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			<title>Talk to him</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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You claw through your foggy thoughts while the man strolls toward you still. You finally form a coherent thought and blurt it out. “Are those contacts?” the man chuckles and continues to glide towards you. He replies “No, but do you like them?” You claw and struggle some more before glancing at his eyes again. The fog thickens and you become so lethargic, your eyes close for several seconds. He laughs again, low chimes washing over you. This brings you back to the present and you say yes, because this handsome stranger with the red eyes – you don’t understand how the answer could be no. His face begs compliments and his… no wait, he seems mad. All you did was wake up and, yes there, in his face small twitches, his eyes burn with contained fury and surprise? You want to ask why when he sprint toward you, faster than humanly possible. He read your mind, it seems, because he whispers, inches from you now, “I’m not human”. He leans forward and lunges. You gasp, then scream as impossible needles pierce your neck. His lips touch down around those sharp, whatever-they-ares, and he starts sucking? Yes that is the right word. He sucks and you can feel it in your whole being, the blood flows from the wound into his mouth. He moans, and the only word coherent is VAMPIRE. Clarity come sharp, as everything else floods away, He is a vampire, those needles are his fangs, and you are his victim. You sag, your limbs jellified and he pulls you against him to keep you up. The red of his eyes, understandable now, flashes before your eyes, but…no… it’s just sweet blessed darkness coming to claim you. “Not another one.” He sighs before you tumble down in the dust and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 23:44:54 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Talk_to_him</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Talk to him</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk_to_him</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Talk to Him  You claw through your foggy thoughts while the man strolls toward you still. You finally form a coherent thought and blurt it out. “Are those contacts?” the man …'&lt;/p&gt;
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You claw through your foggy thoughts while the man strolls toward you still. You finally form a coherent thought and blurt it out. “Are those contacts?” the man chuckles and continues to glide towards you. He replies “No, but do you like them?” You claw and struggle some more before glancing at his eyes again. The fog thickens and you become so lethargic, your eyes close for several seconds. He laughs again, low chimes washing over you. This brings you back to the present and you say yes, because this handsome stranger with the red eyes – you don’t understand how the answer could be no. His face begs compliments and his… no wait, he seems mad. All you did was wake up and, yes there, in his face small twitches, his eyes burn with contained fury and surprise? You want to ask why when he sprint toward you, faster than humanly possible. He read your mind, it seems, because he whispers, inches from you now, “I’m not human”. He leans forward and lunges. You gasp, then scream as impossible needles pierce your neck. His lips touch down around those sharp, whatever-they-ares, and he starts sucking? Yes that is the right word. He sucks and you can feel it in your whole being, the blood flows from the wound into his mouth. He moans, and the only word coherent is VAMPIRE. Clarity come sharp, as everything else floods away, He is a vampire, those needles are his fangs, and you are his victim. You sag, your limbs jellified and he pulls you against him to keep you up. The red of his eyes, understandable now, flashes before your eyes, but…no… it’s just sweet blessed darkness coming to claim you. “Not another one.” He sighs before you tumble down in the dust and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 22:00:52 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Talk_to_him</comments>		</item>
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			<title>They speak with you</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/They_speak_with_you</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;As you relish in the fact that they did not kill you for your stupidity, you overhear snippets of their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Da, da. Asa ca toti suntem de acord? Aceasta este una. Bun.*” You recognize the language as Romanian, as your mother &amp;amp; father were born there. They taught you to speak it from an early age, actually it is your first language, even today. As you hear that they know your language, you oddly feel more at home with them,yet you still have an uncanny feeling about them.&lt;br /&gt;
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“EU sunt ceea ce una?&amp;quot; (I am what one?) At your little question, the three turn fully, so that you can see their faces. You now identify the other two as a male &amp;amp; a female.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Vorbiţi cu adevărat limba, fledgeling?&amp;quot; (You speak the original toungue, fledgeling?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aceasta ne face chiar mai pozitivă.&amp;quot; (this only makes us more positive)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Uhhhh, sigur de ce? Ce?&amp;quot; (Uhhhh, sure of what? What?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yo ask around frantically of what they mean. A thousand possibilities fly throughout your mind, over 90% of them resulting in your death. As you calculate what could happen to you, you look up &amp;amp; see that the man's hand is glowing with an odd mark, your eyes go wide with anxiousness &amp;amp; fear. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The time of your awakening has come!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You hear him yell this, &amp;amp; you freeze up with fear. You close your eyes &amp;amp; curl up into a little ball on the floor, your hands covering your ears. You are in this odd position, trying desperately to become invisible, or just trying to make this all disappear. This must be a dream. Soon you feel everything getting a little less solid! You decide to open your eyes, but close them seconds after as it hurts for some reason. You start to get tired &amp;amp; you slip out of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 21:55:59 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:They_speak_with_you</comments>		</item>
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			<title>They speak with you</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/They_speak_with_you</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;As you relish in the fact that they did not kill you for your stupidity, you overhear snippets of their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Da, da. Asa ca toti suntem de acord? Aceasta este una. Bun.*” You recognize the language as Romanian, as your mother &amp;amp; father were born there. They taught you to speak it from an early age, actually it is your first language, even today. As you hear that they know your language, you oddly feel more at home with them,yet you still have an uncanny feeling about them.&lt;br /&gt;
