary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What classes are you taking?&amp;quot; You ask, looking over your class list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Painting, math, English, and French.&amp;quot; Willow says, having pulled her class list out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you want to come over to Stella's dorm tomorrow?&amp;quot; You ask, setting up your computer. While you like Stella, having Willow with you would ease tensions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot; She says, pulling out a tablet. Looking over her shoulder, you see her lock screen picture is Panzer and her. They are laying on a bed, Willow on his chest, both in only their underwear. She looks around, causing you to look away. You think of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Go on your computer]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Make sure you have everything]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Talk with Willow]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>A woman with pink hair.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/A_woman_with_pink_hair.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A young woman, possibly in her early twenties, walks into sight, drawn by the young woman's cries for help. She has a pink tank top, gym shorts, and sandals on, with her pink hair cut short. She is breathing deeply, her well endowed chest rising and falling. She rushes over to the native, and begins untying her hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It's alright, I'll get you out.&amp;quot; She says, her fingers working the knot, as you sneak up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Na, na!&amp;quot; The native cries out, just as you get behind the pink haired girl. &amp;quot;Es trap! R-run!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman turns around, only to get knocked unconcious by your club. Ignoring the native's cries, you use the rope you brought to tie her up. You also climb up the tree, and detach the rope holding the native.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With pinky on your shoulder and the native behind you, you leading her with the rope, you make your way to the castle. It is a long journey. By the time you reach the door, pink has woken up, and struggles against her bonds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, you bastard, let me go!&amp;quot; She yells, the door opening to the throne room. Gale sits at the throne, wearing a violet cloak. At each side of her, four guards stand, leering at the women before you. At one side of the room, three females sit. The one with small breasts and a flat butt looks at the decoy you used with pity. The one with a well endowed chest and a curvy butt sneers at the pink haired girl. And the teenaged one with them looks at you and the guards fearfully. Gale clears her throat, getting your attention.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good job, Walker.&amp;quot; She says, blowing a kiss at you. &amp;quot;Any problems during your task?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This native tried to warn her.&amp;quot; You say, bringing said native forward. Gale smirks at the nervous girl, a bit of pee trickling down her legs. She whispers to two of the guards, who grin, and run over to you. Taking the leash, they drag the native in front of Gale. The wig native comes to her side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Milady?&amp;quot; He asks, looking at pink fearfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do your people call this girl?&amp;quot; Gale asks, pointing to the girl before her, in between two guards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She is called 'Sloot', as she mated with one male behind the back of her husband. Husband leave her.&amp;quot; He says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmm, seems appropriate.&amp;quot; Gale whispers, before raising her voice. &amp;quot;Stella, have you missed tasting me? I know you want me.&amp;quot; She suggestively moves a hand down her front, to her crotch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Gale, I want commitment, not screwing for fun!&amp;quot; Pink, now Stella, yells. She softens her tone and volume. &amp;quot;Just fucking with no regard for consequences got me knocked up at 17.&amp;quot; She now looks pleading. &amp;quot;Please, Gale, stop this whole evil thing, come back home.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are two seconds of silence. Gale contemplates. The decoy, Sloot, looks sadly at Stella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, the guards laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even the girls at the side snicker and sneer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gale laughs into her hand, Stella now tearing up, calms down, and speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, if you don't do as I say, the guards make you and Sloot 'come'.&amp;quot; She says, giggling a bit. She bangs a fist on the throne's armrest, springing the guards into action. The two nearest Sloot force her on her hands and knees, the on behind her pulling out an eight inch dick. Thrusting immediately into her, Sloot cries out in pain and pleasure. She is then muted, the other guard stuffing his cock into her mouth. You and Stella watch this sick display, before Gale calls out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If your not willing to be with me, the guards can provide 'company'.&amp;quot; She says, slipping the shoulders of her dress off, exposing her big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Persuade Stella to accept?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Tell her to refuse?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Join in the guard's fun?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Cloth kilt, club|Health=88|MP=96|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>A woman with pink hair.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/A_woman_with_pink_hair.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with 'A young woman, possibly in her early twenties, walks into sight, drawn by the young woman's cries for help. She has a pink tank top, gym shorts, and sandals on, with her pink hai…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;A young woman, possibly in her early twenties, walks into sight, drawn by the young woman's cries for help. She has a pink tank top, gym shorts, and sandals on, with her pink hair cut short. She is breathing deeply, her well endowed chest rising and falling. She rushes over to the native, and begins untying her hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It's alright, I'll get you out.&amp;quot; She says, her fingers working the knot, as you sneak up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Na, na!&amp;quot; The native cries out, just as you get behind the pink haired girl. &amp;quot;Es trap! R-run!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman turns around, only to get knocked unconcious by your club. Ignoring the native's cries, you use the rope you brought to tie her up. You also climb up the tree, and detach the rope holding the native.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With pinky on your shoulder and the native behind you, you leading her with the rope, you make your way to the castle. It is a long journey. By the time you reach the door, pink has woken up, and struggles against her bonds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, you bastard, let me go!&amp;quot; She yells, the door opening to the throne room. Gale sits at the throne, wearing a violet cloak. At each side of her, four guards stand, leering at the women before you. At one side of the room, three females sit. The one with small breasts and a flat butt looks at the decoy you used with pity. The one with a well endowed chest and a curvy butt sneers at the pink haired girl. And the teenaged one with them looks at you and the guards fearfully. Gale clears her throat, getting your attention.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good job, Walker.&amp;quot; She says, blowing a kiss at you. &amp;quot;Any problems during your task?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This native tried to warn her.&amp;quot; You say, bringing said native forward. Gale smirks at the nervous girl, a bit of pee trickling down her legs. She whispers to two of the guards, who grin, and run over to you. Taking the leash, they drag the native in front of Gale. The wig native comes to her side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Milady?&amp;quot; He asks, looking at pink fearfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do your people call this girl?&amp;quot; Gale asks, pointing to the girl before her, in between two guards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She is called 'Sloot', as she mated with one male behind the back of her husband. Husband leave her.&amp;quot; He says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmm, seems appropriate.&amp;quot; Gale whispers, before raising her voice. &amp;quot;Stella, have you missed tasting me? I know you want me.&amp;quot; She suggestively moves a hand down her front, to her crotch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Gale, I want commitment, not screwing for fun!&amp;quot; Pink, now Stella, yells. She softens her tone and volume. &amp;quot;Just fucking with no regard for consequences got me knocked up at 17.&amp;quot; She now looks pleading. &amp;quot;Please, Gale, stop this whole evil thing, come back home.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are two seconds of silence. Gale contemplates. The decoy, Sloot, looks sadly at Stella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, the guards laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even the girls at the side snicker and sneer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gale laughs into her hand, Stella now tearing up, calms down, and speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, if you don't do as I say, the guards make you and Sloot 'come'.&amp;quot; She says, giggling a bit. She bangs a fist on the throne's armrest, springing the guards into action. The two nearest Sloot force her on her hands and knees, the on behind her pulling out an eight inch dick. Thrusting immediately into her, Sloot cries out in pain and pleasure. She is then muted, the other guard stuffing his cock into her mouth. You and Stella watch this sick display, before Gale calls out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If your not willing to be with me, the guards can provide 'company'.&amp;quot; She says, slipping the shoulders of her dress off, exposing her big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Persuade Stella to accept?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Tell her to refuse?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Join in the guard's fun?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Cloth kilt, club|Health=88|MP=96|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Slaves Life]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>A native?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/A_native%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;To your suprise, a native makes his way towards the woman. He is confused and she is relieved, initially. Then, the man gains a predatory grin, confusing the bound woman until he advances on her, pulling an eight inch member out. She starts screaming and struggling against her bonds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Na! Na chubba! Un-un-untie m-me, ple-please!&amp;quot; She pleads, stuttering out broken english. The man hushes her with a hand on her mouth, then starts roughly kneading her right breast with the othe hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I fok u brens oot.&amp;quot; He says, in his native language, licking her cheek. She groans in disgust, then yelps and moans when he starts licking her other breast. From your position, you can see some sort of liquid on her leg. The native looks down, and grins, then starts using the hand on her mouth to finger her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wit areedy, Sloot?&amp;quot; He sneers in native, forcing his dripping fingers into her mouth, while placing his dick at her entrance. &amp;quot;I no stirt, yat. U ar a sloot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as he thrusts into her, and you are ready to stop this, a rustling draws the attention of you an the man. In the bushes, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with pink hair rushes in, coming to save the girl.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A young woman and boy with blue hair are hiding, unnoticed by the native. The woman keeps the boy back, trying to cover his eyes, terrified at the sight before her. The boy is wanting to attack, struggling against her.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Nothing, but the distraction lets you attack.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Nothing, you continue to watch.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Cloth kilt, club, rope|Health=80|MP=90|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 04:50:46 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:A_native%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Tell her you were shipwrecked on the beach?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Tell_her_you_were_shipwrecked_on_the_beach%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Well, ma'am, I was captain of a ship that sank.&amp;quot; You say. Judging from her looks and attitude, she wouldn't believe your claim as deity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To your surprise, and small worry, she slowly walks to you with a dagger in hand. You are ready for the worst. Instead, however, she uses the blade to cut your clothes off, leaving you in boxers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, a captain?&amp;quot; She said, stroking your crotch with the flat of the blade. &amp;quot;You have use to me. Perform every task, I shall 'reward' you.&amp;quot; She stops the blade, before placing the point at a bulge that had developed. &amp;quot;Fail or refuse, your torture will be never ending.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nod, anything to get out. The guards lift you up, and throw you in a cage. A while later, a bowl of gruel lands in. You scarf it down, not caring what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
Three Days Later&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
