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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Banished/Roadside_boxing,_kick</id>
		<title>Banished/Roadside boxing, kick</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T03:09:38Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You kick him straight in the face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not your fault, they're forcing you, it's you or him. That's what you tell yourself as you see his blood on the dusty asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good girl,&amp;quot; says the saergent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few more moments pass, as you all stand in quiet discomfort while the gendarmes exchange comments about the fight. One of the soldiers walk up behind you and you feel him fidgeting with the keys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Careful with that ass out there, a lot of dudes are going to want a piece of it. And I don't just mean figuratively.&amp;quot; He give you one last squeeze on your butt, and opens the cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few moments later, you're all uncuffed and holding your backpacks, with the exception of the old man. His backpack has instead gone to the tatooed guy, who&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Banished]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Banished/Roadside_boxing,_defend</id>
		<title>Banished/Roadside boxing, defend</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T02:57:37Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You stand on your toes, reday for whatever he might pull, as he lunges forward to try and tackle you. You try to dodge and kick him, but are at a disadvantage, hes so big and so strong, and he just changes his path of destruction a little to the left and tackles you. You both fall, and he ends up on top of you. You fight like a cat and manage to bite his cheek, but he head butts you so hard that you see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Enough, enough&amp;quot;, you hear and he's being pulled away. One of the gandermes help you to your feet and pats your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good fighting.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You spit blood on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Banished]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Banished/Start_walking,_start_walking,_surprise</id>
		<title>Banished/Start walking, start walking, surprise</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T02:52:57Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You walk side by side for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, what did I say?&amp;quot; he says triumphantly and points backwards, towards the group that you left behind. You turn to look, but see nothing. You realize to late that it was just a diversion, and then something hits you hard in the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You black out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Banished]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Banished/Roadside_boxing,_groin_kick</id>
		<title>Banished/Roadside boxing, groin kick</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T02:42:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You rush forward, moving from side to side so that he won't know from where the attack will be coming from, delivering a strong kick straight to his nuts. He slumps to the ground with a pathetic groan and ends up lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fights are done, and you're the winner! What remains is to see who's the big looser. The last fight is between the pretty blond and the old drunkard, but the latter is bleeding and seems out of stamina. She manages to headbutt him on his wound and he screams and slumps to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kick him!&amp;quot; barks a soldier, and she does, spilling his blood on the dusty asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fights are over and the gendarmes are laughing, while your fellow prisoners looks beat and horrified. The one exception is the tatooed guy, who has a look of total ice. No emotion at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you..?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Start walking, try to join group|You try to join the group that's walking down the road.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Start walking, try to join man|You try to join the tatooed guy that's walking towards the hills]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Start walking, on your own|Fuck those guys, you'll make it easier on your own.]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Banished]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Banished/Arrival</id>
		<title>Banished/Arrival</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T02:34:00Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You find yourself on a old free way, cutting straight through a dry, bleak landscape. The ground is cracked. A hundred old car wrecks line the roadroad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You and seven other people stand in a line, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes, exchanging some light-hearted banter and you hear one taking a leak behind the vehicle; they wear black uniforms, barretts, combat vests and are heavily armed. They're cheerful. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and even though you don't know each other, you and your brothers and sisters in misery exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The saergent steps forward. A cigarette is dangling from his mouth, and you see your reflection in his sun glasses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We've got some presents for you.&amp;quot; They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile. &amp;quot;But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;One of you is going to be the ''gimp''. He won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Four stones are placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You're going to step in the ring and slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's lost. The ''winner'' will get the extra backpack. The loser won't get shit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Roadside boxing, awsome!|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Roadside boxing, enough|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. &amp;quot;I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight.&amp;quot;]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Banished]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Banished/The_Wasteland</id>
		<title>Banished/The Wasteland</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T02:16:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, she's gorgeous.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, ''que sera sera'': Whatever will be, will be. The ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The APC stops.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot.&amp;quot; You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The hood is pulled of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Banished/Arrival|You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Banished]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Badlands</id>
