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			<title>Wdyw/Handle it yourself</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'She urges you not to call the cops, and you know how slow the justice system can be so you agree. She thinks that is the end of the conversation, but you have more planned in you…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;She urges you not to call the cops, and you know how slow the justice system can be so you agree. She thinks that is the end of the conversation, but you have more planned in your mind. Once she goes to sleep, you are going to go take care of Todd. Heather can see the spark in your eye and goes to the other room. She returns with some extra strength Nyquil and puts some in Carla's drink. She takes it like a shot without even knowing what it was. This girl is really strange. She is out within ten minutes. Heather promises to stay with her and wishes you good luck. You put on gloves and grab an old shovel from the closet. You take your bike instead of your car to avoid anyone seeing your license plate or anything like that and start riding to Todd and Carla's house. It is only a few miles from your place and you are there within thirty minutes. There is a light on in the living room, so you know he is home. You grab the pepper spray from your pocket and hold the shovel behind your back before knocking on the door. Todd answers it and you spray him in the face with the pepper spray. He screams out and you kick him inside, closing the door behind you. You throw him to the ground and start beating him up with your fists. He is writing in pain and you stop. You scream at him for hitting Carla and he is yelling sorry, but you know its just words to him. &lt;br /&gt;
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You pull the shovel out and he hears the clink of the metal on the ground. You tell him you are going to kill him and freaks out. He gets up and tries to run but he is still blinded. You grab him and tie him to a chair. He is bawling, but you can't tell if the tears are from the pepper spray or not. You don't know if you have it in yourself to kill this sick douche and start to doubt yourself. Then you remember Carla's bloody face and her real tears. You take the shovel and swing it with full force at his neck. You hit the artery and he is dead. You pause for a moment at what you just did. Then realize you need to get rid of the evidence. You turn on the gas stove, take a match from your pocket and set fire to the house. As you walk away, the place gets engulfed in flames. You hurry home and clean yourself up. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody ever suspects you and it gets blamed on Todd leaving the gas on. You don't feel remorse for him, but Carla is still distraught. You continue working at the company and do successful. You and Heather get married and have a son. You raise him to treat women right and he does. He marries a sweet girl from Nevada and has three kids. You die at 82 before Heather and cry on your deathbed about leaving her, but she will be okay. &lt;br /&gt;
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back to beginning: [[What Do You Want To Do?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 02:26:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Handle_it_yourself</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Call the cops</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Call_the_cops</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'While Carla is sleeping in your guest room, you and Heather decide to call the police. You cannot handle another late night visit because of Todd. You dial and detail what you kn…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;While Carla is sleeping in your guest room, you and Heather decide to call the police. You cannot handle another late night visit because of Todd. You dial and detail what you know happened, and they tell you they will be there soon. Another knock on the door and the cops are here. You wake Carla and she sees the officer. She looks at you with betrayal in her eyes, but you know this is the right thing to do. There is no way that she can go back to him again. She talks to the officers and denies everything. She tells them that she got mugged while walking and the bruises were from an ice skating fall. They have probably heard it all before, but can't force her to talk. You call her into the other room and ask why she is doing this. She defends Todd again and says it won't happen again that she just made him mad. You look down on her with pity and contempt, yet there is literally nothing you can do to help her. She goes back to the police and tells them its all a misunderstanding. You give up and just agree. The cops leave and Carla follows soon after. Heather looks to you for an explanation and you just tell her that this is Carla's mistake and she will have to deal with the consequences. &lt;br /&gt;
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You see her at work the following day and she is explaining to your coworkers about the horrifying mugging that she endured. She sees you and you give her a knowing look that she immediately has to look away from. It is so hard to see someone you care about be abused. &lt;br /&gt;
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Three weeks later, there is another knock at the door. You look at Heather and roll your eyes, it can only be one person. You open the door and its a police officer. He asks to come in and you oblige. He sits at your dining table and says you should sit down as well. You glance at Heather quickly before taking a seat. He tells you that Carla was killed tonight; she suffered from blunt trauma and her organs failed. You say one thing, Todd. The officer nods and says he can't be found. He asks for any leads, but you have no idea. He takes down your information before leaving you in a state of shock with Heather still on the couch. She comes over and hugs you. You don't cry. She was such an idiot, it truly is her fault to go back to that psycho abuser. You tried to help, but she wouldn't accept it. If you had dated her, maybe this wouldn't have happened. The thought lingers.  &lt;br /&gt;
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The boss is not at work and the whole office knows why. You don't know if he will ever be back. The VP takes over and you get a surprising promotion up to VP spot. You and Heather get married and have twin girls. You name one Tina Elizabeth and the other is Lily Carla. Hopefully, Lily doesn't turn out to be an idiot. She just has to meet the right guy, and she does. The two of them start their own families and you approve of both their choices. Heather passes away at 89 and you go a year later. &lt;br /&gt;
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back to beginning: [[What Do You Want To Do?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 02:06:22 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Call_the_cops</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Stop seeing her</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Stop_seeing_her</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide not to take the risk and tell her that you don't really see things working out. She asks if its because she is the boss's daughter. You can't really say yes to that qu…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide not to take the risk and tell her that you don't really see things working out. She asks if its because she is the boss's daughter. You can't really say yes to that question, so you deny it and tell her you aren't looking for anything serious right now. She accepts your lie and hopes you can still be friends, which you actually do hope for. Things at the office are still going well and it actually isn't awkward with Carla at work. The two of you become quite good friends and you do have the twinge of regret in not dating her. Soon, she starts dating another guy named Todd, which is a classic douchebag name btw. You feel jealous but want her to be happy and if that can't be with you then might as well be someone else. Todd and Carla date for several months and things look good from the outside. You date a few different girls, but nothing gets past a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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One friday after work, someone knocks on your door. You open it and see Carla, crying on your doorstep. You invite her inside and ask what is wrong. She tells you that Todd cheated on her with your coworker Karen, that bitch. You comfort her as best you can while keeping it platonic. You tell her Todd is a douche and she deserves better. She cries in your arms and falls asleep there. The next morning she wakes up, thanks you for everything, and goes home. You don't hear from her the rest of the weekend, but you see her at work on monday. She looks much better and you ask her how she is. She tells you she went back to Todd's house to get her stuff and he apologized for everything and begged for her back. You laugh and call him a pussy. She looks at you with anger in her eyes and she says she took him back. What? You really can't believe it, but there is no mistaking what she said. You ask why and she says he felt really sorry and she felt bad. Now you don't feel bad, she is an idiot. Todd is a cheating dick and she is too stupid to see that.&lt;br /&gt;
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You continue on with your work and move up in your career. Within two years at the company, you are a lead supervisor and making a pretty penny. You are currently with a teacher named Heather, who loves her job as much as you love yours. You don't talk to Carla much anymore but she and Todd are engaged now. They end up getting married and you get a wedding invite, but you decide not to go. A few months later, you hear a knock at the door. Carla is standing there with a bloody nose and split lip. You have one guess as to who did this. She falls into your arms and Heather runs to get some first aid supplies. She says he isn't normally like this and its never happened before, but you see the bruises on her arms and back. Once a douche, always a douche. You clean her up and let her sleep at your house. What do you do about Todd?&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Call the cops| Call the cops]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Handle it yourself| Handle it yourself]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:48:59 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Stop_seeing_her</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Try to get hired</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You don't have the money to head back to school, so you decide to put yourself out there and try to get hired. You send your resume to several gaming companies and start building your skills at home. You practice programming and designing on your old computer while you wait to hear back. After two weeks you haven't heard any responses yet. You have a fair amount in your savings, but if you don't get a job soon things might get tough. You wait another week and call up the companies. They all tell you the same thing. You lack a degree and experience. You feel disheartened but there is no way you can go back to the office. You cannot live like that for the rest of your life and you don't plan to. You take a part time job as a bartender to pay the bills and  keep your savings in the bank. You only work nights, so you spend the days learning everything there is to know about game design and concepts. You start creating flash games and coming up with ideas for bigger games. After five months of this, you contact the companies and tell them of your progress. Three of the four just laugh off and tell you the same as before, but one takes you seriously. You get an interview for the next day. &lt;br /&gt;