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“EU sunt ceea ce una?&amp;quot; (I am what one?) At your little question, the three turn fully, so that you can see their faces. You now identify the other two as a male &amp;amp; a female.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Vorbiţi cu adevărat limba, fledgeling?&amp;quot; (You speak the original toungue, fledgeling?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Da&amp;quot; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aceasta ne face chiar mai pozitivă.&amp;quot; (this only makes us more positive)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Uhhhh, sigur de ce? Ce?&amp;quot; (Uhhhh, sure of what? What?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yo ask around frantically of what they mean. A thousand possibilities fly throughout your mind, over 90% of them resulting in your death. As you calculate what could happen to you, you look up &amp;amp; see that the man's hand is glowing with an odd mark, your eyes go wide with anxiousness &amp;amp; fear. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The time of your awakening has come!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You hear him yell this, &amp;amp; you freeze up with fear. You close your eyes &amp;amp; curl up into a little ball on the floor, your hands covering your ears. You are in this odd position, trying desperately to become invisible, or just trying to make this all disappear. This must be a dream. Soon you feel everything getting a little less solid! You decide to open your eyes, but close them seconds after as it hurts for some reason. You start to get tired &amp;amp; you slip out of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 21:55:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:They_speak_with_you</comments>		</item>
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			<title>They speak with you</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/They_speak_with_you</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'As you relish in the fact that they did not kill you for your stupidity, you overhear snippets of their conversation.  Da, da. Asa ca toti suntem de acord? Aceasta este una. Bun.…'&lt;/p&gt;
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Da, da. Asa ca toti suntem de acord? Aceasta este una. Bun.*” You recognize the language as Romanian, as your mother &amp;amp; father were born there. They taught you to speak it from an early age, actually it is your first language, even today. As you hear that they know your language, you oddly feel more at home with them,yet you still have an uncanny feeling about them.&lt;br /&gt;
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“EU sunt ceea ce una?&amp;quot; (I am what one?) At your little question, the three turn fully, so that you can see their faces. You now identify the other two as a male &amp;amp; a female.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Vorbiţi cu adevărat limba, fledgeling?&amp;quot; (You speak the original toungue, fledgeling?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Da&amp;quot; (yes)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aceasta ne face chiar mai pozitivă.&amp;quot; (this only makes us more positive)&lt;br /&gt;
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 &amp;quot;Uhhhh, sigur de ce? Ce?&amp;quot; (Uhhhh, sure of what? What?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yo ask around frantically of what they mean. A thousand possibilities fly throughout your mind, over 90% of them resulting in your death. As you calculate what could happen to you, you look up &amp;amp; see that the man's hand is glowing with an odd mark, your eyes go wide with anxiousness &amp;amp; fear. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The time of your awakening has come!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You hear him yell this, &amp;amp; you freeze up with fear. You close your eyes &amp;amp; curl up into a little ball on the floor, your hands covering your ears. You are in this odd position, trying desperately to become invisible, or just trying to make this all disappear. This must be a dream. Soon you feel everything getting a little less solid! You decide to open your eyes, but close them seconds after as it hurts for some reason. You start to get tired &amp;amp; you slip out of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 21:52:05 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:They_speak_with_you</comments>		</item>
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			<title>A person</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/A_person</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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Coming out of the shadows you can make out the faint shape of a person male or female, you cannot decide, but the way they seem to be stalking something, maybe even YOU, scares you immensely. They close the distance before you can barely blink and now you are definitely certain that this is a man. At first you think he’s just another creepy guy that hangs out at the cemetery until you see his crimson eyes that seem to put you in a stupor. You can barely move at this point, but he seems to notice this weakness - almost as if he were expecting it… The eyes gleam like a predator closing in on the kill…. You find it hard to utter a word yet you feel comfortable talking to him as if he were someone close to you…&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 15:01:21 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:A_person</comments>		</item>
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			<title>A person</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/A_person</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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Coming out of the shadows you can make out the faint shape of a person male or female, you cannot decide, but the way they seem to be stalking something, maybe even YOU, scares you immensely. They close the distance before you can barely blink and now you are definitely certain that this is a man. At first you think he’s just another creepy guy that hangs out at the cemetery until you see his crimson eyes that seem to put you in a stupor. You can barely move at this point, but he seems to notice this weakness - almost as if he were expecting it… The eyes gleam like a predator closing in on the kill…. You find it hard to utter a word yet you feel comfortable talking to him as if he were someone close to you…&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 14:57:55 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:A_person</comments>		</item>