		<title>Badlands</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T01:15:48Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There is no limits to this story, make it as gory and semen stained as you like. - Elle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== '''&amp;lt;font color=green&amp;gt;Badlands&amp;lt;/font color&amp;gt;''' ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The year is 2305. Australia was decimated by nuclear war in the year 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Australia has almost returned to its original landscape before human civilization. In big cities like Brisbane, the plant life and buildings have become entwined. In 2280, humans started to appear out of the fallout shelters. They had come out to reclaim the land again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life for humans is beginning all over. Mutations have claimed many parts of their once-great civilization; giant cockroaches, massive crocodiles and blood-thirsty koalas greeted the humans who emerged. Humans realize that for the first time in a long time they are not the top of the food chain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Australian colonies have started to take shape. Many people are numb from the long stay in shelters, and many are insane. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is where you come in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You wake hazy, your brain floating inside your head. Rolling to one side, you throw up. Someone had hit you hard, so hard you can't remember a thing... let alone a name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hang on, what gender are you anyway?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[a Bloke]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[a Sheila]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Badlands]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Grab_a_gun</id>
		<title>Grab a gun</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-16T01:13:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;Blanked the page&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Alexandra_Mills,_17</id>
		<title>Alexandra Mills, 17</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-11T03:10:22Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Wake Up ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your head is spinning. (''What time is it?'') You ask yourself as you groggily blink your eyes awake. (''Shit.'') Beside you is your shitty flip phone you're barely managing to afford, its screen blinks the time: 10:13 am. Slowly hurling yourself up, you sit up the bed eyeing your crap one room apartment. The corners, ceiling and parts of the wall are mouldy and dirty and half the appliances you own barely work, not to mention the sea of trash scattered throughout the floor. Reluctantly, you face the mirror, noticing that you're almost fully nude and your dark brunette hair is messed with knots and tangles making you look like absolute shit. Fuck, you pretty much smell like shit too, since the shower broke a month ago and you hardly have the money to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You check your phone to see if you have any messages for some kind of job or anything that pays. But sadly all you find is stupid junk mail, a few advertising penis enlargement (''Like I don't have a big enough penis already, fucktards''), a few chainmails (''Imma fucking go on a killing spree if you keep coming back on my emails again'') and mostly sex site advertisements (''do these women get paid alot to do porn, should I do porn?''). You sigh and place the phone back on the side leaving you to wonder what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What should you do now:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fuck this imma sleep in.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Shit I gotta head to school. ]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Imma head out, do my ballshit job(s)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fuck my life man...]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Feel Good]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Feel_Good</id>
		<title>Feel Good</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-11T02:55:38Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hello and welcome to '''Feel Good''', an adult text based game. In this, you will be playing the role of many people each with different personalities. Go ahead, choose:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Disclaimer: Even if otherwise stated, all characters are above the age of 18 for legal and moral reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Alexandra Mills, 17]]: A girl from the rough side of town who acts tough to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Alison Manning, 20]]: A college girl who's had enough of being a prude virgin.&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Anita Melbourne, 34]]: Widowed and horny, she seeks the loving of younger men.&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Catherine Alliser, 18]]: A rich girl who often finds interesting ways to get the best of her sterility.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are welcome to add more characters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or if you prefer something much more kinky:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cindy Hallford, 13]]: A little girl who has much to learn about the adult world.&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Estolinda, 418]]: A demon who's risen from the depths of hell to take men's souls.&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Leslie Lesbinas, ??]]: A woman just seeking the thrill and company of other women.&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Feel Good]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Feel_Good</id>
		<title>Feel Good</title>
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				<updated>2016-03-11T02:53:30Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Czarzs:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Hello and welcome to '''Feel Good''', an adult text based game. In this, you will be playing the role of many people each with different personalities. Go ahead, choose:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Disclaimer: Even if otherwise stated, all characters are above the age of 18 for legal and moral reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Alexandra Mills, 17]] (A girl from the rough side of town who acts tough to survive)&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Alison Manning, 20]] (A college girl who's had enough of being a prude virgin)&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Anita Melbourne, 34]] (Widowed and horny, she seeks the loving of younger men)&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Catherine Alliser, 18]] (A rich girl who often finds interesting ways to get the best of her sterility)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are welcome to add more characters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or if you prefer something much more kinky:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Cindy Hallford, 13]] (A little girl who has much to learn about the adult world)&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Estolinda, 418]] (A demon who's risen from the depths of hell to take men's souls)&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Leslie Lesbinas, ??]] (A woman just seeking the thrill and company of other women)&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Feel Good]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Czarzs</name></author>	</entry>

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