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You tell the interviewer your story of quitting your office job, your tireless work to learn the craft, and how it all started with your old Gameboy. He enjoys the story and admires your determination. He sees how much this means and knows that you will work harder than someone who has the degree because you have more to prove. You agree completely and promise you will work harder and continue to learn. He gives you the job and you start next week. You leave the room with a smile wider than a crescent moon. You go home and quit your bartender job. You go into your first day of work and see there are no cubicles. It is all open concept and you are surrounded by other coworkers that you meet and instantly like except Karen, no one likes her. The first week goes better than you could have dreamed. You are working on the cutting edge of gaming and learning new things every second. Your skills have increased ten fold and knowledge is just pouring into your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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You meet Carla, who sits two desks away from you. You ask her out and she accepts. You go out for drinks and she has a great personality that complements yours. You also learn she is the boss's daughter. Oh no, that definitely complicates things a bit. You don't want it to seem like you are trying to sleep your way to the top, but Carla is such a catch and you don't want to give up that easily. &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Stop seeing her| Stop seeing her]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Continue dating| Continue dating]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:32:18 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Try_to_get_hired</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Try to get hired</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Try_to_get_hired</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You don't have the money to head back to school, so you decide to put yourself out there and try to get hired. You send your resume to several gaming companies and start building…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You don't have the money to head back to school, so you decide to put yourself out there and try to get hired. You send your resume to several gaming companies and start building your skills at home. You practice programming and designing on your old computer while you wait to hear back. After two weeks you haven't heard any responses yet. You have a fair amount in your savings, but if you don't get a job soon things might get tough. You wait another week and call up the companies. They all tell you the same thing. You lack a degree and experience. You feel disheartened but there is no way you can go back to the office. You cannot live like that for the rest of your life and you don't plan to. You take a part time job as a bartender to pay the bills and  keep your savings in the bank. You only work nights, so you spend the days learning everything there is to know about game design and concepts. You start creating flash games and coming up with ideas for bigger games. After five months of this, you contact the companies and tell them of your progress. Three of the four just laugh off and tell you the same as before, but one takes you seriously. You get an interview for the next day. &lt;br /&gt;
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You tell the interviewer your story of quitting your office job, your tireless work to learn the craft, and how it all started with your old Gameboy. He enjoys the story and admires your determination. He sees how much this means and knows that you will work harder than someone who has the degree because you have more to prove. You agree completely and promise you will work harder and continue to learn. He gives you the job and you start next week. You leave the room with a smile wider than a crescent moon. You go home and quit your bartender job. You go into your first day of work and see there are no cubicles. It is all open concept and you are surrounded by other coworkers that you meet and instantly like except Karen, no one likes her. The first week goes better than you could have dreamed. You are working on the cutting edge of gaming and learning new things every second. Your skills have increased ten fold and knowledge is just pouring into your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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 You meet Carla, who sits two desks away from you. You ask her out and she accepts. You go out for drinks and she has a great personality that complements yours. You also learn she is the boss's daughter. Oh no, that definitely complicates things a bit. You don't want it to seem like you are trying to sleep your way to the top, but Carla is such a catch and you don't want to give up that easily. &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Wdyw/Stop seeing her| Stop seeing her]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Wdyw/Continue dating| Continue dating]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:31:35 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Try_to_get_hired</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Go on vacation</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Go_on_vacation</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to take that money and go to Australia. You catch the first plane and are on your way. You land in Sydney and take a Jeep out to the countryside. You stay with a host family that takes you in in exchange for working on their sheep farm. The work is difficult but you lose a lot of weight and gain muscle. Within just a few months, you are ripped and are very tan from working outside so much. You get a stunning Australian girlfriend named Charlotte. You both decide to start your own farm and you leave your host family. You get married and have many kids to help you work the farm. It is a hard life, but it is rewarding and you are surrounded by an incredible family. When you are 60, your eldest son Steve takes over the farm and you and Charlotte relax in your home. You take up horseback riding and hunting. &lt;br /&gt;
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While you were hunting one day with Steve and your three other sons, you fall off your horse and land on your back. You feel a snap and then you can't feel at all. You know you will not be happy if you are forced to live in a wheelchair or in a hospital hooked to tubes. Your sons know this, so Steve takes your gun and shoots you in the head. Its over just like that. It wasn't a perfect life, but it was yours and you are satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;
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back to beginning: [[What Do You Want To Do?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:12:33 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Go_on_vacation</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Pull the game</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Pull_the_game</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You succumb to the pressures and have the game removed from all stores, in addition to stoping production. It was a difficult decision that you didn't agree with but saw that the…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You succumb to the pressures and have the game removed from all stores, in addition to stoping production. It was a difficult decision that you didn't agree with but saw that the media hounds would never back down. You feel pathetic for giving into their threats, but sales were already at an all time low and decreasing by the day. The company doesn't know where to go next, and its name has been tarnished by this controversy. The media has a field day with your decision to pull it from the shelves, and they continue to blame the game as the primary reason for the shooting. The boss tells you to begin a new project. You have suffered such a large disappointment and embarrassment that you can't find the motivation anymore. &lt;br /&gt;
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You take the rest of the day off and drive home. On the way over the bridge to your apartment, you decide that this is the end and turn the wheel. Your car crashes over the edge and falls straight into the water. The impact sends the windshield right into your chest and you are killed. The game has claimed its last victim. &lt;br /&gt;
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back to beginning: [[What Do You Want To Do?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:05:38 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Pull_the_game</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Make a public announcement</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Make_a_public_announcement</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to go on national news and make an statement about the game. You secure a spot on a large news program that is broadcast across the country. You express your regret an…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to go on national news and make an statement about the game. You secure a spot on a large news program that is broadcast across the country. You express your regret and sorrow about what happened in California but state that your game really had nothing to do with it. The newscaster takes the offensive and keeps pushing. You state that the media shows far worse acts of violence and aggression and those are all real. Your game is a work of fiction and has no effect on sane individuals. The news man will not let up and hounds you. You repeat your stance and when he won't get up, you walk off screen. The cameras cut and you walk out the building. Your phone rings, but you ignore it and catch a cab back to work. &lt;br /&gt;
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Your coworkers praise you for staying calm and making the right points. The news station sends you an angry email for being disrespectful, which you throw straight in the trash. You watch the program the next day and the station runs a story bashing your company. Sales of the game take a slight plunge, but viewership of that program falls even more. An internet campaign to support you and the company is formed and soon you have the backing of hundreds of thousands of people. The sales of the game shoot up to even above when it was released. Other games from the company rise as well, and your boss is thrilled. You get an immediate promotion and continue a long career making excellent video games. After thirty years of work, you decide to leave the company but you continue to do some consulting work for other games in your free time. You never get married, but are known world-wide for your important contributions to the gaming community. &lt;br /&gt;