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			<title>A person</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/A_person</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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Coming out of the shadows you can make out the faint shape of a person male or female, you cannot decide, but the way they seem to be stalking something, maybe even YOU, scares you immensely. They close the distance before you can barely blink and now you are definitely certain that this is a man. At first you think he’s just another creepy guy that hangs out at the cemetery until you see his crimson eyes that seem to put you in a stupor. You can barely move at this point, but he seems to notice this weakness - almost as if he were expecting it… The eyes gleam like a predator closing in on the kill…. You find it hard to utter a word yet you feel comfortable talking to him as if he were someone close to you…&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 14:47:28 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:A_person</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Go on (ending to try to run)</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_on_(ending_to_try_to_run)</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Go on (try to run)  End  …And pain sears through your arm as it tears into the flesh hungrily. You scream, the pain is unbearable. A gun goes off and the animal shrieks. You ca…'&lt;/p&gt;
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…And pain sears through your arm as it tears into the flesh hungrily. You scream, the pain is unbearable. A gun goes off and the animal shrieks. You can see a bullet wound when you push it off of your body. The caretaker grins at you, his rifle slung over his shoulder, still smoking. “Those things wander in from time to time, need to patch the fence, but don’t got the man power to do so. Know what I mean?” He grabs your uninjured arm and pulls. You cry out, not caring anymore. He leers wider at you, enjoying it. “Now what you doin’ in here at night, Ain’t you heard the rumours. They true, you know. Many people gone missing, just like you, ‘cuz they’re too damn lazy to walk the main road. That’s why it’s locked. Come on now, I’ll drive ya down to the hospital, and when you betta, we gonna fix my fence. Even I need my BEA-uty sleep.” You squint at him, trying to understand his speech. You’ve never heard someone talk with such abandon, it confuses you. But you limp after him, trying to seem more pitiful. You have a date tomorrow and, hopefully more after, and don’t want to spend your time fixing fences with a lunatic. Who is leaning so close to you that you can see his spinach supper in his teeth. You drive to the hospital with no more incidents, and a different date then hoped for the next night. You sleep like a vampire, and have a strange urge to howl at the bright full moon….&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:49:07 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Go_on_(ending_to_try_to_run)</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Try to Run</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Try_to_Run</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with ' Try to Run You dash away from the animal creature and through the yard. You weave through the trees, remembering all the times in movies where the hero was caught by running in …'&lt;/p&gt;
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You dash away from the animal creature and through the yard. You weave through the trees, remembering all the times in movies where the hero was caught by running in a straight line. Finally instinct takes over and you tear blindly through the growth. So much for the serpentine right? You trip, crashing with all your weight and speed pushing you down, flying gracefully over the offending tree root. Landing? Not so graceful. The thing, most decidedly a wolf now, stalks leisurely toward you. It mockingly snarls at you, and you are paralyzed. The moon shines down on the wolf showing off it bristling hide, silvery in the glow, and its black eyes gleam. It howls, tossing its head back, basting in the light and the hunt. It walks forward and you whimper, knowing this is the end, your end. Foam drips off its muzzle splattering on your shorts. It lunges……&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:47:18 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Try_to_Run</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Grab a sharp stick lying near you</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Grab_a_sharp_stick_lying_near_you</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Grab a sharp stick END “This wolf is a threat!” You realize as you look into its obsidian eyes that glare coldly as if peering into your soul. “I’ve got to find a way to …'&lt;/p&gt;
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“This wolf is a threat!” You realize as you look into its obsidian eyes that glare coldly as if peering into your soul. “I’ve got to find a way to save myself from this-this wolf!” You see a sharp stick out of the corner of your eye and snatch it up.&lt;br /&gt;
“Wiedersehen wolfie!*” You scream at the top of your lungs as you stab it in the heart several times the blood of the mammal pouring warmly over your hands and pooling on the ground after you finish the horrific deed. You stare coldly down at body looking at the once white but now blood red fur of the animal that breathed only moments before.&lt;br /&gt;
“Blimey I can’t believe I actually did that.” You whisper looking at your stained hands. “I killed something out of fear when it was probably just as terrified of me as I was of it.” The guilt hit your heart deeply as you fell to your knees. You lay on the ground holding the wolf’s lolling head to your chest and weeping silently until you pass out from exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;
You awake to see many men and women surrounding you with sickened expressions or cold, blank stares directly aimed at you. One women abruptly approached you.&lt;br /&gt;
“You are hereby under arrest for the murder of an endangered species.” She jeers as two men handcuff and drag you away to prison.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>Go on (you choose to fight them)</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Go on End you choose to fight the people.  You see them lunge toward you, you are now very terrified. You try to mask your fear, because you believe that these things can smell i…'&lt;/p&gt;
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You see them lunge toward you, you are now very terrified. You try to mask your fear, because you believe that these things can smell it. You throw a punch at them before their dark, cloaked shapes can reach you. Unfortunately for you, your punches seem to only hit air. You are now so terrified that you swear that you feel your heart leap into your throat along with all of your organs. You stay frozen in fear, clutching the tombstones for dear life. The leader of the shapes, the one that you saw first got to you. His face was the most horrific thing you had ever seen. His teeth had grown large &amp;amp; out of his mouth. You tried to scream in order to alert the warden of the graveyard, or someone, but to no avail. Your screams were muffled soon after they had come to life, the other two had stuffed a piece of cloth in your mouth. “I think I shall share you, as you have been far too idiotic to all of us.” Then the leader bit painfully into your neck with his sharp teeth. It felt like two exponentially shard knifes going through your neck at the same time. The feeling of pain ran all the way down your spinal cord &amp;amp; back up into your skull. Before this pain could possibly subside, you feel the same pain go through both of your arms. It goes on as you wish for it to stop &amp;amp; all be a nightmare. Your thoughts of fear get fuzzier &amp;amp; your vision goes dark. Now there is a new body in that graveyard….&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:38:42 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Go_on_(you_choose_to_fight_them)</comments>		</item>