That is your life. A slave to 'Queen' Gale. You learn of the majority of her 'tasks' the second night. She gave the option of starving or eating her out. Given your situation, you cannot refuse. It's not all sex. Just last night, you were told to execute a native who made some sort of insult to Gale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, you hide in a bush, waiting to ambush. Gale has told you to break the will of a group of girls who fight the natives. You are told that the best way to do this is capture either a woman in her twenties with pink hair, or a boy of seven with blue hair. The bait, a female native 'volunteer' naked and tied to a tree branch by her wrists, was set.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bushes rustle. You see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with pink hair.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with blonde hair and a young boy with blue hair.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A native?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Cloth kilt, club, rope|Health=80|MP=90|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 04:36:27 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Tell_her_you_were_shipwrecked_on_the_beach%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Tell her you were shipwrecked on the beach?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Tell_her_you_were_shipwrecked_on_the_beach%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Well, ma'am, I was captain of a ship that sank.&amp;quot; You say. Judging from her looks and attitude, she wouldn't believe your claim as deity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To your surprise, and small worry, she slowly walks to you with a dagger in hand. You are ready for the worst. Instead, however, she uses the blade to cut your clothes off, leaving you in boxers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, a captain?&amp;quot; She said, stroking your crotch with the flat of the blade. &amp;quot;You have use to me. Perform every task, I shall 'reward' you.&amp;quot; She stops the blade, before placing the point at a bulge that had developed. &amp;quot;Fail or refuse, your torture will be never ending.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nod, anything to get out. The guards lift you up, and throw you in a cage. A while later, a bowl of gruel lands in. You scarf it down, not caring what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
Three Days Later&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
That is your life. A slave to 'Queen' Gale. You learn of the majority of her 'tasks' the second night. She gave the option of starving or eating her out. Given your situation, you cannot refuse. It's not all sex. Just last night, you were told to execute a native who made some sort of insult to Gale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, you hide in a bush, waiting to ambush. Gale has told you to break the will of a group of girls who fight the natives. You are told that the best way to do this is capture either a woman in her twenties with pink hair, or a boy of seven with blue hair. The bait, a female native 'volunteer' naked and tied to a tree branch by her wrists, was set.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bushes rustle. You see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with pink hair.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with blonde hair and a young boy with blue hair.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A native?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Cloth kilt, club|Health=80|MP=90|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 04:33:28 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Tell_her_you_were_shipwrecked_on_the_beach%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Examine the castle?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Examine_the_castle%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You decide the castle to the north is worth exploring, as you wouldn't need a tent. It is a long trek, gathering food along the way. You have the impression that someone is watching you. You brush that aside just as you reach the base of the volcano. From where you are, the volcano is dormant. It's steep climb means you must wait until tomorrow to climb. Just as you set down your bag, you are attacked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Six of them are behind you. As you turn to face them, three more come down from the mountain. They are all men, deeply tanned, wearing kilts made from some sort of cloth, and holding sharpened sticks. As you are unarmed, they have no trouble knocking you out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you come to, you are bound, sitting in front of a throne. From the looks of things, you are in the castle. Before you can look around more, someone walks in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is a young woman, early to mid twenties, with a cascade of smooth violet hair running down her back. She is wearing a deep purple dress, tattered around the hem, low cut enough for a view of her cleavage. Her gold eyes look you up and down, while you notice a native behind her, wearing a suit and blonde wig, and two female natives to the side of the room, wearing only a cloth skirt an a strip of some sort of leather covering their breasts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; The regal woman says, in an English accent, drawing your attention to her. &amp;quot;I was just asking where you're from.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Tell her you were shipwrecked on the beach?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Say you are a deity in human form (scare the natives into compliance)?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=''Clothes''|Health=76|MP=48|Level=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 04:24:12 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Examine_the_castle%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Slaves Life</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Slaves_Life</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Son of a noble, holder of lands, one who strikes fear into the commoners. &lt;br /&gt;
Today is the day of your reckoning, the day you take your first steps to controlling your fathers lands, the day for your first slave.&lt;br /&gt;
Excitement runs down your spine at the mere sight of the slave house that looms over the cresting hill.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Easy there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A firm hand on your shoulder causes your eyes to wander towards your fathers bearded face, his calm eyes looking into yours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I know... It's just... After all these years....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You're unable to finish your sentence but your father nods with a faint smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Indeed, today is a big day, not just for you but myself. I'm so proud of you, and the man you are growing into.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The smile fades from his face with a small nod leaving his eyes to gaze forward towards the approaching building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The warehouse is packed to the brim with people flooding in and out of the building. Arriving upon horse back with an armed guard of 10 men, commoners are quick to leave from your path.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;As they should.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Your father mutters softly under his breath only for you to hear making a smile graze over your lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome sir!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
A small voice calls out to your father from a rather oddly slumped man, one shoulder higher than the other giving him a odd gait. Having come to the market for some years your recognize the small man as Garmen, the auctioneer and owner of the slaves here today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Garmen, it is good to see you again old friend.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Hopping from his saddle your father shakes Garmens hand with joy as the two exchange in small talk as they walk towards the warehouse leaving you behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Follow them?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Visit the slave pens?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Slaves Life]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 04:10:37 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Slaves_Life</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Slaves Life</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Slaves_Life</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Son of a noble, holder of lands, one who strikes fear into the commoners. &lt;br /&gt;
Today is the day of your reckoning, the day you take your first steps to controlling your fathers lands, the day for your first slave.&lt;br /&gt;
Excitement runs down your spine at the mere sight of the slave house that looms over the cresting hill.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Easy there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A firm hand on your shoulder causes your eyes to wander towards your fathers bearded face, his calm eyes looking into yours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I know... It's just... After all these years....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You're unable to finish your sentence but your father nods with a faint smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Indeed, today is a big day, not just for you but myself. I'm so proud of you, and the man you are growing into.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The smile fades from his face with a small nod leaving his eyes to gaze forward towards the approaching building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The warehouse is packed to the brim with people flooding in and out of the building. Arriving upon horse back with an armed guard of 10 men, commoners are quick to leave from your path.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;As they should.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Your father mutters softly under his breath only for you to hear making a smile graze over your lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome sir!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
A small voice calls out to your father from a rather oddly slumped man, one shoulder higher than the other giving him a odd gait. Having come to the market for some years your recognize the small man as Garmen, the auctioneer and owner of the slaves here today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Garmen, it is good to see you again old friend.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Hopping from his saddle your father shakes Garmens hand with joy as the two exchange in small talk as they walk towards the warehouse leaving you behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Follow them?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Visit the slave pens?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait, you aren't a noble, you see this from behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Slaves point of view?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Slaves Life]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 03:06:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Slaves_Life</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Take her to your estate now (with her naked)?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Take_her_to_your_estate_now_(with_her_naked)%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Very well, come with me.&amp;quot; You say, getting her to her feet and leading her outside. Your guards follow, while your father pays Garmen. It is a brisk day, with people around you …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Very well, come with me.&amp;quot; You say, getting her to her feet and leading her outside. Your guards follow, while your father pays Garmen. It is a brisk day, with people around you in robes and coats. A few men stare at Willow, and one or two children looking with curiosity, until their mothers drag them off. Willow feels her nipples harden from the cold air, and brought her hands up to cover herself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;M-master, it's s-s-so f-freezing.&amp;quot; Willow stutters, while your father walks to his horse. &amp;quot;M-may you g-g-grace me with a c-coat.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'll let you ride with me.&amp;quot; You say, as the two of you reach your horse. A pair of guards come over, assisting you and Willow on, you behind her. &amp;quot;But, I want to show off to the peasants, so I'll keep you warm with my hands.&amp;quot; With that, you and your guards make your way to the estate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Willow is intially confused, until she feels one of your hands on her breasts. She squirms, moaning every now and then, but does nothing to stop you. The temperature goes up steadily on the way, with Willow feeling her body heat up. As if reading her body, she feels your hand move lower. She is relieved that you are no longer fondling her boobs, before feeling your hand near her crotch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After half an hour, you arrive. Willow sits unsteadily in front of you, having had two orgasms on the way here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Welcome to your new home, Willow.&amp;quot; You say, as servants arrive to help you down. You point to Willow. &amp;quot;Have her cleaned and sent to my quarters.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and your father enjoy a small meal together, before you head to your room. Opening your door, you are greeted by a nice sight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting on your bed is Willow, her legs crossed, and naked except for a red loincloth and pink tassles. Her skin shines from body oil, especially on her full, supple breasts. She smells faintly of berries, and her hair is in a long ponytail that reaches to her butt crack. Her face has liberal amounts of eyeliner and rouge, while her lips are a deep red. At the sight of you Willow's face reddens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Come on, you know you want me.