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back to beginning: [[What Do You Want To Do?]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 00:57:07 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Make_a_public_announcement</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/GTA type</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/GTA_type</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You suggest a Grand Theft Auto type of game. The others are skeptical, but you end up convincing everyone its the right way to go. You don't want to copy the game exactly, just have a similar format with the shooting and violence, etc. It takes almost a year to produce, but the final project is one that the whole company is proud of. The game gets an Adults Only rating at first, but with a little money under the table you manage to lower it to a M for mature. The reviews are generally positive. Parents are incredibly mad about the game and think it is promoting all the wrong things. The company stands behind the game and states that it is just that, a game, nothing more nothing less. Sales are up and the game turns a pretty reasonable profit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two months later, a school shooting happens in California. 15 teenagers are killed by a fellow student at high school. The media attacks the video game and blames it for the shooting. Soon parents across the country are calling for it to be taken off the shelves. The media is just fueling the fire. You and your colleagues sit back and watch this unfold on TV and can not believe the things you are hearing. Everyone is ignoring that the kid who did this was messed up in the head and abused by his parents. Everyone takes immediately to blaming your video game. You really need to end this and fast. &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Make a public announcement| Make a public announcement]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Pull the game| Pull the game]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 00:48:37 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/GTA_type</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/GTA type</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/GTA_type</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You suggest a Grand Theft Auto type of game. The others are skeptical, but you end up convincing everyone its the right way to go. You don't want to copy the game exactly, just have a similar format with the shooting and violence, etc. It takes almost a year to produce, but the final project is one that the whole company is proud of. The game gets an Adults Only rating at first, but with a little money under the table you manage to lower it to a M for mature. The reviews are generally positive. Parents are incredibly mad about the game and think it is promoting all the wrong things. The company stands behind the game and states that it is just that, a game, nothing more nothing less. Sales are up and the game turns a pretty reasonable profit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two months later, a school shooting happens in California. 15 teenagers are killed by a fellow student at high school. The media attacks the video game and blames it for the shooting. Soon parents across the country are calling for it to be taken off the shelves. The media is just fueling the fire. You and your colleagues sit back and watch this unfold on TV and can not believe the things you are hearing. Everyone is ignoring that the kid who did this was messed up in the head and abused by his parents. Everyone takes immediately to blaming your video game. You really need to end this and fast. &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Make a public announcement| Make a public announcement]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Pull the game| Pull the game]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: What Do You Want?]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 00:48:14 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/GTA_type</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/GTA type</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/GTA_type</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You suggest a Grand Theft Auto type of game. The others are skeptical, but you end up convincing everyone its the right way to go. You don't want to copy the game exactly, just h…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You suggest a Grand Theft Auto type of game. The others are skeptical, but you end up convincing everyone its the right way to go. You don't want to copy the game exactly, just have a similar format with the shooting and violence, etc. It takes almost a year to produce, but the final project is one that the whole company is proud of. The game gets an Adults Only rating at first, but with a little money under the table you manage to lower it to a M for mature. The reviews are generally positive. Parents are incredibly mad about the game and think it is promoting all the wrong things. The company stands behind the game and states that it is just that, a game, nothing more nothing less. Sales are up and the game turns a pretty reasonable profit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two months later, a school shooting happens in California. 15 teenagers are killed by a fellow student at high school. The media attacks the video game and blames it for the shooting. Soon parents across the country are calling for it to be taken off the shelves. The media is just fueling the fire. You and your colleagues sit back and watch this unfold on TV and can not believe the things you are hearing. Everyone is ignoring that the kid who did this was messed up in the head and abused by his parents. Everyone takes immediately to blaming your video game. You really need to end this and fast. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 07:11:42 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/GTA_type</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Wait for him to return</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Wait_for_him_to_return</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide its best not to use his personal computer. You know you wouldn't want a random person using your's so you decide against it. You have to wait two hours for him to retu…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide its best not to use his personal computer. You know you wouldn't want a random person using your's so you decide against it. You have to wait two hours for him to return. You explain that your computer broke and was waiting for him to get back. He asks you to repeat and then says, &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You sat here for two hours twiddling your thumbs? You could have gone and borrowed a laptop, called a repairman, called me on my phone, or any number of fixes but you decided to just sit here and wait?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Realizing your mistake you can only reply with a sullen, &amp;quot;Yes&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well son, you really aren't the guy I thought you were. I am going to have to let you go.&amp;quot; He states in a matter of fact voice. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But..I....&amp;quot; You can't even get a sentence out as he walks you out the door. What just happened? You got fired for not going on his computer. Well, it is your fault for not using a little bit of problem solving skills. You walk out of the building with your head down and feet dragging. You run straight into a woman walking down the street and apologize without looking up. She sees your hunched over body and asks whats wrong and you explain. She agrees with what your boss did but understands your side of the story as well. She offers to buy you a drink and you accept. You look up and it is a beautiful young lady. You instantly stand up straighter and apologize again. She laughs and walks to a bar with you. The two of you share drinks and you get her number. You call her the very next day and go out again. Within just a few months, you are married. She is incredibly wealthy and you no longer have to work. She inherited a huge sum of money from her parents and helps run her father's business. You become a trophy husband and get to live in the lap of luxury. Things turned out better than you could have every imagined. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 07:01:54 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Wait_for_him_to_return</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/let it go</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/let_it_go</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You really do want to know why the boss would act that way, but you would rather not risk your job over your childish curiosity. You let the sleeping dogs lie and go on with the …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You really do want to know why the boss would act that way, but you would rather not risk your job over your childish curiosity. You let the sleeping dogs lie and go on with the project. You finish the game after months and months of tedious work. It is released to world-wide attention and praise. The company is back on top thanks to you and the boss promotes you to VP. You get invited to great parties and meet very interesting people. You are still single, but thats okay right now. You don't want to rush anything and your work is your primary focus at the moment. The money is flowing in and you move into a nice penthouse apartment in an up and coming neighborhood in your city. You work on some new game projects, but none really pique your interest, so you start working more on the business side of things. &lt;br /&gt;
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A year after your big success with the game, you are sitting at home after work watching the news when a story flashes across the screen. Your boss's face is right there and its a mugshot. You turn up the volume and hear he has been arrested with child pornography charges. Say what now?? Apparently, his computer was full of illicit shots of young girls and boys and his home had albums of these disturbing pictures. Now you know what was in that folder. You could have turned him in, you should have looked. At least he got what was coming to him, but what about the company? &lt;br /&gt;
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Stocks immediately plummet and public opinion drops to almost nothing. This has ruined everything. All games created by your company are being pulled from shelves because people keep throwing them straight in the garbage. Your boss's mistakes have destroyed a billion dollar business even though he was only a small reason for its large success. The company is forced to declare bankruptcy and shut down. You lose your retirement fund and everything else. You have enough in your savings to support yourself for a couple of years, but you need a new job. You luck out and another successful gaming company picks you up. You make a median salary and are back on the totem pole, at least not on the bottom though. You stay with this new company for the remainder of your career and work your way up to the top. Your retirement fund isn't great but it will do. At 55, you met a wonderful woman who became your wife. You never had kids but thats fine by you. You die at 78 from heart failure. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 06:50:37 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/let_it_go</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/snoop around</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/snoop_around</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'The next day you are back in the office and he calls you back into his room. He apologizes for his attitude yesterday and justifies it by saying there are very private documents …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The next day you are back in the office and he calls you back into his room. He apologizes for his attitude yesterday and justifies it by saying there are very private documents about his family and divorce on his computer. He was very upset that you broke his password and felt violated. You hear some truths in his words, but your curiosity has already been aroused. He leaves and goes to take care of several meetings, so you know you have at least four hours. You get onto his computer and it is password protected again. You try the company name again, but get locked out, it was worth a shot. You next try his daughter's name, then his son's with no success. You finally try his street name and then a window comes up. You are locked out of the computer and it has begun deleting all the files on it. Oh shit!!! You scramble to shut it off, but its out of control. You do the only thing you can think of and pull the plug. The thing shuts down, but you can't be sure it worked at all or what got deleted. After a few minutes, you plug it back in and reboot it. You turn it on and no password block comes up. You are in!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then you realize why no password came up. There is nothing on the computer. No files, no documents, no applications. It is all gone. Well, this is the end of your career. There really is no fixing this one unless the boss had everything backed up somewhere, which you highly doubt. You take one last look around the office and throw yourself out of the 45th floor window. The descent is quite peaceful actually as you plunge to your demise. You hope you don't hit anyone below because that would be a horrible twist of fate for some unlucky stranger. Luckily, you miss all passerby when you come in contact with the sidewalk. Your body crushes into itself and you are dead. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 06:37:55 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/snoop_around</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Ignore it</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Ignore_it</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to ignore the folder. Its probably just some old family photos or something like that, you justify to yourself. You continue working on your game on his computer for t…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to ignore the folder. Its probably just some old family photos or something like that, you justify to yourself. You continue working on your game on his computer for the next few hours. Then, the boss opens the door and freezes when he sees you on his computer. He starts yelling things and rushing toward you, but you can't make out what he is saying. He looks at the monitor and sees you are working on the game and shuts his mouth. You are confused and scared as he is breathing heavily above you, staring at the screen. He kicks you out as you are trying to explain that your computer broke, but you don't think he hears a word of it. Now you really are curious as to what was in that folder, maybe you should have opened it, or maybe its better you didn't after seeing that reaction. It must be really bad or a really juicy secret. Should you [[Wdyw/snoop around| snoop around]] or just [[Wdyw/let it go| let it go]] ?&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 06:27:54 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Ignore_it</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Let him go</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Let_him_go</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You really need this job and want to finish this project, so you decide to let the poor bastard walk. The next day he calls you into his office for your usual heart to heart. He …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You really need this job and want to finish this project, so you decide to let the poor bastard walk. The next day he calls you into his office for your usual heart to heart. He starts crying and confesses it all to you. You don't know what to do or how to react so you just listen. He talks for over an hour, detailing the entire story of how it happened, etc. At the end, he wonders why you didn't turn him in. You say that you know everyone makes mistakes and has skeletons in their closet. He thanks you for your honesty then pulls a gun on you and shoots you the head before shooting himself. You both die instantly. You should have gone with your gut instinct and turned this crazy fool in, now you are dead. That sucks. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:33:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Let_him_go</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Turn him in</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Turn_him_in</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You can't just let this gross pervert get away with something of this scale. You call the police when you get home and report your boss. They send a group to the office immediate…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You can't just let this gross pervert get away with something of this scale. You call the police when you get home and report your boss. They send a group to the office immediately and search the computer and his office. Instead, they find him hanging by his tie from the ceiling. A note in his hand is addressed to you. The police retrieve it and give it to you without opening it. &lt;br /&gt;
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The note reads: &lt;br /&gt;
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I know you saw it. You are computer programmer for gods sake, you wouldn't be as good as I know you are if you didn't notice. I trust you will continue with the project as planned. If you do it well, it will be the biggest success this company has ever seen. I have a problem and have tried to control it for the last 20 years of my sad life. I should have turned myself in long ago and hopefully you have the strong moral code to turn me today. Even if you don't, I will be dead by the time you come back into work tomorrow. Don't blame yourself my death, I am a twisted individual who deserves no sympathy. When you become the head of a company, maybe even this one, please keep your head on your shoulders. Don't lose yourself in the madness even though it will be very easy to do so. You will be great one day, you already are. &lt;br /&gt;
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You want to cry at this note but it almost doesn't feel right to do so. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you and also the saddest. The company promotes the VP to the head position and you move up in the ranks as well. You continue on the project and just like the boss predicted it is a wild success. You get a huge promotion and a large bonus. Ten years later, after many more successes and hard work, you are the boss now. You are living the dream you chased the day you left that boring old office job, and you could not be happier. You got married five years ago to a wonderful chef and have triplets. This is it. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:28:41 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Turn_him_in</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Open the folder</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Open_the_folder</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Well, you are already on his computer. You click on the folder and regret it. You see hundreds of child pornographic photos, some of them look like they are homemade. Your eyes w…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Well, you are already on his computer. You click on the folder and regret it. You see hundreds of child pornographic photos, some of them look like they are homemade. Your eyes widen and you close the folder. You sit glued to the seat wondering what to do next. The door opens and the boss walks in. He sees you on his computer and drops the memos in his hand. He rushes over and pushes you away, but you have already closed the folder and opened your work. You explain that the spare computer crashed and you just wanted to keep working. He calms down when he sees you are telling the truth, you try to act cool and not give away anything. He scolds you for guessing his password and not asking first, but then lets you go. You clock out and go home. You are torn inside by what to do next. You have this great project that he gave you that will disappear if you turn him in, but you can't work for a sicko like this guy that is just wrong. &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Turn him in| Turn him in]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:13:05 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Open_the_folder</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Use his computer</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Use_his_computer</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You figure it won't be a big a deal to use his computer. It is much faster and higher quality than the old spare you have been using, and he probably wouldn't want you just waiti…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You figure it won't be a big a deal to use his computer. It is much faster and higher quality than the old spare you have been using, and he probably wouldn't want you just waiting for him to return to keep working. You sit at his desk and start it up. It is password protected, but you use the company name as the password and to your surprise it works. You look for the correct program and stumble upon a folder marked &amp;quot;photos&amp;quot;. This wouldn't normally arouse any suspicion, but for some reason it seems out of place. Opening it would be an invasion of privacy and you already technically hacked into his computer. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:07:04 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Use_his_computer</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Rugby</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Rugby</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You suggest a Rugby game. You can't think of any that have been done before and it would be risky, but it could work. American audiences love football and sports games, so why no…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You suggest a Rugby game. You can't think of any that have been done before and it would be risky, but it could work. American audiences love football and sports games, so why not introduce them to a popular game from other parts of the world? The group likes your idea and reasoning and decides to start working on it. The development takes a long time since nobody really knows to much about rugby, but after many dedicated months it is finally ready. The game gets released and the group is on the edge of their seats waiting for the reviews and sales to roll in. Several days pass and the verdict is in. The game is a failure. Americans just aren't ready to accept a foreign game and the game itself just isn't that great. The company takes a huge loss from this production and the group puts a majority of the blame straight to the source, you. You finally get to meet the head of the company, but not in the way you wanted. He tears you apart with his insults and breaks you down until you are on the verge of tears. You expect him at any second to fire you but the words never come. He asks you to leave and despite the emotion abuse you just endured, you smile since you still have a job. &lt;br /&gt;
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The boss calls you in the next day and assigns you to a new project. It is a RPG about a forest boy that has to battle to save his parents. You are excited about the project, but wonder why he has given you this task after what happened just the day before. He even lets you work in his office on his spare computer at his other desk. It is a lot quieter and nicer in here than in the main room. You appreciate his generosity but proceed cautiously; this seems too good to be true. One day while working, the spare computer crashes and the boss is out at the moment. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Use his computer| Use his computer]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:02:38 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Rugby</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Drive to the hospital</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Drive_to_the_hospital</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'This isn't how you want to go. Sitting on a bench, in a your Walmart uniform, stabbed with scissors. You walk to your car and calmly drive to the hospital. You walk into the ER a…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This isn't how you want to go. Sitting on a bench, in a your Walmart uniform, stabbed with scissors. You walk to your car and calmly drive to the hospital. You walk into the ER and are given immediate care. You have to go to surgery where they remove the scissors. They somehow missed all your major organs and you have only minor internal damage. You are given a tetanus shot because of the rust, and they patch you up. You are allowed to leave that very same night and you go back to your parents house. They don't even question where you were and ignore your arrival. You head down to the basement and reflect on the sadness that is your life. Maybe you should have just died on that park bench, its not like anyone would care either way. You decide to make a change right there and walk out of that house with what little money you have and catch a bus to the other side of the country. &lt;br /&gt;
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You end up in Virginia and get a job at a local hotel. They provide you with a room and free meals, which is awesome. You meet a cool girl there and begin dating. After a year, you are married and living in a real house with her. She gets pregnant with your first child, a boy. He is born and the doctors runs the normal tests on him and discover he has HIV. You and your wife don't understand, that can't be possible. You both get tested and find out both of you have it, but how could this be. You think back...the scissors. They had blood on them and Judy must have had HIV and passed it to you. And now you have unknowingly given it to your wife and son. You hold him in your arms and tears fall on his small face. How can you raise a baby with HIV? Can you even take care of yourself and your wife with this diagnosis? &lt;br /&gt;