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			<title>You choose to fight them</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You chose to fight them  You remember, for some reason the hero in your favourite movie. You remember how your hero never backs down from a fight. You also remember how when you …'&lt;/p&gt;
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You remember, for some reason the hero in your favourite movie. You remember how your hero never backs down from a fight. You also remember how when you were little your parents would tell you that you would grow up to be exactly them. You decide to, for once, listen to what your parents said. You get up &amp;amp; completely change your face, “Hey You! I am talking to you! Look this way! You are evil &amp;amp; evil doesn’t go with me!” You put up the brave face of your hero &amp;amp; hold up your hands in fists. When they are unresponsive you shout “Hey you cowards! Come fight me!” You feel proud of yourself about being just like your favourite hero. The three reply, in unison, “oh, nu vrei us lupți? You do not speak whatever gibberish they speak in so you just say “Come on let’s go! Unless you’re too weak!” You then think to yourself, ‘Wow! I bet they’re sooo hurt by that comment.’ You snap back to reality from the abyss that is your mind. You see them lunge toward you…&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:36:25 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:You_choose_to_fight_them</comments>		</item>
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			<title>A tall pale man looming toward you</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/A_tall_pale_man_looming_toward_you</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'A tall pale man looming over you  You turn around, with your feigned innocence, not expecting what you find. You see a man, tall &amp;amp; pale, as if he had never seen the light of day,…'&lt;/p&gt;
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You turn around, with your feigned innocence, not expecting what you find. You see a man, tall &amp;amp; pale, as if he had never seen the light of day, looming over you. You open your eyes wide, your happy crying abruptly halted, your face now contains nothing but a look of pure surprise &amp;amp; horror. You swear that you see the man’s odd red eyes glow, illuminating the tombstones in their harsh red light. You look around and somehow there are two more, these red eyed people, staring at you. You are frozen in fear, all the fighting arts training that you received flooding out of your mind. You curse yourself for not believing what your friends said about this place. As you stare at them in cold blooded shock, your brain chooses to remember genotypes &amp;amp; phenotypes along with genetic mutations. As you start to call yourself out on your uselessness, you receive a push to remember from your brain. You remember that some people just have red eyes because of their genes, but you are sure that they do not glow. You then think to yourself about those kids in your classes that wear colour contacts for some reason, perhaps these ones are contacts that glow in the dark? As you debate with yourself you fail to realize the three that the menacing faces were conversing quietly together. You open your mouth, as if to speak several time until you finally make a sound, “Uhhhh.” When you make the odd, small, sound, the three turn towards you expectantly. “Umm are those, uh cool, uh eye things? Contacts! Are they contacts for your eyes?” The three stare at you with blank expressions, almost looking bored, after about 10 agonizing seconds of them staring at you, they return to their private conversation in hushed tones.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:32:06 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:A_tall_pale_man_looming_toward_you</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The warden of the grave yard</title>
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You turn &amp;amp; see exactly what you were expecting, the warden. He is a short, fat man with the red face of a person who has been drinking heavily.  Instead of a police stick, he is holding a green glass bottle which once held liquor. He shakes the bottle at you &amp;amp; yells in an annoyed voice, “What do you think that you are the doing interrupting my drinking!” You tell him about your dear lost relative &amp;amp; he tells you, “Just go visit her during hours you little brat”&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, sir of course, I was just very excited about seeing my relative after all these years. I’ll get out of your hair now.” After you say this you run toward the end of the cemetery &amp;amp; climb over it. After this you walk home leisurely, and smugly.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:28:28 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_warden_of_the_grave_yard</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The warden of the grave yard</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'The warden of the graveyard You turn &amp;amp; see exactly what you were expecting, the warden. He is a short, fat man with the red face of a person who has been drinking heavily.  Inste…'&lt;/p&gt;
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You turn &amp;amp; see exactly what you were expecting, the warden. He is a short, fat man with the red face of a person who has been drinking heavily.  Instead of a police stick, he is holding a green glass bottle which once held liquor. He shakes the bottle at you &amp;amp; yells in an annoyed voice, “What do you think that you are the doing interrupting my drinking!” You tell him about your dear lost relative &amp;amp; he tells you, “Just go visit her during hours you little brat”&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, sir of course, I was just very excited about seeing my relative after all these years. I’ll get out of your hair now.” After you say this you run toward the end of the cemetery &amp;amp; climb over it. After this you walk home leisurely, and smugly.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:25:56 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_warden_of_the_grave_yard</comments>		</item>
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			<title>A person</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'A Person Coming out of the shadows you can make out the faint shape of a person male or female, you cannot decide, but the way they seem to be stalking something, maybe even YOU,…'&lt;/p&gt;
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Coming out of the shadows you can make out the faint shape of a person male or female, you cannot decide, but the way they seem to be stalking something, maybe even YOU, scares you immensely. They close the distance before you can barely blink and now you are definitely certain that this is a man. At first you think he’s just another creepy guy that hangs out at the cemetery until you see his crimson eyes that seem to put you in a stupor. You can barely move at this point, but he seems to notice this weakness - almost as if he were expecting it… The eyes gleam like a predator closing in on the kill…. You find it hard to utter a word yet you feel comfortable talking to him as if he were someone close to you…&lt;br /&gt;