&amp;quot; You say, undressing as you make your way to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Master, please, don't hurt me.&amp;quot; She says, looking around, letting you see something new. A brass collar, with a chain tying her to one of the bed posts, around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It won't hurt, schöne vögel.&amp;quot; You say, reaching the bed. By then, you are naked, exposing your nine inch erect dick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;M-master.&amp;quot; She nervously stutters, feeling herself heat up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Climb on the bed, fuck her like no tomorrow?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Climb on the bed, embrace and comfort her during sex?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Climb on the bed, embrace her, go to sleep?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Slaves Life]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, let's go.&amp;quot; Willow says, pulling on her hoodie. The two of you leave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as the two of you weave through the crowd. You start unconciously feeling jealous, Willow having a bigger chest and a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It'll be ten months in October. He keeps asking me if I want something special for our 'anniversery'.&amp;quot; She says, as the two of you enter. &amp;quot;I keep telling him not to worry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make your way to the serving trays. You grab chicken nuggets, potato wedges, and a water. Willow grabs the same thing, except ice tea instead of water. The two of you make your way to Panzer, sitting with a girl with pink hair. Willow introduces you to Stella, her pink haired friend, and you guess that she's bigger than you. The two of you make idle chat, while Willow and Panzer kiss several times, Panzer putting a fry into her mouth at one point. Just as the group finishes, Stella makes a comment that upsetss Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; Stella says, faint Aussie accent smoothing her voice. &amp;quot;You might just be able to cure Willow's shyness.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oi!&amp;quot; Willow half yells, breaking off a kiss with Panzer. &amp;quot;Name one time I was 'shy'.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The first time a boy asked you out, you ran into the girl's room and hyperventilated.&amp;quot; Stella says, sipping some soda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You walked in on me naked and fainted with a nosebleed.&amp;quot; Panzer suggests, earning a panicked look from Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That was a secret.&amp;quot; She hisses into his ear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow, me and the other girls knew already.&amp;quot; Stella says, the four of you leaving. &amp;quot;We say Panzer rushing to get dressed, with you on the floor, bleeding from your nose.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It was that obvious?&amp;quot; Willow asks, blushing, while Panzer kisses her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yep. Anyway, uniforms and schedules were sent to our rooms.&amp;quot; Stella says, hugging Willow. Since school starts day after tomorrow, I was wondering if you'd hang out with me and my roommate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You decide...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Stella1|Yes]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm1|No]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Matilda Kuznetsov. You have a good feeling about this.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Matilda_Kuznetsov._You_have_a_good_feeling_about_this.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Some girl named Matilda Kuznetsov. Either of you know her?&amp;quot; You ask.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Me and Willow heard of her, but Ron 'knows' her.&amp;quot; Panzer said, smirking and pointing a thumb at his red haired friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You say that as though it's a bad thing.&amp;quot; He says, cracking a grin. &amp;quot;She's a great girl. Though, here's what people see as an 'issue'. She has a habit of not wearing a bra.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; You ask. While you have walked around without a bra on, that's mostly at home, in private.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, you'll find out.&amp;quot; He says cryptically, then leaves. Panzer offers to take your bags, which you accept.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The three of you walk to your room. You find it next to the number 805. After Panzer helps carry your bags in, and runs off to help Willow, you look at your room. You see a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the bottom bunk, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You here a knock on the door, and you turn just as it opens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing there is a young woman, about 17 and looking a bit overweight, wearing a white button up shirt, a black skirt, and white tennis shoes. Atop her round face, her white hair is tied up in a bun. However, you're distracted by what you think Ron warned you about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her breasts are MASSIVE! While you have a reasonable C cup, she looks larger than any bra size you've seen. Though from what you can see, she's wearing one currently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Um, привет, I'm Matilda Kuznetsov. Are you my roommate?&amp;quot; She asks. Stunned, you can only nod yes. &amp;quot;Are we alone in this room?&amp;quot; Again, you nod.  &amp;quot;Слава Богу! This is uncomfortable.&amp;quot; Before you can do anything, she reaches into her shirt and pulls out her bra, throwing it onto the bottom bunk, claiming it. &amp;quot;I'll be in the bathroom.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While she is in the bathroom, you decide to take a look at her undergarment on the bed. It's massive! You and Willow could fit both of your breasts into one cup. 'Combined' you think. You look for the tag. While you can't find it, you estimate at H or M cups. You hear the toilet flush, and quickly drop the bra and back away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what's your name?&amp;quot; She asks, coming out of the bathroom. You open your mouth to answer, when you notice her shirt damp from sweat. As it is white, you now have full view of her enormous breasts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name) breast-I mean (last name)!&amp;quot; You say, momentarily slipping. She looks confused, until she notices where your eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, извините.&amp;quot; She said, blushing and covering her chest with her arms. &amp;quot;I'm from Мурманск, in Russia, and it's much warmer here than back home.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, it's in North Carolina.&amp;quot; You sarcastically remark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before Matilda can respond, you here an announcement for first and second year lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Чертов dress code, чертов heat...&amp;quot; You hear Matilda mutter, as she takes her bra and a blue t-shirt to the bathroom. You consider what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/lunch alone|Go to the cafeteria]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/lunch together|Wait]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/dorm|Stay in your room]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Admin|Go to administration for a room change!]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Matilda Kuznetsov&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Matilda Kuznetsov. You have a good feeling about this.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Matilda_Kuznetsov._You_have_a_good_feeling_about_this.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Some girl named Matilda Kuznetsov. Either of you know her?&amp;quot; You ask.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Me and Willow heard of her, but Ron 'knows' her.&amp;quot; Panzer said, smirking and pointing a thumb at his red haired friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You say that as though it's a bad thing.&amp;quot; He says, cracking a grin. &amp;quot;She's a great girl. Though, here's what people see as an 'issue'. She has a habit of not wearing a bra.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; You ask. While you have walked around without a bra on, that's mostly at home, in private.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, you'll find out.&amp;quot; He says cryptically, then leaves. Panzer offers to take your bags, which you accept.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The three of you walk to your room. You find it next to the number 805. After Panzer helps carry your bags in, and runs off to help Willow, you look at your room. You see a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the bottom bunk, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You here a knock on the door, and you turn just as it opens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing there is a young woman, about 17 and looking a bit overweight, wearing a white button up shirt, a black skirt, and white tennis shoes. Atop her round face, her white hair is tied up in a bun. However, you're distracted by what you think Ron warned you about.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her breasts are MASSIVE! While you have a reasonable C cup, she looks larger than any bra size you've seen. Though from what you can see, she's wearing one currently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Um, привет, I'm Matilda Kuznetsov. Are you my roommate?&amp;quot; She asks. Stunned, you can only nod yes. &amp;quot;Are we alone in this room?&amp;quot; Again, you nod.  &amp;quot;Слава Богу! This is uncomfortable.&amp;quot; Before you can do anything, she reaches into her shirt and pulls out her bra, throwing it onto the bottom bunk, claiming it. &amp;quot;I'll be in the bathroom.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While she is in the bathroom, you decide to take a look at her undergarment on the bed. It's massive! You and Willow could fit both of your breasts into one cup. 'Combined' you think. You look for the tag. While you can't find it, you estimate at H or M cups. You hear the toilet flush, and quickly drop the bra and back away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what's your name?&amp;quot; She asks, coming out of the bathroom. You open your mouth to answer, when you notice her shirt damp from sweat. As it is white, you now have full view of her enormous breasts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name) breast-I mean (last name)!&amp;quot; You say, momentarily slipping. She looks confused, until she notices where your eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, извините.&amp;quot; She said, blushing and covering her chest with her arms. &amp;quot;I'm from Мурманск, in Russia, and it's much warmer here than back home.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, it's in North Carolina.&amp;quot; You sarcastically remark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before Matilda can respond, you here an announcement for first and second year lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Чертов dress code, чертов heat...&amp;quot; You hear Matilda mutter, as she takes her bra to the bathroom. You consider what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/lunch alone|Go to the cafeteria]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/lunch together|Wait]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/dorm|Stay in your room]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Admin|Go to administration for a room change!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Matilda Kuznetsov&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Eagle Academy/Female</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eagle_Academy/Female</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You use your phone to make sure you're presentable, making sure your (hair color) hair isn't messed up. Passing your check, you go get a your map and dorm number from housing. While walking to building eight, you run into someone, dropping your map and tote bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Verdammt, sorry.&amp;quot; You here a guy say, with a nice German accent. You have your map, while whoever bumped into you has your bag. You stand up to take a good look at who you ran into.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He is a tall guy, possibly 6' tall. He has a feldgrau t-shirt with 'US Navy Seal' on it, jeans, and some khaki boots. His blonde hair is cut short on the sides and back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you a first year?&amp;quot; You ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. I'm Panzer Schmidt. May I ask your name?&amp;quot; He says giving you your bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (insert female first name here), (first name) (last name).&amp;quot; You say, accepting your bag. After you grab it, two people walk up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One is a girl in a deep blue hoodie. She also had jean shorts, converse sneakers, and an orange and yellow hat over her deep blue hair. The other person is a guy. He stands at 5' 6&amp;quot;, very short compared to Panzer. He wears a red shirt sleeve jacket, a black t-shirt, and black jeans. His hair is a deep red, even though his eyebrows are pitch black. In fact, his eyebrows are huge! While Panzer and the other girl seem occupied with making out, the guy notices you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Panzer, who's this girl?&amp;quot; He asks, a faint Midwestern accent in his voice. Panzer takes a break, and looks over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, yeah. Ron, this is (first name). (First name), this is my friend Ron Johnson and my girlfriend Willow.&amp;quot; He says, pointing to each person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot; Willow says, a bit nervous. You detect a slight Irish accent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, who's your roommate?&amp;quot; Ron asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look down at your dorm number. Below that is your name. Next to your name is...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Willow Cole. You're sure you'll be seeing a lot of Panzer, maybe more than you want.