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			<title>SEARCH THE APARTMENT</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;MattJeevasHasMail:&amp;#32;The main character sees himself for the first time since getting amnesia.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Since the woman seemed to know you, you reason it's more than likely there's something in her apartment that could clue you in on your identity. It's a large apartment, and it looks like a tornado has hit, but you figure you can go through it pretty thoroughly before she returns. You see some photo albums on a small table not too far away and decide to start by looking at them. You wander over, navigating around all the junk on the floor, when you realize something.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have no idea what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your can't even tell what color your hair is. There's no way you could recognize yourself in a photo! Before you could go through them you'd have to find a mirror. You look around, attempting to find one in the living room. There isn't one. You decide that the bathroom probably has one. You grab the top photo album and make your way to a bathroom at the back of the room. The light is off, and you are forced to find a light switch. When you manage to, it flickers and doesn't light well.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a mirror. You look to it. Injuries aside, you're not that bad. At some point someone probably thought you were handsome. You look younger than you thought you would, around 12 or 13. Your hair is a light brown tinted green and your eyes are brown. You commit your apearance to memory and sit on the toilet. The girl who lived in the apartment kept her toilet seat down.    &lt;br /&gt;
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You place the album in your lap and tentatively open it to the first page. There are three pictures. One is of a child who is most obviously the girl living the apartment. She's holding a basket and staring at the camera with a blank expression.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second is of a man who appears to be in his twenties. He looks extremely excited. His pose reveals nothing significant, and the background had been cut out. He's wearing Victorian clothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The third was of the two together, though the girl appeared as who she had in her apartment. She was no longer a child. It looked posed, and there was no background.&lt;br /&gt;
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You turn the page again, and there are only two pictures. The first of the two from before and one other person. Who is mostly definitely you! You look happy in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next one is even stanger. It's of you and the man, and you're kissing him! He looks happy, but you don't. Did the guy like you? Had you been gay?&lt;br /&gt;
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You turn through the rest of the pages. There're all blank. You begin wondering if you should leave, but you want to look through more of her stuff. You were even beginning to wonder if you should just stay in the woman's apartment and confront her when she returns. &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Leave the apatment]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Continue looking, but vow to leave soon]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Decide to stay and confront the woman when she returns]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 20:23:04 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>MattJeevasHasMail</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:SEARCH_THE_APARTMENT</comments>		</item>
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			<title>EAT YOUR DOUGHNUT</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;MattJeevasHasMail:&amp;#32;THE END&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You are dumb enough to try to eat your donut in front of the cops. Within a few moments you are accused of stealing the donut and are carted off to jail.&lt;br /&gt;
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THE END.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 19:28:56 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>MattJeevasHasMail</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:EAT_YOUR_DOUGHNUT</comments>		</item>
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			<title>You wake up with your mind in a haze....</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/You_wake_up_with_your_mind_in_a_haze....</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;MattJeevasHasMail:&amp;#32;I added a new character.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;When you awake the first thing you notice is how cold it is. You're inside, but it's freezing. You stare blankly at the personality-less wall in front of you for what feels like hours, vaguely trying to recall what had been going on before you woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reality hits just when the blinding light does. You throw yourself into a sitting position, searching frantically for a sign of either of the men who had been previously tormenting you. To your relief, there is none. You begin to slide off the wooden table you woke up on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, well, you've outdone yourself this time, Jamie.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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However, to your chagrin, there are signs of someone else. You had been in such a hurry that you had forgotten that someone had to be in there. Lights don't turn themselves on. This one did seem to know you, but he didn't seem friendly. He looks strange, and he's dressed in mostly Victorian clothing. He even has one of those hand crafted canes everyone who had money carried around around back then. His hair is shoulder length and wavy. He seems to be in about his twenties.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before you can do much he sits down next to you, examining your face closely, &amp;quot;You really had me worried.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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You feel a need to wretch yourself away from him, but he doesn't seem to realize that you don't remember him. If you play along he may reveal who you are and what's going on. On the other hand, you could simply ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Try and get away]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Play along with him]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Ask him]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 19:23:55 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>MattJeevasHasMail</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:You_wake_up_with_your_mind_in_a_haze....</comments>		</item>
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