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You charge towards the closest marking and hide behind it. You turn towards the path and stifle your breath. You can barely contain your excitement…. and your fear. You reek of it and it seems like the thing in the shadows can smell it. Wants it. It lopes toward you at an easy pace, like a hunter finishing off the easy kill. You can see the shape begin to materialize, and decide that it is animalistic rather than human. You relax, thinking that it’s just a wolf or a bobcat that wandered through a gap in the fence. It snarls at you and bares its sharp, long, white teeth prepared to attack. How do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
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You charge towards the closest marking and hide behind it. You turn towards the path and stifle your breath. You can barely contain your excitement…. and your fear. You reek of it and it seems like the thing in the shadows can smell it. Wants it. It lopes toward you at an easy pace, like a hunter finishing off the easy kill. You can see the shape begin to materialize, and decide that it is animalistic rather than human. You relax, thinking that it’s just a wolf or a bobcat that wandered through a gap in the fence. It snarls at you and bares its sharp, long, white teeth prepared to attack. How do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:13:24 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:An_animal</comments>		</item>
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			<title>An animal</title>
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You charge towards the closest marking and hide behind it. You turn towards the path and stifle your breath. You can barely contain your excitement…. and your fear. You reek of it and it seems like the thing in the shadows can smell it. Wants it. It lopes toward you at an easy pace, like a hunter finishing off the easy kill. You can see the shape begin to materialize, and decide that it is animalistic rather than human. You relax, thinking that it’s just a wolf or a bobcat that wandered through a gap in the fence. It snarls at you and bares its sharp, long, white teeth prepared to attack. How do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:11:41 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:An_animal</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Run Home</title>
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You get scared by the footfalls which seem to get closer &amp;amp; closer toward you. You run the fastest you have ever ran &amp;amp; climbed the gate, quick with fear. You have always told the people who tell you not to go into the cemetery at night because of all the urban legends surrounding it, “Oh, please none of that is true.” Now, you may be starting to believe them. You run the rest of the way home &amp;amp; slam the door shut locking it, along with putting a chair in front of the door so that it blocks the door handle. Your roommate, lazily eating pizza while watching television, notices your expression and asks you, “Hey, is there something wrong?” you quickly lie knowing that your roommate would never let it go if you told them what you saw. Your roommate was one of the people who would go camping through that graveyard, actually hoping to see the thing that was following you. “I just saw, uh, some guy who was, uh, who looked like he was a mugger. Yeah.” As you babbled on about the “mugger”, who in hindsight could have actually been the thing following you, your roommate tired of the story and went to the kitchen to get you some pizza and soda. You sighed in relief, at least your home safe now.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:07:05 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Run_Home</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Run Home</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Run away  You get scared by the footfalls which seem to get closer &amp;amp; closer toward you. You run the fastest you have ever ran &amp;amp; climbed the gate, quick with fear. You have always…'&lt;/p&gt;
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You get scared by the footfalls which seem to get closer &amp;amp; closer toward you. You run the fastest you have ever ran &amp;amp; climbed the gate, quick with fear. You have always told the people who tell you not to go into the cemetery at night because of all the urban legends surrounding it, “Oh, please none of that is true.” Now, you may be starting to believe them. You run the rest of the way home &amp;amp; slam the door shut locking it, along with putting a chair in front of the door so that it blocks the door handle. Your roommate, lazily eating pizza while watching television, notices your expression and asks you, “Hey, is there something wrong?” you quickly lie knowing that your roommate would never let it go if you told them what you saw. Your roommate was one of the people who would go camping through that graveyard, actually hoping to see the thing that was following you. “I just saw, uh, some guy who was, uh, who looked like he was a mugger. Yeah.” As you babbled on about the “mugger”, who in hindsight could have been there, your roommate tired of the story and went to the kitchen to get you some pizza and soda. You sighed in relief, at least your home safe now.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:06:10 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Run_Home</comments>		</item>
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You are pretty decent in the fighting arts, &amp;amp; you are quite sure that the footsteps are coming from the warden of the graveyard, coming to bust you for being here after hours. You know that if you run, then you would only get into more trouble so if you stayed still &amp;amp; talked yourself out of it you wouldn’t have to waste your precious time. You stop &amp;amp; stand still, formulating what you’re going to say to get yourself out of trouble. “I’m so sorry officer, it’s just that my roommate is very sick &amp;amp; needed my assistance. I even ran out of class early” the alternative excuse being, “oh I do apologize, it’s just that I only yesterday figured out that the tombstone for (whoever was there) was here &amp;amp; they were a very dear relative of mine,” after this you don’t elaborate unless asked because doing that almost always sounds suspicious. You decide to go with the dead relative excuse, you force your eyes to get teary &amp;amp; you push your face to look exceedingly sad, yet happy at the same time. When the footsteps stop &amp;amp; you feel a hot breath go down your back. You turn and see...&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 02:17:07 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Stop_%26_wait_for_whatever_is_making_the_sound_to_come_to_you</comments>		</item>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Stop &amp;amp; wait for whatever is making the sound to come to you  You are pretty decent in the fighting arts, &amp;amp; you are quite sure that the footsteps are coming from the warden of the…'&lt;/p&gt;