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Matilda Kuznetsov. You have a good feeling about this.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Silvia Franco. You have an odd feeling about her.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Poppy Miles. She sounds nice.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ruby Johnson. Must be related to Ron.]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Suitcase, tote bag, map, cell phone&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| {{{Roommate}}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, let's go.&amp;quot; Willow says, pulling on her hoodie. The two of you leave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as the two of you weave through the crowd. You start unconciously feeling jealous, Willow having a bigger chest and a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It'll be ten months in October. He keeps asking me if I want something special for our 'anniversery'.&amp;quot; She says, as the two of you enter. &amp;quot;I keep telling him not to worry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make your way to the serving trays. You grab chicken nuggets, potato wedges, and a water. Willow grabs the same thing, except ice tea instead of water. The two of you make your way to Panzer, sitting with a girl with pink hair. Willow introduces you to Stella, her pink haired friend, and you guess that she's bigger than you. The two of you make idle chat, while Willow and Panzer kiss several times, Panzer putting a fry into her mouth at one point. Just as the group finishes, Stella makes a comment that upsetss Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; Stella says, faint Aussie accent smoothing her voice. &amp;quot;You might just be able to cure Willow's shyness.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oi!&amp;quot; Willow half yells, breaking off a kiss with Panzer. &amp;quot;Name one time I was 'shy'.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The first time a boy asked you out, you ran into the girl's room and hyperventilated.&amp;quot; Stella says, sipping some soda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You walked in on me naked an fainted with a nosebleed.&amp;quot; Panzer suggests, earning a panicked look from Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That was a secret.&amp;quot; She hisses into his ear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow, the other girls knew already.&amp;quot; Stella says, the four of you leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It was that obvious?&amp;quot; Willow asks, blushing, while Panzer kisses her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yep. Anyway, uniforms and schedules were sent to our rooms.&amp;quot; Stella says, hugging Willow. Since school starts day after tomorrow, I was wondering if you'd hang out with me and my roommate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You decide...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Stella1|Yes]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm1|No]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>EA/F/Willow/Lunch together</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/EA/F/Willow/Lunch_together</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;NOT FINISHED PAGE&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Alright, let's go.&amp;quot; Willow says, pulling her hoodie on. The two of you make your way to the cafeteria, weaving through the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long have you and Panzer been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, as you near the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;About ten months.&amp;quot; She says, stopping at the entrance. &amp;quot;He talks about trying to do something special for a one year anniversary, but I told him not to worry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
UNFINISHED&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Willow Cole. You're sure you'll be seeing a lot of Panzer, maybe more than you want.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Willow_Cole._You%27re_sure_you%27ll_be_seeing_a_lot_of_Panzer,_maybe_more_than_you_want.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Hey Willow, we're roommates!&amp;quot; You say, showing her your map, she looks at it, then hers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That-That's great!&amp;quot; She says, though you can tell she's nervous. Panzer places an arm over her shoulders, and kisses her check.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don't worry, meine schöne Freundin, she seems nice.&amp;quot; You hear him whisper to her. Willow must be shy about something. &amp;quot;I'll carry your bag there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, the three of you make your way to your room. You find room 804 easily enough. Stepping inside, you see a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the bottom bunk, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower stall, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You sure you want the bottom bunk?&amp;quot; Panzer asks, helping Willow with her bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, it's not important.&amp;quot; You tell him. You wonder why he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright. Either of you need me, my number's on Willow's phone.&amp;quot; He says, setting down the bags. Pausing for a minute to give Willow a nonverbal goodbye, Panzer walks out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Say, Willow, why do you have a hoodie on? It's nearly 80 degrees out.&amp;quot; You ask. You've been wondering that since you saw her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-Well, the th-thing is, uh.&amp;quot; She murmurs, putting her index fingers together nervously, before sighing. &amp;quot;Alright, since I have to live with you, I'll show you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, she slowly unzips her hoodie. You feel awkward, as it looks like she's stripping for you. She pulls of the hoodie, revealing a white wife beater over her, well endowed you think, chest. She turns half way to the right letting you see her shoulder. On it are the black letters I, R, and A on a green oval.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Me dad had me get it a few months ago, while I dated Panzer. He said that as his only child, I'd have to fight, and forget about 'some Kraut'.&amp;quot; She says, rubbing the tattooed area. &amp;quot;Then the RUC shot him, and I moved in with my mother in Limerick. She was overjoyed to have me, and approved of Panzer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as you placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, the announcement came on about lunch in the cafeteria for all first and second years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you go...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Lunch together|Go to lunch with Willow]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...Or stay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm|Stay by yourself]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm together|Ask Willow to stay with you]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Fight them off?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Fight_them_off%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Drawing your machete, you attack. You cut into one club, knocking it out of the natives hands. Suddenly, the other natives jump on you, pinning you to the ground. You swing your machete, cutting one before a cloth is pressed against your nose. You pass out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Waking up, you see that you and Willow have been taken to the castle. The two of you are in a throne room, with a young woman in her twenties at the head, and many native guards and some native women. She has violet hair cascading down her back, and has a red bikini top and black tattered skirt on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I apologize for the 'rude' invitation, but I need you, Willow.&amp;quot; She says, in a posh British accent. She points to a native with a beret on. &amp;quot;I want someone to paint me, but the local 'talent' doesn't cut it. What do you say, help me out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow,&amp;quot; You whisper. &amp;quot;You know her?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. She's Gale, an old friend of Stella.&amp;quot; Willow says, before turning back to Gale, nervously answering. &amp;quot;Gale, I'd l-love to help b-but, Stella and the others are probably worried by now. Maybe another t-time?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the unamused look on Gale's face, she isn't budging.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You'll paint today, or I take your 'treasure'.&amp;quot; She shoots back. At that, a native with a wig rips off her hat, revealing loose strands of multi colored hair. Willow looked between Gale and the native, and nodded. The native gives back her hat and unties her, just as Gale speaks. &amp;quot;Since you refused the first time, you will paint naked.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!? B-but, I-I...&amp;quot; Willow stutters out, face blushing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You can keep your panties and hat on.&amp;quot; Gale says, impatient. &amp;quot;Now, either strip down, or the guards will do it.&amp;quot; A couple of guards grinned pervertedly. &amp;quot;By the way, some of them want to release some 'tension' built up from when you and your friends beat them up.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, with a red face, Willow started stripping. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a set of D cup breasts. Some of the guards wolf whistled, some native women also jeering, as she slipped her shoes off and began pulling down her skirt. In one corner of the room, you see a couple guards rubbing themselves off. By now, Willow has nothing on but cotton white panties and her large hat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now, get to work.&amp;quot; Gale says, posing in an erotic way while a canvas and easel is brought in. The native with the beret, one of  the few natives who wasn't amused by her forced strip show, gave her a brush and a board with paints on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Willow starts painting, as you sit there, tied up, wanting to leave. Though, righ now, you are distracted by the sight before you. This Gale has a wonderful hourglass figure, with a set of large E cups. Not only that, but Willow is looking just as enticing, her blushing at being naked turning you on. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[See if you can sneak past the guards?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Stay, see if Gale's up for 'fun'?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Stay, ready to help Willow?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Clothes|Health=85|MP=72|Level=3.5}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Fight them off?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Fight_them_off%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Drawing your machete, you attack. You cut into one club, knocking it out of the natives hands. Suddenly, the other natives jump on you, pinning you to the ground. You swing your machete, cutting one before a cloth is pressed against your nose. You pass out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Waking up, you see that you and Willow have been taken to the castle. The two of you are in a throne room, with a young woman in her twenties at the head, and many native guards and some native women. She has violet hair cascading down her back, and has a red bikini top and black tattered skirt on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I apologize for the 'rude' invitation, but I need you, Willow.&amp;quot; She says, in a posh British accent. She points to a native with a beret on. &amp;quot;I want someone to paint me, but the local 'talent' doesn't cut it. What do you say, help me out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow,&amp;quot; You whisper. &amp;quot;You know her?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. She's Gale, an old friend of Stella.&amp;quot; Willow says, before turning back to Gale, nervously answering. &amp;quot;Gale, I'd l-love to help b-but, Stella and the others are probably worried by now. Maybe another t-time?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the unamused look on Gale's face, she isn't budging.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You'll paint today, or I take your 'treasure'.&amp;quot; She shoots back. At that, a native with a wig rips off her hat, revealing loose strands of multi colored hair. Willow looked between Gale and the native, and nodded. The native gives back her hat and unties her, just as Gale speaks. &amp;quot;Since you refused the first time, you will paint naked.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!? B-but, I-I...&amp;quot; Willow stutters out, face blushing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You can keep your panties and hat on.&amp;quot; Gale says, impatient. &amp;quot;Now, either strip down, or the guards will do it.&amp;quot; A couple of guards grinned pervertedly. &amp;quot;By the way, some of them want to release some 'tension' built up from when you and your friends beat them up.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, with a red face, Willow started stripping. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a set of D cup breasts. Some of the guards wolf whistled, some native women also jeering, as she slipped her shoes off and began pulling down her skirt. In one corner of the room, you see a couple guards rubbing themselves off. By now, Willow has nothing on but cotton white panties and her large hat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now, get to work.&amp;quot; Gale says, posing in an erotic way while a canvas and easel is brought in. The native with the beret, one of  the few natives who wasn't amused by her forced strip show, gave her a brush and a board with paints on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Willow starts painting, as you sit there, tied up, wanting to leave. Though, righ now, you are distracted by the sight before you. This Gale has a wonderful hourglass figure, with a set of large E cups. Not only that, but Willow is looking just as enticing, her blushing at being naked turning you on. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See if you can sneak past the guards?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stay, see if Gale's up for 'fun'?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stay, ready to help Willow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UNFINISHED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Fight them off?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Fight_them_off%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;This is an unfinished product.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Drawing your machete, you attack. You cut into one club, knocking it out of the natives hands. Suddenly, the other natives jump on you, pinning you to the ground. You swing your machete, cutting one before a cloth is pressed against your nose. You pass out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Waking up, you see that you and Willow have been taken to the castle. The two of you are in a throne room, with a young woman in her twenties at the head. She has violet hair cascading down her back, and has a red bikini top and black tattered skirt on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I apologize for the 'rude' invitation, but I need you, Willow.&amp;quot; She says, in a posh British accent. She points to a native with a beret on. &amp;quot;I want someone to paint me, but the local 'talent' doesn't cut it. What do you say, help me out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow,&amp;quot; You whisper. &amp;quot;You know her?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. She's Gale, an old friend of Stella.&amp;quot; Willow says, before turning back to Gale, nervously answering. &amp;quot;Gale, I'd l-love to help b-but, Stella and the others are probably worried by now. Maybe another t-time?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the unamused look on Gale's face, she isn't budging.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You'll paint today, or I take your 'treasure'.&amp;quot; She shoots back. At that, a native with a wig rips off her hat, revealing loose strands of multi colored hair. Willow looked between Gale and the native, and nodded. The native gives back her hat and unties her, just as Gale speaks. &amp;quot;Since you refused the first time, you will paint naked.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!? B-but, I-I...&amp;quot; Willow stutters out, face blushing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You can keep your panties and hat on.&amp;quot; Gale says, impatient. &amp;quot;Now, either strip down, or the guards will do it.&amp;quot; A couple of guards grinned pervertedly. &amp;quot;By the way, some of them want to release some 'tension' built up from when you and your friends beat them up.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, with a red face, Willow started stripping. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a set of D cup breasts. Some of the guards wolf whistled, as she slipped her shoes off and began pulling down her skirt. In one corner of the room, you see a couple guards rubbing themselves off. By now, Willow has nothing on but cotton white panties and her large hat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now, get to work.&amp;quot; Gale says, posing in an erotic way while a canvas and easel is brought in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UNFINISHED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Fight them off?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Fight_them_off%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Drawing your machete, you attack. You cut into one club, knocking it out of the natives hands. Suddenly, the other natives jump on you, pinning you to the ground. You swing your …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Drawing your machete, you attack. You cut into one club, knocking it out of the natives hands. Suddenly, the other natives jump on you, pinning you to the ground. You swing your machete, cutting one before a cloth is pressed against your nose. You pass out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Waking up, you see that you and Willow have been taken to the castle. The two of you are in a throne room, with a young woman in her twenties at the head. She has violet hair cascading down her back, and has a red bikini top and black tattered skirt on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I apolagize for the 'rude' invitation, but I need you, Willow.&amp;quot; She says, in a posh British accent. She points to a native with a beret on. &amp;quot;I want someone to paint me, but the local 'talent' doesn't cut it. What do you say, help me out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow,&amp;quot; You whisper. &amp;quot;You know her?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes. She's Gale, an old friend of Stella.&amp;quot; Willow says, before turning back to Gale, nervously answering. &amp;quot;Gale, I'd l-love to help b-but, Stella and the others are probably worried by now. Maybe another t-time?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the unamused look on Gale's face, she isn't budging.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You'll paint today, or I take your 'treasure'.&amp;quot; She shoots back. At that, a native with a wig rips off her hat, revealing loose strands of multi colored hair. Willow looked between Gale and the native, and nodded. The native gives back her hat and unties her, just as Gale speaks. &amp;quot;Since it took that to &lt;br /&gt;
UNFINISHED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Introduce yourself and invite her back to your base?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Introduce_yourself_and_invite_her_back_to_your_base%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You walk out of the bushes, sheathing your machete. The woman turns around, then yelps seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wait.&amp;quot; You say, as it looks like she'll run. &amp;quot;I'm Walker, my raft took me to this island. What's your name?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She calms down a bit, hears you, and answers nervously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I-I'm Willow.&amp;quot; She says, one hand fiddling with her hair. You look around during an awkward silence, while Willow looks around nervously. Suddenly, you here rustling, and three men rush in. They appear to be natives, wearing cloth kilts and wielding wooden clubs. While you consider what to do, hand near machete, one of them grabs Willow, knocking her out with a cloth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Fight them off?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Run towards the tree?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Surrender, so you can surprise them later?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=Clothes, machete, hachet, wood (damp), raw meat, nuts|Health=98|MP=69|Level=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Walk into the jungle?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Walk_into_the_jungle%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You decide to try your luck in the jungle. Setting your stuff by your raft, which is secured to a palm tree, you take a machete to hunt, and a hatchet for wood. You gather a sizable amount of wood, nuts, and even a small rodent for meat. Walking around, you see a glimpse of orange through the bushes, and sneak your way up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The island isn't uninhabited. Kneeling by bushes in front of you is a young woman, possibly in her early twenties. She has a tattered green skirt, white underwear, a tattered white shirt, flipflops, and an orange and yellow stripped woolen hat. Underneath the hat, you see that her hair is a deep shade of blue. You can also tell that she is naked underneath her shirt. Next to her is some sort of wicker basket, with brightly colored berries inside. They have a poisonous look to them, and you wonder if she knows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Putting that aside, you do feel yourself attracted to her. Being without 'company' for several weeks, months, or the rest of your life doesn't sound good. You are still reeling from your girlfriend dumping you. You decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Introduce yourself and invite her back to your base?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Take her prisoner with your machete, then take her back to base?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Forget waiting! Strip her down and screw her here?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Keep hiding, see what happens?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=''Clothes, machete, hatchet, firewood (damp), rodent (raw meat), nuts''|Health=98|MP=68|Level=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2016 08:31:28 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Walk_into_the_jungle%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Walk into the jungle?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Walk_into_the_jungle%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to try your luck in the jungle. Setting your stuff by your raft, which is secured to a palm tree, you take a machete to hunt, and a hatchet for wood. You gather a sizable amount of wood, nuts, and even a small rodent for meat. Walking around, you see a glimpse of orange through the bushes, and sneak your way up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The island isn't uninhabited. Kneeling by bushes in front of you is a young woman, possibly in her early twenties. She has a tattered green skirt, white underwear, a tattered white shirt, and an orange and yellow stripped woolen hat. Underneath the hat, you see that her hair is a deep shade of blue. You can also tell that she is naked underneath her shirt. Next to her is some sort of wicker basket, with brightly colored berries inside. They have a poisonous look to them, and you wonder if she knows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Putting that aside, you do feel yourself attracted to her. Being without 'company' for several weeks, months, or the rest of your life doesn't sound good. You are still reeling from your girlfriend dumping you. You decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Introduce yourself and invite her back to your base?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Take her prisoner with your machete, then take her back to base?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Forget waiting! Strip her down and screw her here?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Keep hiding, see what happens?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Status|Equipment=''Clothes, machete, hatchet, firewood (damp), rodent (raw meat), nuts''|Health=98|MP=68|Level=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2016 08:30:43 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Walk_into_the_jungle%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Introduce yourself and invite her back to your base?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Introduce_yourself_and_invite_her_back_to_your_base%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You walk out of the bushes, sheathing your machete. The woman turns around, then yelps seeing you.  &amp;quot;Wait.&amp;quot; You say, as it looks like she'll run. &amp;quot;I'm Walker, my raft took me to …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You walk out of the bushes, sheathing your machete. The woman turns around, then yelps seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wait.&amp;quot; You say, as it looks like she'll run. &amp;quot;I'm Walker, my raft took me to this island. What's your name?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She calms down a bit, hears you, and answers nervously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I-I'm Willow.&amp;quot; She says, one hand fiddling with her hair. You look around during an awkward silence, while Willow looks around nervously. Suddenly, you here rustling, and three men rush in. They appear to be natives, wearing cloth kilts and wielding wooden clubs. While you consider what to do, hand near machete, one of them grabs Willow, knocking her out with a plant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Fight them off?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Run towards the tree?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Surrender, so you can surprise them later?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Status|Equipment=Clothes, machete, hachet, wood (damp), raw meat, nuts|Health=98|MP=69|Level=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2016 08:29:35 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Introduce_yourself_and_invite_her_back_to_your_base%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Walk into the jungle?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Walk_into_the_jungle%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You decide to try your luck in the jungle. Setting your stuff by your raft, which is secured to a palm tree, you take a machete to hunt, and a hatchet for wood. You gather a sizable amount of wood, and even a small rodent for meat. Walking around, you see a glimpse of orange through the bushes, and sneak your way up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The island isn't uninhabited. Kneeling by bushes in front of you is a young woman, possibly in her early twenties. She has a tattered green skirt, white underwear, a tattered white shirt, and an orange and yellow stripped woolen hat. Underneath the hat, you see that her hair is a deep shade of blue. You can also tell that she is naked underneath her shirt. Next to her is some sort of wicker basket, with brightly colored berries inside. They have a poisonous look to them, and you wonder if she knows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Putting that aside, you do feel yourself attracted to her. Being without 'company' for several weeks, months, or the rest of your life doesn't sound good. You are still reeling from your girlfriend dumping you. You decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Introduce yourself and invite her back to your base?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Take her prisoner with your machete, then take her back to base?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Forget waiting! Strip her down and screw her here?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Keep hiding, see what happens?