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The doctor refers you to a therapist who gives you counseling and convinces you that it is possible. You decide you will keep on living and providing for your new family. You keep on track with your drug regimen and your sons especially. Your wife commits suicide and you couldn't do anything to save her. It is difficult to process, but your therapist really helps you get through it. Your son needs you and you will not leave him. He grows up and you have constant conversations with him about the risks and how to be careful. He gets married and he and his wife adopt two children. You get to see your grandchildren grow and you die at age 70. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 22:43:52 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Drive_to_the_hospital</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Die right here</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Die_right_here</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You reflect on your life and decide that you are going nowhere. You sit on the bench and accept your death. You pull the scissors out slowly and it hurts even more than when they…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You reflect on your life and decide that you are going nowhere. You sit on the bench and accept your death. You pull the scissors out slowly and it hurts even more than when they went in. You wipe them off to clean the fingerprints. You know why Judy did this and you don't want her to be sent to jail for your mistake. She has a family and children. The second you pull them out, blood runs down your front like a waterfall. Within seconds you are dead. You wonder if your parents will be relieved, if the people at Walmart will notice, if anybody will notice for that matter. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way, yet here you are or rather there you were. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 22:31:12 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Die_right_here</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Stay in your parent's basement</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Stay_in_your_parent%27s_basement</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'There is nothing out in the world for you, so you decide to just stay in your parent's basement for the rest of your days. You get a job at your local Walmart and make enough to …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;There is nothing out in the world for you, so you decide to just stay in your parent's basement for the rest of your days. You get a job at your local Walmart and make enough to pay for your food, gas, and other misc goods. Your parents are not too pleased with your presence, but you aren't too concerned with their needs. You go through life on autopilot without any real goals or aspirations. You still play video games although they have lost some of their flair after your blaze of glory. You even found one of your old Gameboy's in your childhood closet. It isn't ''the'' Gameboy that changed everything, but it was still a nice dose of nostalgia to play it again. &lt;br /&gt;
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After work you drive home, but sometimes you will stop at the nearby park to sit and relax. One afternoon, you close your eyes for a little nap and are awoken suddenly by a scream you have heard before. You snap open your eyes and its Judy, the coworker that you accidentally stabbed with a pair of scissors. She is rushing toward you howling like she did on that final day of yours at the old company, and she is holding the very same pair of scissors. She is moving slower than a normal person's sprint and you notice the prosthetic leg. You had no idea that it was that bad.  Oh god, this is a revenge stabbing. Your mind has realized it before your body and you aren't quick enough to move. She brings down the rusty, blood-crusted, old scissors down into your chest. They cut through your flesh like a saw, it is not smooth or quick at all. She leaves them protruding from your chest and hobbles away like a pirate. You laugh at the sight since thats all you can do right now. You contemplate just dying right here or going to the hospital. Which is more desirable at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Die right here| Die right here]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Drive to the hospital| Drive to the hospital]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 22:27:23 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Stay_in_your_parent%27s_basement</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Go on vacation</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to take that money and go to Australia. You catch the first plane and are on your way. You land in Sydney and take a Jeep out to the countryside. You stay with a host …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to take that money and go to Australia. You catch the first plane and are on your way. You land in Sydney and take a Jeep out to the countryside. You stay with a host family that takes you in in exchange for working on their sheep farm. The work is difficult but you lose a lot of weight and gain muscle. Within just a few months, you are ripped and are very tan from working outside so much. You get a stunning Australian girlfriend named Charlotte. You both decide to start your own farm and you leave your host family. You get married and have many kids to help you work the farm. It is a hard life, but it is rewarding and you are surrounded by an incredible family. When you are 60, your eldest son Steve takes over the farm and you and Charlotte relax in your home. You take up horseback riding and hunting. &lt;br /&gt;
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While you were hunting one day with Steve and your three other sons, you fall off your horse and land on your back. You feel a snap and then you can't feel at all. You know you will die if you are forced to live in a wheelchair or in a hospital hooked to tubes. Your sons know this, so Steve takes your gun and shoots you in the head. Its over just like that. It wasn't a perfect life, but it was yours and you are satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 22:16:59 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Go_on_vacation</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Stay quiet</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You lack confidence in your ideas so decide to keep your mouth shut. The others probe you for ideas, but you just say you aren't coming up with anything right now. They look at y…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You lack confidence in your ideas so decide to keep your mouth shut. The others probe you for ideas, but you just say you aren't coming up with anything right now. They look at you with doubts but continue with their business. You feel dumb for not contributing and kick yourself. You promise yourself that tomorrow you will add something important to the conversation. The meeting ends and your manager calls you into his office. He is not sure you belong with the group if you can't even give one idea, and he is contemplating pulling you from the team. You apologize profusely and tell him you will do better next time. He gives you one chance and you go home to study up. You stay up all night brainstorming your own ideas and come up with some great ones. Unfortunately, you fall asleep around 4am and don't wake up until 10am. You are late for work, very late. You rush into the office looking disheveled and catatonic. Your coworkers look at you with disdain but at this point you are more concerned with getting to the meeting. You burst into the meeting room and your group members show looks of shock and you throw open the doors. You start rattling off your ideas but they sound like strange, schizophrenic thoughts. You are not in a good state of mind and one of the group members slips out the door behind you. Within moments, your manager is standing behind you pulling you into his office. He hands you a cardboard box and tells you to pack your things. Its over. &lt;br /&gt;
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You clean out your cubicle and take the walk of shame through the office with your belongings in your arms. You already look like a psycho freak so for some reason you decide to chuck your box of office supplies into the office and scream like a monkey. The scissors fly across the room and impale Judy from accounting in the leg. She lets out a howl and sinks to the floor in pain. You hurry to the elevator but it takes forever. Security tackles you and cuffs you. At least you went out in a blaze of glory. &lt;br /&gt;
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You are taken to jail and held there for a week before you make bail. Your mom pays it and you are forced to move back with your parents. They help you pay off your student loans, which you are very thankful for. You try and get a new job, but that blaze of glory makes people question your mental capacity and nobody gives you the time of day. You have a little bit of money still left in your savings. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 22:07:17 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Stay_quiet</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Well-established gaming company</title>
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&lt;div&gt;You take the job at the well-known, large gaming company. It has a competitive starting salary and you are excited to be working at a place that produced some of your favorite games. You are starting at the bottom of the totem pole but know that you can work your way up in time. You put in the hours and your manager starts to take notice of your work. After a few months, you are put on a new project for their newest game. You get a raise and keep chipping away at your hefty student loans. At this point, you still owe $160,000. The new project is a sequel to one of there best sellers, a football game that rivals the Madden series. You don't know to much about football, but you study up to learn what you can. Several months later, the game gets released and sales are great. The company makes a nice profit and gets favorable reviews. You get a small promotion and another raise. You haven't met the head of the company yet since it is so large. You are only one of thousands of employees at this one location. Sometimes you feel like just a little cog in a much bigger machine, but you are determined and want to show your talent. Soon your manager puts together a group to brainstorm new game ideas and he chooses you. You definitely feel honored and promise to do your best. &lt;br /&gt;
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At the group meeting everyone is throwing out ideas, but nothing great is coming to you. You keep thinking and come up with a Grand Theft Auto type idea or a rugby game to compare with the football game's success. Which one do you suggest or do you just stay quiet?&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 21:53:40 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Well-established_gaming_company</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Well-established gaming company</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You take the job at the well-known, large gaming company. It has a competitive starting salary and you are excited to be working at a place that produced some of your favorite ga…'&lt;/p&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 21:43:34 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Well-established_gaming_company</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Stick with your trusty car</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Stick_with_your_trusty_car</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'There is no point in potentially dying for the sake of a video game, so you decide to stick to four wheels. You finish the game after several months and it gets released to the p…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;There is no point in potentially dying for the sake of a video game, so you decide to stick to four wheels. You finish the game after several months and it gets released to the public. Reviews are mixed with slightly more positive reviews. The sales are adequate and the company makes a profit, but it is nothing groundbreaking. You don't get a raise or promotion, but that is okay. Many critics wonder if the creators had ever even ridden a motorcycle in their lives. It feels like a personal blow, but you understand why they say it. Sometimes you do regret not taking that chance, and other days you are glad you are alive to even read reviews like that. &lt;br /&gt;