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You are pretty decent in the fighting arts, &amp;amp; you are quite sure that the footsteps are coming from the warden of the graveyard, coming to bust you for being here after hours. You know that if you run, then you would only get into more trouble so if you stayed still &amp;amp; talked yourself out of it you wouldn’t have to waste your precious time. You stop &amp;amp; stand still, formulating what you’re going to say to get yourself out of trouble. “I’m so sorry officer, it’s just that my roommate is very sick &amp;amp; needed my assistance. I even ran out of class early” the alternative excuse being, “oh I do apologize, it’s just that I only yesterday figured out that the tombstone for (whoever was there) was here &amp;amp; they were a very dear relative of mine,” after this you don’t elaborate unless asked because doing that almost always sounds suspicious. You decide to go with the dead relative excuse, you force your eyes to get teary &amp;amp; you push your face to look exceedingly sad, yet happy at the same time. When the footsteps stop &amp;amp; you feel a hot breath go down your back. You turn and see...&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>Investigate what is following you</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Investigate_what_is_following_you</link>
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&lt;div&gt;Investigate what’s Behind You&lt;br /&gt;
“For the love of all that roams the Earth.” You thought to yourself as you heard the footfalls behind you. “I best figure out what’s chasing after me.” You quickened your pace ever so slightly and cower behind the nearest gravestone. You hear the thing behind you and panic. To calm yourself you try to decipher what is etched on the marble. But it nears faster than you anticipated. You see a dark figure…. You see:&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 02:10:05 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Investigate_what_is_following_you</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Welcome to rise to power. To start off let's get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:42:39 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Welcome to rise to power. To start off let's get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:41:53 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The Main Road</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/The_Main_Road</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Your journey has ended traveler. You walked home without any action and after a delicious and hearty supper you decided to head to bed to begin another of the remaining boring an…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Your journey has ended traveler. You walked home without any action and after a delicious and hearty supper you decided to head to bed to begin another of the remaining boring and uneventful days of your life even as you did die young. The mosquitoes had quite a feast as well…&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:40:53 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_Main_Road</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The Cemetery--</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/The_Cemetery--</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Since you are quite tired from a long day of work, you decide to go through the cemetery. That, and you are saving up your money for a new video game system, so you can’t pay the bus or cab fee. You carefully &amp;amp; tentatively climb over the gate surrounding the grave yard. This task is fairly easy as you have taken this short cut before to get home. You walk through the cemetery, finding it peaceful instead of creepy. As you are about to get halfway through the garden of remembrance, you hear a strange noise, almost like footsteps following you.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:39:09 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_Cemetery--</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The Cemetery--</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/The_Cemetery--</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Since you are quite tired from a long day of classes, you decide to go through the cemetery. That, and you are saving up your money for a new video game system, so you can’t pa…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Since you are quite tired from a long day of classes, you decide to go through the cemetery. That, and you are saving up your money for a new video game system, so you can’t pay the bus or cab fee. You carefully &amp;amp; tentatively climb over the gate surrounding the grave yard. This task is fairly easy as you have taken this short cut before to get home. You walk through the cemetery, finding it peaceful instead of creepy. As you are about to get halfway through the garden of remembrance, you hear a strange noise, almost like footsteps following you.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:37:23 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_Cemetery--</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Female adventurer</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alright, so you are a female &amp;amp; wish to use feminine pronouns. If you would like to be referred t by the male pronouns please click [[male adventurer]].&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:34:48 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Female_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Welcome to rise to power. To start off let's get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;
What gender are you? This will not affect the story, just to know which pronouns to use.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:30:29 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The Cemetery</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/The_Cemetery</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Since you are quite tired from a long day of classes, you decide to go through the cemetery. That, and you are saving up your money for a new video game system, so you can’t pay the bus or cab fee. You carefully &amp;amp; tentatively climb over the gate surrounding the grave yard. This task is fairly easy as you have taken this short cut before to get home. You walk through the cemetery, finding it peaceful instead of creepy. As you are about to get halfway through the garden of remembrance, you hear a strange noise, almost like footsteps following you.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:56:59 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_Cemetery</comments>		</item>