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=''Clothes, machete, hatchet, firewood (damp), rodent (raw meat)''|Health=98|MP=68|Level=3}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2016 07:34:18 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Walk_into_the_jungle%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>A native?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/A_native%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with 'To your suprise, a native makes his way towards the woman. He is confused and she is relieved, initially. Then, the man gains a predatory grin, confusing the bound woman until he…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;To your suprise, a native makes his way towards the woman. He is confused and she is relieved, initially. Then, the man gains a predatory grin, confusing the bound woman until he advances on her, pulling an eight inch member out. She starts screaming and struggling against her bonds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Na! Na chubba! Un-un-untie m-me, ple-please!&amp;quot; She pleads, stuttering out broken english. The man hushes her with a hand on her mouth, then starts roughly kneading her right breast with the othe hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I fok u brens oot.&amp;quot; He says, in his native language, licking her cheek. She groans in disgust, then yelps and moans when he starts licking her other breast. From your position, you can see some sort of liquid on her leg. The native looks down, and grins, then starts using the hand on her mouth to finger her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wit areedy, Sloot?&amp;quot; He sneers in native, forcing his dripping fingers into her mouth, while placing his dick at her entrance. &amp;quot;I no stirt, yat. U ar a sloot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as he thrusts into her, and you are ready to stop this, a rustling draws the attention of you an the man. In the bushes, you see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with pink hair rushes in, coming to save the girl.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A young woman and boy with blue hair are hiding, unnoticed by the native. The woman keeps the boy back, trying to cover his eyes, terrified at the sight before her. The boy is wanting to attack, struggling against her.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Nothing, but the distraction lets you attack.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Nothing, you continue to watch.]]&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Status|Equipment=Cloth kilt, spear|Health=80|MP=90|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2016 07:30:33 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:A_native%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Tell her you were shipwrecked on the beach?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Tell_her_you_were_shipwrecked_on_the_beach%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Well, ma'am, I was captain of a ship that sank.&amp;quot; You say. Judging from her looks and attitude, she wouldn't believe your claim as deity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To your surprise, and small worry, she slowly walks to you with a dagger in hand. You are ready for the worst. Instead, however, she uses the blade to cut your clothes off, leaving you in boxers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, a captain?&amp;quot; She said, stroking your crotch with the flat of the blade. &amp;quot;You have use to me. Perform every task, I shall 'reward' you.&amp;quot; She stops the blade, before placing the point at a bulge that had developed. &amp;quot;Fail or refuse, your torture will be never ending.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nod, anything to get out. The guards lift you up, and throw you in a cage. A while later, a bowl of gruel lands in. You scarf it down, not caring what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three Days Later&lt;br /&gt;
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That is your life. A slave to 'Queen' Gale. You learn of the majority of her 'tasks' the second night. She gave the option of starving or eating her out. Given your situation, you cannot refuse. It's not all sex. Just last night, you were told to execute a native who made some sort of insult to Gale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, you hide in a bush, waiting to ambush. Gale has told you to break the will of a group of girls who fight the natives. You are told that the best way to do this is capture either a woman in her twenties with pink hair, or a boy of seven with blue hair. The bait, a female native 'volunteer' naked and tied to a tree branch by her wrists, was set.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bushes rustle. You see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with pink hair.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A woman with blonde hair and a young boy with blue hair.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[A native?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=''Cloth kilt, spear''|Health=80|MP=90|Level=2}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2016 23:54:06 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Tell_her_you_were_shipwrecked_on_the_beach%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Take her prisoner with your machete, then take her back to base?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Take_her_prisoner_with_your_machete,_then_take_her_back_to_base%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You sneak up behind her, and quickly place a hand on her mouth and your other arm around her waist. She screams into your mouth, and tries to escape. However, your hold is strong, and the sight of your machete cools her down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look around before remembering that you have no rope to tie her up. Shrugging, you decide to take her shirt off. Putting her facedown with your foot, you keep her still enough to remove her shirt and her skirt. Tying her ankles together with her skirt, you turn her on her back to do her arms. You then see you are right, she had nothing under her shirt, allowing you to see her breasts. You peg them at a D cup. Tying her hands in front of her, you raise your machete to eye level.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You scream or do anything to alert your friends, I cut you up. Got it? Nod your head?&amp;quot; You say, getting a few nods in response. &amp;quot;What is your name?&amp;quot; You ask in a softer tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Willow.&amp;quot; She says.&lt;br /&gt;
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Satisfied, you lift her over your shoulder, and take her to your camp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why were you collecting berries? They look poisonous.&amp;quot; You ask her, bored.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I-I use them in paints. They make great colors.&amp;quot; She says, nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
--Two Hours Later--&lt;br /&gt;
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After the wood dried, you made a campfire, skinned your kill, cooked the meat, and served some to your captive. The meat isn't filling, but you live. You decide to strike up conversation with Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where's your group?&amp;quot; You ask, placing a piece of meat into her mouth. While drying the wood, you decided to tie her hands behind her back, letting you look at her boobs with impunity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;G-Group? W-What group?&amp;quot; She says, nervous and blushing from the attention her breasts get. &amp;quot;I've been by myself for a year.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You finish eating, and kneel in front of her. She is too terrified to move, allowing you to fondle her breasts. You trace your index finger around the areola, occasionally poking her nipples.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know she is lying about being alone. The fact that she is alive means someone helps her. You intend to find him, her, or them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Leave her unharmed for the night?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Threaten to have your way with her if she refuses to tell you where her group is?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Have your way with her?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Torture her for information?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=&amp;quot;Clothes, machete, cooked meat&amp;quot;|Health=100|MP=86|Level=1}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Angry Chicks]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2016 23:48:05 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Take_her_prisoner_with_your_machete,_then_take_her_back_to_base%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Apologize to Willow?</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Apologize_to_Willow%3F</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Deciding to try and find some way to reconnect with Willow, you make your way to the servant's quarters. Having never been there yourself, you decide to have Kowalski lead you th…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Deciding to try and find some way to reconnect with Willow, you make your way to the servant's quarters. Having never been there yourself, you decide to have Kowalski lead you there. Along the way, you get a good look at him. His dark blonde hair cut short, a broad nose, and wearing a white shirt and black pants, he gives the image of Baron Von Fergeson's servant. After sleeping with Willow, you suspect him of spying. You also don't like him looking at Willow with disgusting thoughts. While you bought Willow for sex, hearing her story made you want to comfort her. Not have her spread her legs, but make her feel cared for. You arrive, and enter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Inside were rows of bunk beds. They line the wall of the small room. There are only three women inside. Nadya, Willow laying on her bed, and a blonde girl kneeling next to her. Willow lay on her stomach, white gauze wrapped around her torso on her cuts. Nadya glared at you, while the blonde, Dasha, rubbed Willow's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; Nadya asks, while Willow quietly cried into the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Shut up, Hundin!&amp;quot; Kowalski yells, pulling out a short baton. You motion him to stop, then step forward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I want to apologize to Willow, for hurting her.&amp;quot; You say, causing Willow to turn around. Her cheeks were stained with tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why should she believe you?&amp;quot; Nadya asks, before Willow stood up shakingly. Unsteadily, she walked over to you. She wore nothing but bandages and white cotton panties. When she got to you, she collapsed, hugging you around the waist and sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;P-Please, don't give me to Garmen! I'll do whatever you want!&amp;quot; She sobs, while Kowalski gets behind her. He appeared to want to 'discipline' Willow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Let him have his way]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Stop him, Willow has had enough]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Slaves Life]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2016 06:12:42 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Apologize_to_Willow%3F</comments>		</item>
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			<title>LoL/(M)(SAF) Go east1</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/LoL/(M)(SAF)_Go_east1</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You head east to see what lies ahead. Reaching a door on the right side of the corridor, you see that it goes on for a few meters before turning sharply. Wanting to find something now, you open the door. Walking inside, you see a large pedestal bearing a treasure chest. Right next to the pedestal, you see a rather curvaceous gryphon sleeping on the floor. While her wings cover her chest, you can see her figure in the torch light.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking over to the chest, making as little noise as possible, you try to open it with no success. With no keyhole, you can't think of a way to open it. Then you notice the inscription on the stone. It reads, ''To gain the treasure inside, you must satisfy the guardians.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at the 'guardian', you feel nervous. Behind her, you see a passage way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Wake up the gryphon]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Go through this passage way.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Wait, you only see one guardian]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Labyrinth of Lust|Treasure=''None''|Health=Perfect|Gender=Male|Location=Straight, adult, furry}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Labyrinth of Lust]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2016 02:34:35 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:LoL/(M)(SAF)_Go_east1</comments>		</item>