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You leave work that day feeling disappointed and get in your car to drive home. You see a motorcyclist on the way and he races by you at twice your speed. You can't stop the twinge of envy at his freedom while you are stuck in traffic. You watch as he weaves in and out of the slow moving cars until one car doesn't use its turn signal and hit the motorcyclist. He is thrown from his bike and gets hit by another car who slams on the brakes but gets rear ended by the line of cars behind it. Soon there is what looks like a ten car pile up right in front of you. That could of have very well been you, you think to yourself as you stare at the carnage. There is no way that man made it out alive after that. You get out of your car since nobody is going to be moving anytime soon. The motorcyclist is under a car and not moving. You see gas leaking over the lifeless body but then see the legs moving a little. He is alive! You reach for him but can't grab him. You try calling out but it is unbearably loud around you. You crawl under the car and feel the gas soak your clothes. This is not good, but you reach the cyclist and start to pull him despite the faint groans you hear under the helmet. The paramedics show up as soon as possible and thank you. They take off the helmet and the motorcyclist is not a man at all. She is a woman and she looks at you with an intense gratitude or maybe she is seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Blood is dripping out of her leathers and you wish there was something you could do. Her shock of orange hair flows around her pale skin and give her a halo appearance. Suddenly, you want to know her and be with her. This was meant to be, its more than just a random coincidence and she is gone like that. She is declared dead and you cry. The paramedics ask for her name assuming you know her, but you don't and now you never will. &lt;br /&gt;
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You stay with Eric at the company until you retire at 64. You make some great games, but never make another motorcycle game again and none of your coworkers know why you refuse their attempts to do so. You got married at 35, but the motorcyclist is forever etched in your brain. It might not have worked, you might have not been a good couple at all, but its hard to know. There is always the what if and you die with those two words on the end of your lips....what if?&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 21:41:00 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Stick_with_your_trusty_car</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Test ride the Harley</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Test_ride_the_Harley</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'This bike is too good not to ride. You really aren't sure how you will handle it, but take the keys anyway. You have read how to start a bike hundreds of times, but actually doin…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This bike is too good not to ride. You really aren't sure how you will handle it, but take the keys anyway. You have read how to start a bike hundreds of times, but actually doing it in real life is a completely different story. You struggle to start the huge hog, and the dealer is starting to realize that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. You finally get it after the sixth try and the thing growls like a T-rex. You pull it out of the driveway and it takes all your strength to hold the damn thing up. Perhaps you should turn around and take the ego hit, but you have taken it this far already. You get on the road and rev it up a little. It jolts forward and you are all but thrown off right there in the street. The cars are whooshing past you and you really start to fear for your own safety. You cannot get a handle on this wild beast and its controlling you more than you are controlling it. Somehow you manage to get it back to the dealer and you are shaking. You fall to the pavement as soon as you step off and fall into the fetal position. The dealer looks down on you with pity and leaves you to grovel. You finally stand back up and as you are walking back to your car another poor sap on a bike way too big for you hits you. You hit the ground and feel the bike crushing your insides as the tires roll over your body. The guy can't stop the bike and he just keeps going. You lie on the blacktop like a broken pile of twigs. Its over. You took the risk and this is what happened. One silly suggestion for a game and you took it way too far. You die right then and there on the lot of a motorcycle dealership and it wasn't even you driving the motorcycle. People won't even think you were doing something cool or interesting. The dealer might tell of how you couldn't handle it and went into a fetal position after riding a Harley. Well thats that. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 20:22:58 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Test_ride_the_Harley</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Beg for gas money</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Beg_for_gas_money</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You have seen too many horror movies about hitchhiking to take that chance. You head to the gas station and start asking strangers for some spare change. Somehow you wrangle up $…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You have seen too many horror movies about hitchhiking to take that chance. You head to the gas station and start asking strangers for some spare change. Somehow you wrangle up $22 to add to you $5 and that should be enough to get you home. You fill up your tank and go back to the freeway. It is just enough to get you to your apartment. What a night you just had. Your coworkers will never believe it. You decide to take your car to work the next day and go back to working on the game with a new understanding. Eric praises on you on the realistic nature of your work and you earn a raise. The game is complete after several months and critics herald it as one of the most realistic motorcycle games to date. The company makes a large profit and is back on top. You earn a nice promotion and become the right hand man to Eric. Things are going very well. You still take your bike out on the weekends and your new girlfriend also rides. You met her at a motorcycle show where she admired your bike. Since then the two of you have been seeing each other and are thinking about moving in together. &lt;br /&gt;
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Forty years later she is your wife and you love to take her out on your bike. She wraps her weather worn hands around your growing beer belly as you speed down the backroads. Your cheeks still hurt after every ride from the smile that never fades. The joy you feel from riding will never go away, and on your deathbed you know you will still be smiling. You are right and at the age of 73 you die at you home with your leather jacket still on. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 20:12:11 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Beg_for_gas_money</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Stay the allotted time</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Stay_the_allotted_time</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You still feel groggy and light headed, so you decide to stay in the hospital until you make the full recovery. It takes a week, which is longer than you thought but you know you…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You still feel groggy and light headed, so you decide to stay in the hospital until you make the full recovery. It takes a week, which is longer than you thought but you know you need your full strength. The doctors release you and your coworker tells you where you found. He drives you that gas station and you scan the premises for your bike. Its hard for you to even remember what it looked like, your memory is like a foggy morning. You see a bike and feel something stir in your chest. This is it. The bike sits beside the bathroom, shiny and new. That is it you whisper to your friend. He lets you out and you approach the vehicle as if it were a tiger ready to pounce. You throw your leg over it and put the key that was in your pocket into the bike and turn it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing happens, you turn it again but nothing turns on. You were so sure. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This has to be it, I know this is it!&amp;quot; You mutter to yourself. &amp;quot;Please&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Your friend looks at you with pity in his eyes and you start to punch the bike wanting it to feel the pain you are feeling. A meathead walks out of the bathroom and lets out a guttural yell. You only have time to turn your head to see the 250 pound pile of muscle lunge at you. He takes his brick of fist and slams it against your skull. You are knocked out in an instant. Your friend calls the cops, but he knows its too late. You are dead. The steroid juice man knows it too but continues to mutilate your body for his own sick enjoyment before hopping on his bike and getting out of there. You really should have stuck to reading about motorcycles. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 20:02:13 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Stay_the_allotted_time</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Escape from the hospital</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You turn off the machines that are hooked up to you, so they won't beep or anything when you unplug yourself. You get your coworker to give you his clothes since your old ones ar…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You turn off the machines that are hooked up to you, so they won't beep or anything when you unplug yourself. You get your coworker to give you his clothes since your old ones are rock hard with dried blood. You take the keys and he tells you the gas station they found you at. You thank him for everything and walk out the front doors. You fall to the ground the second the sliding doors open. You die. Your body was still too weak from the loss of blood and concussion you suffered from hitting the ground. Its always a good idea to listen to your doctors. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 19:53:14 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Escape_from_the_hospital</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Hitchhike</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Hitchhike</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You ask around at the gas station and find a nice trucker that will take you and your bike back home. You haul your new bike into the back of his truck and as you are climbing in…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You ask around at the gas station and find a nice trucker that will take you and your bike back home. You haul your new bike into the back of his truck and as you are climbing into the cab, the bearded man kicks you the chest. You are thrown back and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. He starts up the engine and starts to pull away with your bike still in tow. You get up and start to run and feel like you can catch him. You start sprinting faster than you ever have and grab the rope hanging from the back. You pull yourself up and open the back door. The truck is picking up speed at this point as it goes onto the freeway. Now you are stuck in the trailer of a semi truck with your new motorcycle. You feel a wetness running down the back of your shirt, probably sweat from running. At this point, you are only concerned with how you are going to get out of this terrible situation. You are back there for what feels like hours before you feel the truck slowing down. You crack the grate a little and see street lamps, its still night. You could be anywhere, but as soon as the truck stops at a stoplight you throw open the grate and jump out with your bike. The trucker doesn't notice a thing and keeps on driving. Now you are sitting in the gutter of some random town with no money. Your vision is getting kind of blurry and your head feels strange, but you have to figure out where you are. You approach a stranger and they scream and run the other way. What the heck? &lt;br /&gt;