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			<title>The Cemetery</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/The_Cemetery</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Since you are quite tired from a long day of classes, you decide to go through the cemetery. That, and you are saving up your money for a new video game system, so you can’t pa…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Since you are quite tired from a long day of classes, you decide to go through the cemetery. That, and you are saving up your money for a new video game system, so you can’t pay the bus or cab fee. You carefully &amp;amp; tentatively climb over the gate surrounding the grave yard. This task is fairly easy as you have taken this short cut before to get home. You walk through the cemetery, finding it peaceful instead of creepy. As you are about to get halfway through the garden of remembrance, you hear a strange noise, almost like footsteps following you.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:56:24 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:The_Cemetery</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Are out of school, university &amp; college completely</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Are_out_of_school,_university_%26_college_completely</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your apartment one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosquitoes swarming over your head. To the left is a cemetery with morbid yet beautiful tombstones to guide you through. A light mist hangs over the graves and it is frankly bug-free. This path cuts the distance you must travel in half but many rumors of monsters and other villainous creatures surround the resting place and the entrances to the cemetery are all padlocked closed for the evening. You hear these rumors from your friends who are engrossed in the subject. The gate, however, is very easy to climb and it tantalizes you when the wind changes, cloaking you in the sweet cold air of the yard, and sweeping away the pests. You have an easy choice you can either climb the gate and cross through the cemetery or walk the rest of the way home down the winding main road.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:54:03 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Are_out_of_school,_university_%26_college_completely</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Are out of school, university &amp; college completely</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Are_out_of_school,_university_%26_college_completely</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Start The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your apartment one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosq…'&lt;/p&gt;
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The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your apartment one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosquitoes swarming over your head. To the left is a cemetery with morbid yet beautiful tombstones to guide you through. A light mist hangs over the graves and it is frankly bug-free. This path cuts the distance you must travel in half but many rumors of monsters and other villainous creatures surround the resting place and the entrances to the cemetery are all padlocked closed for the evening. You hear these rumors from your friends who are engrossed in the subject. The gate, however, is very easy to climb and it tantalizes you when the wind changes, cloaking you in the sweet cold air of the yard, and sweeping away the pests. You have an easy choice you can either climb the gate and cross through the cemetery or walk the rest of the way home down the winding main road.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:53:01 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Are_out_of_school,_university_%26_college_completely</comments>		</item>
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			<title>School (grades1-12)</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/School_(grades1-12)</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Start The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your dorm one evening from class. You live away from your parents because they decided to move while you wanted to stay and…'&lt;/p&gt;
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The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your dorm one evening from class. You live away from your parents because they decided to move while you wanted to stay and finnish school. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosquitoes swarming over your head. To the left is a cemetery with morbid yet beautiful tombstones to guide you through. A light mist hangs over the graves and it is frankly bug-free. This path cuts the distance you must travel in half but many rumors of monsters and other villainous creatures surround the resting place and the entrances to the cemetery are all padlocked closed for the evening. You hear these rumors from your friends who are engrossed in the subject. The gate, however, is very easy to climb and it tantalizes you when the wind changes, cloaking you in the sweet cold air of the yard, and sweeping away the pests. You have an easy choice you can either climb the gate and cross through the cemetery or walk the rest of the way home down the winding main road.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:52:02 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:School_(grades1-12)</comments>		</item>
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			<title>College/university (grad)</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Start The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your apartment one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosq…'&lt;/p&gt;
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The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your apartment one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosquitoes swarming over your head. To the left is a cemetery with morbid yet beautiful tombstones to guide you through. A light mist hangs over the graves and it is frankly bug-free. This path cuts the distance you must travel in half but many rumors of monsters and other villainous creatures surround the resting place and the entrances to the cemetery are all padlocked closed for the evening. You hear these rumors from your friends who are engrossed in the subject. The gate, however, is very easy to climb and it tantalizes you when the wind changes, cloaking you in the sweet cold air of the yard, and sweeping away the pests. You have an easy choice you can either climb the gate and cross through the cemetery or walk the rest of the way home down the winding main road.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[The Cemetery]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:49:37 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:College/university_(grad)</comments>		</item>
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			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/College/university_(undergrad)</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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The evening is dark and cool as you walk back to your apartment one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosquitoes swarming over your head. To the left is a cemetery with morbid yet beautiful tombstones to guide you through. A light mist hangs over the graves and it is frankly bug-free. This path cuts the distance you must travel in half but many rumors of monsters and other villainous creatures surround the resting place and the entrances to the cemetery are all padlocked closed for the evening. You hear these rumors from your friends who are engrossed in the subject. The gate, however, is very easy to climb and it tantalizes you when the wind changes, cloaking you in the sweet cold air of the yard, and sweeping away the pests. You have an easy choice you can either climb the gate and cross through the cemetery or walk the rest of the way home down the winding main road.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:48:30 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:College/university_(undergrad)</comments>		</item>