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			<title>LoL/(M)(SAF) Go east1</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/LoL/(M)(SAF)_Go_east1</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You head east to see what lies ahead. Reaching a door on the right side of the corridor, you see that it goes on for a few meters before turning sharply. Wanting to find something now, you open the door. Walking inside, you see a large pedestal bearing a treasure chest. Right next to the pedestal, you see a rather curvaceous gryphon sleeping on the floor. While her wings cover her chest, you can see her figure in the torch light.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking over to the chest, making as little noise as possible, you try to open it with no success. With no keyhole, you can't think of a way to open it. Then you notice the inscription on the stone. It reads, ''To gain the treasure inside, you must satisfy the guardians.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at the 'guardian', you feel nervous. Behind her, you see a passage way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Wake up the gryphon]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Go through this passage way.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Wait, guardian''s'']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Labyrinth of Lust|Treasure=''None''|Health=Perfect|Gender=Male|Location=Straight, adult, furry}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Labyrinth of Lust]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2016 02:32:09 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:LoL/(M)(SAF)_Go_east1</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Eagle Academy/Male</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eagle_Academy/Male</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You use your phone to make sure you're presentable, and make your way to the office door labeled 'Housing'. Attached to the door is a pouch with papers inside. You find one with your name, which has a map and your dorm number. You make your way to the building labeled 'Men's dorm'.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While walking, you bump into someone, dropping your map. You reach down to pick it up, and notice a few things the other person dropped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am so sorry.&amp;quot; You here the other person, a girl by the sound of it says. You pick up your map and a small bag, possibly belonging to whoever you bumped into. You straighten up, and get a good look at who you bumped into.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is wearing a hot pink t-shirt and khaki shorts. The most striking thing about her is her hair. It's cut short, and has the color of bubblegum. Though you think it's dyed, you can't tell. Behind her is a suitcase, possibly hers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You're new here too?&amp;quot; You ask her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; She says, nodding. &amp;quot;So, I'm Stella, Stella DuPont. What's your name?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name) (last name).&amp;quot; You reply, handing her bag over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thanks (first name).&amp;quot; She reaches into her bag, and pulls out her map. Just as she closes her bag, two people walk up to her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One is a guy with a yellow t-shirt, jeans, and a blonde buzz cut. The other is a girl with a violet long sleeve shirt, a short black skirt, and mid back length purple hair. The girl with purple hair notices you, and points you out to the guy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey Stella, whose this dingo?&amp;quot; The guy says in an Australian accent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Chuck, this is (first name). (First name), this is Gale and my boyfriend Chuck.&amp;quot; Stella says, now with a faint accent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, (first name), you going out with anyone?&amp;quot; Gale asks, a faint English accent making her sound refined.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, my last girlfriend left when I got accepted to the school.&amp;quot; You say, which is somewhat true. After sending the application, you found out she was cheating on you, and you broke it off. The others look at you sympathetically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tough break, mate.&amp;quot; Chuck says, while the girls each place a hand on your shoulder. &amp;quot;So who's your roommate? It should say so below your room number.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and Stella look at your respective maps. You find your dorm number is 704. The 7 in front means that the dorms are in building seven. Stella, and all girl students, are building eight. Below your dorm number is your name, and next to your name is the name...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Chuck Lee. You'll have his annoying accent in your ears until next year.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Bonm LeClerc. Sounds like he's French.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Panzer Schmidt. A German by the sound of it.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#4D5D53&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;100%&amp;quot; colspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| '''Day-1'''&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Male&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suitcase, map, cell phone&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| {{{Roommate}}}&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Complete survey</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Complete_survey</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There are a few questions about academics, which you fill in and Mail back to the administrator. A few weeks later, you are accepted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are now at the front of the school, having been dropped off by a taxi from the airport, your parents having seen you off at the plane. You said your good byes, and are now carrying your stuff. You pull your phone out, and see your reflection in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Eagle Academy/Male|Male]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Eagle Academy/Female|Female]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{| width=&amp;quot;50%&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#4D5D53&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;100%&amp;quot; colspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| '''Day-1'''&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| {{{Gender}}}&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suitcase, cellphone&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| {{{Roommate}}}&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 16:58:09 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Complete_survey</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Transport answered</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Transport_answered</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;What is your race/ethnicity?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Complete survey|White]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Complete survey|African American]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Complete survey|Hispanic]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Complete survey|Middle Eastern]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Complete survey|Asian]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Complete survey|Native American/Pacific Islander]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{| width=&amp;quot;50%&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#4D5D53&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;100%&amp;quot; colspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| '''Date-'''&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| {{{Gender}}}&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{{Equipment}}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| {{{Roommate}}}&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Eagle Academy</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eagle_Academy</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''This is a story about the humanized characters of Angry Birds and Angry Birds: Stella going to school. Told in second person. Insert yourself.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have been accepted into a prestigious boarding school. For the next four years, from 17 to 21, your housing will be one of the dorm buildings. Your room will be shared with a roommate. Meals are served in the cafeteria. Your class schedule will be mailed to your house 2 weeks prior to the beginning of the school year, along with a list of material required. Transportation to and from school for holidays will be paid for by the school. Et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First, you must fill out a requisite survey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is your mode of transportation?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Transport answered|Car]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Transport answered|Motorcycle]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Transport answered|Bike]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{| width=&amp;quot;50%&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| {{{Gender}}}&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{{Equipment}}}&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| {{{Roommate}}}&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Panzer Schmidt. A German by the sound of it.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Panzer_Schmidt._A_German_by_the_sound_of_it.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;It's a guy named Panzer.&amp;quot; You say, causing Gale and Stella to gape at you, incredulous.  &amp;quot;Who's he?&amp;quot; Chuck asks, earning a gasp from Stella.  &amp;quot;What the fuck do you mean 'who's h…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;It's a guy named Panzer.&amp;quot; You say, causing Gale and Stella to gape at you, incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who's he?&amp;quot; Chuck asks, earning a gasp from Stella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the fuck do you mean 'who's he?'!?&amp;quot; She shouted, her accent even more noticeable. &amp;quot;Panzer is Willow's boyfriend!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, right. If you're lucky, you might get a good glance at her tits.&amp;quot; Chuck said, remembering, then grinning pervertedly. At this, Stella huffed, then stormed off with Gale. Chuck ran after them. &amp;quot;Wait, I was joking!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shaking your head, you head off to your dorm. Darting your way through the crowd, you make it. Already, there is a man with a suitcase and duffel bag. He has short blonde hair, glasses, a dark green t-shirt, and jeans. As you arrive, he turns to face you, holding out his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hallo. I'm Panzer Schmidt.&amp;quot; He says, shaking your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name) (last name).&amp;quot; You say, opening the door. Inside, there's a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the chair, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower stall, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'll take the bottom bunk.&amp;quot; Panzer said, throwing his duffel bag onto the bed. Just then, the announcement came on for first and second year lunch. &amp;quot;See ya.&amp;quot; He says, leaving. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Panzer/Lunch together|Go with him?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Panzer/Dorm alone|Stay?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#4D5D53&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;100%&amp;quot; colspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| '''Status'''&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Male&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Panzer Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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			<title>Chuck Lee. You'll have his annoying accent in your ears until next year.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Chuck_Lee._You%27ll_have_his_annoying_accent_in_your_ears_until_next_year.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You stare down at your map, unable to believe the words printed on there. Tired of waiting, Chuck looked over your shoulder, and slapped a hand on your other shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, mate, if there's a sock on the doorknob, I'm fucking Stella's brains out.&amp;quot; He half whispered into your ear. Meanwhile, Stella and Gale (both roommates now) heard him. While Gale smirked, Stella fumed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Keep that attitude up, it's your 'comics' and right hand for a month!&amp;quot; She yells, storming off with a giggling Gale. You look to Chuck, who rolls his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, I won't have to worry about that. And if you're jealous, I hear Gale's looking for a good screw.&amp;quot; He says, nudging your rib. Ignoring his filthy jokes, you make your way to your dorm, Chuck in tow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, how long has Stella been putting up with you?&amp;quot; You ask, as you near the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Three months, and I'm the one putting up with her.&amp;quot; He shoots back, as the two of you reach the dorm. &amp;quot;Her friends are crazier, and in some cases hotter, than her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You roll your eyes, and open the door. Inside, there's a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the chair, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I call the top bunk.&amp;quot; Chuck says, throwing his bag onto the bed. Just then, an announcement for first and second year lunch is made. &amp;quot;Right then, let's go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Chuck/Lunch together|Go with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Chuck/Dorm alone|Stay]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Male&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Chuck Lee&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 10:09:00 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Chuck_Lee._You%27ll_have_his_annoying_accent_in_your_ears_until_next_year.</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Chuck Lee. You'll have his annoying accent in your ears until next year.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Chuck_Lee._You%27ll_have_his_annoying_accent_in_your_ears_until_next_year.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You stare down at your map, unable to believe the words printed on there. Tired of waiting, Chuck looked over your shoulder, and slapped a hand on your other shoulder.  &amp;quot;Look, ma…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You stare down at your map, unable to believe the words printed on there. Tired of waiting, Chuck looked over your shoulder, and slapped a hand on your other shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, mate, if there's a sock on the doorknob, I'm fucking Stella's brains out.&amp;quot; He half whispered into your ear. Meanwhile, Stella and Gale (both roommates now) heard him. While Gale smirked, Stella fumed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Keep that attitude up, it's your 'comics' and right hand for a month!&amp;quot; She yells, storming off with a giggling Gale. You look to Chuck, who rolls his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, I won't have to worry about that. And if you're jealous, I hear Gale's looking for a good screw.&amp;quot; He says, nudging your rib. Ignoring his filthy jokes, you make your way to your dorm, Chuck in tow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, how long has Stella been putting up with you?&amp;quot; You ask, as you near the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Three months, and I'm the one putting up with her.&amp;quot; He shoots back, as the two of you reach the dorm. &amp;quot;Her friends are crazier, and in some cases hotter, than her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You roll your eyes, and open the door. Inside, there's a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the chair, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I call the top bunk.&amp;quot; Chuck says, throwing his bag onto the bed. Just then, an announcement for first and second year lunch is made. &amp;quot;Right then, let's go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Chuck/Lunch together|Go with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Chuck/Dorm alone|Stay]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Gender&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;8%&amp;quot;| Male&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#GGFGG&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;84%&amp;quot; rowspan=&amp;quot;3&amp;quot;| Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#OOFOO&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Roommate&lt;br /&gt;
| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Chuck Lee&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 10:08:10 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Chuck_Lee._You%27ll_have_his_annoying_accent_in_your_ears_until_next_year.</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Eagle Academy</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Eagle_Academy</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''This is a story about the humanized characters of Angry Birds and Angry Birds: Stella going to school. Told in second person. Insert yourself.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have been accepted into a prestigious boarding school. For the next four years, from 17 to 21, your housing will be one of the dorm buildings. Your room will be shared with a roommate. Meals are served in the cafeteria. Your class schedule will be mailed to your dorm. Transportation to and from school for holidays will be paid for by the school. Et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First, you must fill out a requisite survey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is your mode of transportation?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Transport answered|Car]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Transport answered|Motorcycle]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Transport answered|Bike]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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{{{Equipment}}}&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 08:59:16 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Eagle_Academy</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Bonm LeClerc. Sounds like he's French.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Bonm_LeClerc._Sounds_like_he%27s_French.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Some guy named Bonm LeClerc.&amp;quot; You say. Next to you, Gale and Stella are hugging, possibly because they are roommates.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ay, I know the mate.&amp;quot; Chuck says, not clued in on how annoying his accent is. &amp;quot;And it looks like you're in the room next to mine.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Alright, see ya later Stella.&amp;quot; You tell your new friend, and head out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and Chuck make your way to your dorm building, making small talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, how long have you and Stella been dating?&amp;quot; You ask, maneuvering through the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Going on about 3 months. Here we are.&amp;quot; He says, just as you stop at the building. Before you open the door, both of you are stopped by a hand on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All right then, who's 'Chuck Lee'?&amp;quot; You hear a German accented man behind you ask. You turn to see a blonde with glasses, a Navy SEALs shirt, and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am. So, I got a bleeding Swartzenagger wannabe?&amp;quot; Chuck asks sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I happen to be German, not Austrian. The name's Panzer. Ficken Kiwi.&amp;quot; He mutters the last part, before running into the building. While Chuck chases after, you enter your room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Inside, there's a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the chair, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror. The door opens, and you quickly turn around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a stocky dark skinned boy, around 17, in the door way with a duffel bag. He has an orange polo on, and brown cargo shorts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alo.&amp;quot; He says, with some sort of accent. &amp;quot;You're (first name) (last name)?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, that's me.&amp;quot; You respond. The guy nods, then throws his bag onto the top bunk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before either of you say anything, an announcement for first and second year lunch is made.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright frè, let's grab lunch.&amp;quot; He says, then walks off. You...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Bonm/Lunch together|Go with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/M/Bonm/Dorm alone|Stay in the dorm]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Bonm LeClerc&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 08:48:53 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Bonm_LeClerc._Sounds_like_he%27s_French.</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Matilda Kuznetsov. You have a good feeling about this.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Matilda_Kuznetsov._You_have_a_good_feeling_about_this.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Some girl named Matilda Kuznetsov. Either of you know her?&amp;quot; You ask.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Me and Willow heard of her, but Ron 'knows' her.&amp;quot; Panzer said, smirking and pointing a thumb at his red haired friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You say that as though it's a bad thing.&amp;quot; He says, cracking a grin. &amp;quot;She's a great girl. Though, here's what people see as an 'issue'. She has a habit of not wearing a bra.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; You ask. While you have walked around without a bra on, that's mostly at home, in private.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, you'll find out.&amp;quot; He says cryptically, then leaves. Panzer offers to take your bags, which you accept.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The three of you walk to your room. You find it next to the number 805. After Panzer helps carry your bags in, and runs off to help Willow, you look at your room. You see a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the bottom bunk, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You here a knock on the door, and you turn just as it opens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing there is a young woman, about 17 and looking a bit overweight, wearing a white button up shirt, a black skirt, and white tennis shoes. Atop her round face, her white hair is tied up in a bun. However, you're distracted by what you think Ron warned you about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her breasts are MASSIVE! While you have a reasonable C cup, she looks larger than any bra size you've seen. Though from what you can see, she's wearing one currently.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Um, привет, I'm Matilda Kuznetsov. Are you my roommate?&amp;quot; She asks. Stunned, you can only nod yes. &amp;quot;Are we alone in this room?&amp;quot; Again, you nod.  &amp;quot;Слава Богу! This is uncomfortable.&amp;quot; Before you can do anything, she reaches into her shirt and pulls out her bra, throwing it onto the bottom bunk, claiming it. &amp;quot;I'll be in the bathroom.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While she is in the bathroom, you decide to take a look at her undergarment on the bed. It's massive! You and Willow could fit both of your breasts into one cup. 'Combined' you think. You read the tag. It says: 36MM. You hear the toilet flush, and quickly drop the bra and back away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So what's your name?&amp;quot; She asks, coming out of the bathroom. You open your mouth to answer, when you notice her shirt damp from sweat. As it is white, you now have full view of her enormous breasts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm (first name) breast-I mean (last name)!&amp;quot; You say, momentarily slipping. She looks confused, until she notices where your eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, извините.&amp;quot; She said, blushing and covering her chest with her arms. &amp;quot;I'm from Мурманск, in Russia, and it's much warmer here than back home.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, it's in North Carolina.&amp;quot; You sarcastically remark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before Matilda can respond, you here an announcement for first and second year lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Чертов dress code, чертов heat...&amp;quot; You hear Matilda mutter, as she takes her bra to the bathroom. You consider what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/lunch alone|Go to the cafeteria]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/lunch together|Wait]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Matilda/dorm|Stay in your room]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Admin|Go to administration for a room change!]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2016 08:48:06 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>PanzerLord1943</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Talk:Matilda_Kuznetsov._You_have_a_good_feeling_about_this.</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Willow Cole. You're sure you'll be seeing a lot of Panzer, maybe more than you want.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/CREATE_YOUR_OWN_STORY/Willow_Cole._You%27re_sure_you%27ll_be_seeing_a_lot_of_Panzer,_maybe_more_than_you_want.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;PanzerLord1943:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Hey Willow, we're roommates!&amp;quot; You say, showing her your map, she looks at it, then hers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That-That's great!&amp;quot; She says, though you can tell she's nervous. Panzer places an arm over her shoulders, and kisses her check.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don't worry, meine schöne Freundin, she seems nice.&amp;quot; You hear him whisper to her. Willow must be shy about something. &amp;quot;I'll carry your bag there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, the three of you make your way to your room. You find room 804 easily enough. Stepping inside, you see a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the bottom bunk, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower stall, a sink, and a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You sure you want the bottom bunk?&amp;quot; Panzer asks, helping Willow with her bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, it's not important.&amp;quot; You tell him. You wonder why he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright. Either of you need me, my number's on Willow's phone.&amp;quot; He says, setting down the bags. Pausing for a minute to give Willow a nonverbal goodbye, Panzer walks out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Say, Willow, why do you have a hoodie on? It's nearly 80 degrees out.&amp;quot; You ask. You've been wondering that since you saw her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-Well, the th-thing is, uh.&amp;quot; She murmurs, putting her index fingers together nervously, before sighing. &amp;quot;Alright, since I have to live with you, I'll show you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, she slowly unzips her hoodie. You feel awkward, as it looks like she's stripping for you. She pulls of the hoodie, revealing a white wife beater over her, well endowed you think, chest. She turns half way to the right letting you see her shoulder. On it are the black letters I, R, and A on a green oval.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Me dad had me get it a few months ago, while I dated Panzer. He said that as his only child, I'd have to fight, and forget about 'some Kraut'.&amp;quot; She says, rubbing the tattooed area. &amp;quot;Then the RUC shot him, and I moved in with my mother in Limerick. She was overjoyed to have me, and approved of Panzer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as you placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, the announcement came on about lunch in the cafeteria for all first and second years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you go...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Lunch alone|Go to lunch]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Lunch together|Go to lunch with Willow]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...Or stay&lt;br /&gt;
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[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm|Stay by yourself]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[EA/F/Willow/Dorm together|Ask Willow to stay with you]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Cell phone, map&lt;br /&gt;
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| bgcolor=&amp;quot;#DDFDD&amp;quot; valign=&amp;quot;top&amp;quot;| Willow Cole&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Eagle Academy]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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