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You walk with your bike to a gas station and go to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and jump back. You are literally covered in blood. You didn't notice since it was pitch black in the back of the truck, and now you realize it wasn't sweat. You faint and pass out on the ground of the bathroom. Someone finds you there and calls 911. You wake up in the hospital completely disoriented and confused. It is 3pm the next day. You ask for your bike, but nobody is responding. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Where is my bike? Where is my bike?? Where the hell is my bike?!?!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The nurses don't know what to say and call the doctor in. He says that they don't know what you are talking about. He says you lost a lot of blood and are lucky to be alive. One of your coworkers walks in the door and frantically asks what happens. You can't even remember what happened, what your memories are telling you sound like a dream. A trucker stole your bike and you chased him down and got it back? Is that what happened? You need to see the bike to know it was real, or at least part of it happened. The doctors won't release you for another four days, but by that time you figure your bike will be gone. You see the keys in the bag of your clothes beside your bed and know it was all real. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 19:49:55 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Hitchhike</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Pick a more beginner bike</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Pick_a_more_beginner_bike</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'The Harley is beautiful, but you would rather take a hit to your pride than die today. You make up the excuse that you are looking for a bike for your son, who is just starting o…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The Harley is beautiful, but you would rather take a hit to your pride than die today. You make up the excuse that you are looking for a bike for your son, who is just starting out. The dealer gives you a skeptical look but is interested in your business nonetheless. He takes you the Hondas and shows you an older model. It will do. He hands you the keys and lets you know there is a tracker on the bike so you can't steal it. You start it up remembering all those tips from the countless manuals you have read. The engine churns loudly and you are off. It is even greater than those wonderful descriptions online. The wind is hugging you from all sides, wrapping you in its chilly embrace. You can hear your breathing in the claustrophobic helmet and see the flashing lights of street lamps whipping through your vision. You don't feel comfortable weaving in and out of cars, so you stay in your lane. You know you have to go back to the lot, so you take a U-turn and head back. The dealer is standing there and when you pull the helmet over your head, he notices your smile. You hadn't even realized it yourself, but then notice your cheeks are hurting. Had you been smiling the whole time? &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;First time?&amp;quot; The dealer asks, but you can tell he already knows. He has seen that face before. &lt;br /&gt;
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You nod and smile at the ground. Your adrenaline is still bursting out of your body and your heart is thumping like bass drum in your chest. &amp;quot;That was amazing&amp;quot; you think to yourself. You buy the bike right then and there. The dealer removes the tracker and even fills the gas all the way for you. He hands you the keys and you are off. You head to the freeway and within moments of walking off the lot, you are speeding down the road at 70mph. You can feel your skin pulling against your bones as if you are leaving it behind. The roar of the engine fades out in your mind and its just silence in your brain despite the chaos around you. It is a peace you have never experienced before. You realize the sun is setting, how long have you been driving? You check your gas gauge and it is almost to empty. You take the next exit and realize you are hours away from your house. You only have $5 in your wallet and your bank account is almost empty from buying this bike. You can't get home. &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Hitchhike| Hitchhike]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Beg for gas money| Beg for gas money]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 19:25:54 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Pick_a_more_beginner_bike</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Test ride a bike</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Test_ride_a_bike</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You would be a phony if you made this game without having ridden a motorcycle. You justify the choice by saying its for research and find your nearest motorcycle dealer. On the w…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You would be a phony if you made this game without having ridden a motorcycle. You justify the choice by saying its for research and find your nearest motorcycle dealer. On the weekend, you go to the dealer and he shows you various bikes, which you can name and give the specs for all of them. He is impressed with your expansive knowledge and shows you the best bike he has on the lot, a Harley V-Rod. It is a rare bike with enough horsepower to knock your socks off. You aren't really sure you are ready to ride a bike like this, especially since you have never ridden a bike before. You haven't told the dealer this of course, so he is under the impression that you are a seasoned rider. You have a tough choice. &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Test ride the Harley| Test ride the Harley]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Pick a more beginner bike| Pick a more beginner bike]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 19:12:16 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Test_ride_a_bike</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Racing game</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Racing_game</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Hmmm, the other two sound interesting but you decide to go with a classic racing game. It has been done many time before, but it is generally always successful and well-recieved.…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, the other two sound interesting but you decide to go with a classic racing game. It has been done many time before, but it is generally always successful and well-recieved. Eric agrees with your logic and the new project begins. One of your coworkers suggest that the game be a motorcycle racing game and you agree. There is a thrill to motorcycles even if it is just a video game. You are tasked with designing the bikes even though your knowledge of them is less than sufficient. You spend countless nights researching all the various models and designs online. You check out dozens of motorcycle books from the library and read up on the different companies. After months of study, you are almost an expert despite the fact that you have never ridden a bike in your life. You know the statistics of motorcycle deaths and the dangers, but you have a curiosity that must be satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Test ride a bike| Test ride a bike]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Stick with your trusty car| Stick with your trusty car]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 19:05:49 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Racing_game</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Roberta</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Roberta</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You know the pain your wife went through in school with bullying and don't think it would be fair to force another human to go through that pain. You tell your wife and she agree…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You know the pain your wife went through in school with bullying and don't think it would be fair to force another human to go through that pain. You tell your wife and she agrees. Your daughter is born and you name her Roberta. She smiles when you say her name and you and your wife know this was the right choice. You keep your job as a waiter and take a bar tending job on the side to allow Yancy to stay at home with Roberta. You don't make a ton of money, but you make a comfortable amount to raise your child and support your wife. The years past and soon she is in school and excelling. She is constantly having play dates and the teachers praise her work. She graduates as the valedictorian of her high school and makes moving speech at graduation. She goes on to a nice college studying law. She becomes a high class lawyer and becomes a millionaire by the time she is 28. She lets you retire and pays your bills and expenses. You and Yancy could not be more proud. &lt;br /&gt;
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Roberta meets a guy named Adam and marries him. She is pregnant and contemplating baby names. She seeks your and your wife's advice and considers naming her child Yancy if it is a girl. &lt;br /&gt;
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Both you and Yancy shout, &amp;quot;NO!!!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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It becomes your duty in life to ensure no children ever receive the name Yancy. So far you and your wife have successfully talked ten couples out of naming their daughters this horrific name. Hopefully, after your death your daughter will continue your legacy. You die at the age of 90, and your daughter and continue to be advocates against the name Yancy. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 05:58:09 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Roberta</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Yancy Jr.</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Yancy_Jr.</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You want to make her happy and can see how much she wants to name her Yancy Jr. so you agree. Your daughter is born and her birth certificate reads Yancy Jr. You are sad, but aft…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You want to make her happy and can see how much she wants to name her Yancy Jr. so you agree. Your daughter is born and her birth certificate reads Yancy Jr. You are sad, but after seeing her beautiful face you realize how much a name doesn't matter. She is the light of your life and even if she was named Hairy Butthole you would still love her...(would you?). You go back to office work in order to provide a better life for your girls, and no matter how much you hate the meaningless work you will do anything so Yancy Sr. doesn't have to work. Time passes and soon Yancy Jr is in middle school. She gets teased daily because of her name, but she is too afraid to tell her mom or you because she knows her mom will be hurt. The other kids laugh at every roll call, even teachers laugh and she has to suffer that embarrassment every class period. She has one friend, and everyone else teases her. You and Yancy Sr. don't notice because she tries so hard to hide it at home. She pretends to have lots of friends, although you have only ever seen one. However, you never suspect anything. &lt;br /&gt;