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			<title>College/university (undergrad)</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/College/university_(undergrad)</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Alright, it's time to finally start the story:   Start  The evening is dark and cool as you walked home one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humid…'&lt;/p&gt;
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The evening is dark and cool as you walked home one evening from class. Home is over three agonizing miles away, the humidity hanging over you like the mosquitoes swarming over your head. To the left is a cemetery with morbid yet beautiful tombstones to guide you through. A light mist hangs over the graves and it is frankly bug-free. This path cuts the distance you must travel in half but many rumors of monsters and other villainous creatures surround the resting place and the entrances to the cemetery are all padlocked closed for the evening. The gate, however, is very easy to climb and it tantalizes you when the wind changes, cloaking you in the sweet cold air of the yard, and sweeping away the pests. You have an easy choice you can either climb the gate and cross through the cemetery or walk the rest of the way home down the winding main road.&lt;br /&gt;
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			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Male_adventurer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alright, you are a male adventurer and wish to use masculine pronouns. If you wish to use feminine pronouns please click [[female adventurer]].&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we know that, please choose if you are in school, college/university (undergrad), college/university (grad), or are out of school, university &amp;amp; college completely.&lt;br /&gt;
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rise to power&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:42:10 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Male_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Male_adventurer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alright, you are a male adventurer and wish to use masculine pronouns. If you wish to use feminine pronouns please click [[female adventurer]].&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we know that, please choose if you are in school, college/university (undergrad), college/university (grad), or are out of school, university &amp;amp; college completely.&lt;br /&gt;
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rise to power&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:41:26 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Male_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Male adventurer</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Male_adventurer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alright, you are a male adventurer and wish to use masculine pronouns. If you wish to use feminine pronouns please click [[female adventurer]].&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we know that, please choose if you are in school, college/university (undergrad), college/university (grad), or are out of school, university &amp;amp; college completely.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:37:45 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Male_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Male adventurer</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Male_adventurer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Alright, you are a male adventurer and wish to use masculine pronouns. OIf you wish to use feminine pronouns please'&lt;/p&gt;
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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:34:19 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Male_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Welcome to rise to power. To start off let's get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;
What gender are you? This will not affect the story, just to know which pronouns to use.&lt;br /&gt;
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rise to power&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:33:07 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Female adventurer</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Female_adventurer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alright, so you are a female &amp;amp; wish to use feminine pronouns. If you would like to be referred t by the male pronouns please click [[male adventurer]].&lt;br /&gt;
Next, please click if you are in School, College/University (undergrad), College/University (grad), of are out of College\University &amp;amp; are past that.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:32:32 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Female_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Female adventurer</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Female_adventurer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Alright, so you are a female &amp;amp; wish to use feminine pronouns. If you would like to be referred t by the male pronouns please click male adventurer.'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Alright, so you are a female &amp;amp; wish to use feminine pronouns. If you would like to be referred t by the male pronouns please click [[male adventurer]].&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:29:36 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Female_adventurer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Welcome to rise to power. To start off let's get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;
What gender are you? This will not affect the story, just to know which pronouns to use.&lt;br /&gt;
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rise to power&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:26:55 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Welcome to rise to power. to start off let's get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;
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rise to power&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:25:18 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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What gender are you?&lt;br /&gt;
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[[you don't need to know adventurer]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:24:32 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Rise to Power</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Rise_to_Power</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;JackTheWriter:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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[[female adventurer]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[you don't need to know adventurer]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:24:07 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>JackTheWriter</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Rise_to_Power</comments>		</item>
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