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High school comes and things haven't gotten better, much worse in fact. The teasing has evolved into bullying. Young Yancy is scared just walking through the halls as the other kids throw pencils, rocks, and the likes at her. She can't understand why. Its not like she had any input in the name she was given, they should be beating up her parents not her. She is opening her locker one Wednesday, and a kid chucks a brick at her when she isn't looking. It comes into contact with her head and she is knocked unconscious. The kid stands there like a deer in headlights as a teacher grabs him by the collar and calls for help. Yancy Jr. is collapsed into her locker and the paramedics pull her out. She has lost a lot of blood, and the paramedics say her pulse is weak. You get a call on your cell phone from a number you don't recognize, but ignore it since you are in a meeting at the moment. Yancy Jr. is being operated on and the doctors don't have a lot of hope. Yancy gets a call and rushes to the hospital as soon as possible. She falls to the ground upon seeing the seemingly lifeless body of her daughter on the operating table. She can barely muster the power to call you from her phone. You see Yancy calling and pick up since she knows not to call you at work. You can't make out what she is saying between her loud gasps and crys, but you hear hospital and rush out the door. You arrive to see your wife in a paralyzed state in the waiting room. It takes a nurse coming over to explain to you what happened. Then you go through the same stages of shock and pain as your wife did an hour earlier until soon you both are sitting statues. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yancy Jr's surgeon walks out with a poker face and you stand as he approaches. You try and read his face, but it is obvious he has done this many times before and know how not give away anything. He says the surgery was a success and your daughter is stable. You breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he states that Yancy Jr. will likely never be the same, that she might have permanent brain damage. You and your wife go to her room where she is hooked up to a tangled mess of tubes and wires. Where is that beautiful face that you saw when she was born? You force yourself to look at her despite your urge to look away and deny her existence. After three days, she finally wakes up. She says your name but can't remember your wife's or her own for that matter and maybe for good reason. After a two years of rigorous therapy she is finally released and back to almost her old self. You call her by her middle name, now she is Roberta. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 05:48:30 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Yancy_Jr.</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Alien game</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Alien_game</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love a good alien game? You give your vote to an alien invasion type of game and Eric stares at you for a second before moving on. Apparently he doesn't like alien games. Out of 50 employees, you were the only one to vote for this type of game. You get alienated (haha) from the group and become an outcast. Nobody wants to eat lunch with you or talk to you around the water cooler. It is like you have the plague. You can't handle it anymore and quit after two months of this cold shoulder treatment. &lt;br /&gt;
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You join another gaming company that is coincidentally working on an alien game. You are privileged enough to work on it and realize why your old company didn't want to do it. The game gets released and two people in the whole world buy it. Your new company goes bankrupt and you are out of job again. Does nobody like alien games? What is wrong with this world? You are forced to become a waiter since nobody will hire you after looking at your depressing resume. You earn great tips with your witty puns and jokes, and end up enjoying your new line of work more than gaming. Funny how that works isn't it. You pay off your loans and one day meet a cool customer named Nancy. She gives you her number. Fast forward one year and you are married and expecting a child with (PLOT TWIST) her twin sister named Yancy. Nancy turned out to be a really annoying douchebag, but Yancy was totes chill. Hopefully, she doesn't want to name your expected daughter Yancy Jr. &lt;br /&gt;
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She does but you want to name her Roberta. Do you make her happy or push for your own wants?&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Yancy Jr. | Yancy Jr.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Roberta | Roberta]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 05:27:41 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Alien_game</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Alien game</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Alien_game</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Who doesn't love a good alien game? You give your vote to an alien invasion type of game and Eric stares at you for a second before moving on. Apparently he doesn't like alien ga…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love a good alien game? You give your vote to an alien invasion type of game and Eric stares at you for a second before moving on. Apparently he doesn't like alien games. Out of 50 employees, you were the only one to vote for this type of game. You get alienated (haha) from the group and become an outcast. Nobody wants to eat lunch with you or talk to you around the water cooler. It is like you have the plague. You can't handle it anymore and quit after two months of this cold shoulder treatment. &lt;br /&gt;
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You join another gaming company that is coincidentally working on an alien game. You are privileged enough to work on it and realize why your old company didn't want to do it. The game gets released and two people in the whole world buy it. Your new company goes bankrupt and you are out of job again. Does nobody like alien games? What is wrong with this world? You are forced to become a waiter since nobody will hire you after looking at your depressing resume. You earn great tips with your witty puns and jokes, and end up enjoying your new line of work more than gaming. Funny how that works isn't it. You pay off your loans and one day meet a cool customer named Nancy. She gives you her number. Fast forward one year and you are married and expecting a child with (PLOT TWIST) her twin sister named Yancy. Nancy turned out to be a really annoying douchebag, but Yancy was totes chill. Hopefully, she doesn't want to name your expected daughter Yancy Jr. &lt;br /&gt;
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You know she does but you want to name her Roberta. Do you make her happy or push for your own wants?&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Yancy Jr. | Yancy Jr.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Roberta | Roberta]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 05:26:34 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Alien_game</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Stay</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Stay</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You look at Eric and see he hasn't give up yet. You decide to stay with him until the end and fight for his company. The group goes into overdrive and starts really pushing for n…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You look at Eric and see he hasn't give up yet. You decide to stay with him until the end and fight for his company. The group goes into overdrive and starts really pushing for new ideas and high quality gaming experiences. The newest project is another adventure game but with no lead character. Instead the gamer creates the character themselves, be it male or female. It is a very customizable, interactive game and you see great potential in it. The story starts to develop and grows into an immersive, interesting plot. This game could really be it. The morale in the workplace is amazing and although the company is still struggling, everyone can see a bright horizon. Four months after the disappointing release of the last game, your company puts out, Tribe (the game). Unfortunately, one of your coworkers was a spy for another start up company and had been feeding all these ideas to your rival company. The day before your game was release, your rival put out, Alliance, essentially the same game to rave reviews. Your company was so busy putting the final touches on its game that it didn't see what its rival had done and released the game. Critics ripped Tribe apart for copying Alliance. Your company is done for. Eric skips town since he has lost trust in all his workers and the employees are left to pick up the pieces. There is nothing you can do, so you leave. &lt;br /&gt;
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You just watched someone's dreams and life work get crushed before your eyes. It wasn't just Eric's dreams, but it was that whole offices, including yours. You work so hard and sometimes it just doesn't pay off. You do whats right and the cheater prevails. Life is never fair that way. What is the point? You wonder that to yourself a lot these days. Maybe going back to school was a mistake, maybe staying at this company was a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
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You struggle to find work after people see Eric's company on your resume. It has become a black mark in the industry, and all your coworkers are feeling the pain as well. You make the incredibly hard decision to give it up and return to office work. You don the tie and suit once more, and become an cubicle slave once more. &lt;br /&gt;
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You die alone at age 54 from a stroke while sitting at your computer at work. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 05:15:07 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Stay</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Call off the wedding</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Call_off_the_wedding</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You get in your car and drive to a hotel. You call Lisa and call it all off. She begs and pleads with you to take her back, but you hold your ground and hang up. Katie calls you …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You get in your car and drive to a hotel. You call Lisa and call it all off. She begs and pleads with you to take her back, but you hold your ground and hang up. Katie calls you and apologizes and says Lisa came onto her. You actually believe her and tell her not to worry. You go back to your old apartment and Lisa is at the door. You walk past her without a word and slam the door in her face. She bangs on the door and you call the cops. You cite her for trespassing and harassment and the cops take her away. You call Katie and invite her over to talk. She obliges and comes over with a bottle of wine. Maybe it was the wine or the sadness or something else entirely, but you kiss Katie and she kisses you back. This can't happen you think, but then it does. You wake up the next morning in bed with Katie. She opens the door to leave and Lisa is standing there with the same look on her face that you had just 12 hours earlier. Revenge is sweet. &lt;br /&gt;
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You and Katie don't work out as a couple since she is gay, but every so often you both get together for a little fun. Lisa moves away to another state and that is that. Your programming job is going well and you work your way up the ladder. Within five years, you are almost at the top and earning six figures. You move into a nice house and start seeing a new girl you met at your local cafe. Her name is Ella and she is from Canada. You take it slow with this one and really get to know her. She is a fashion designer that started her own business when she was 18 and is now making more than you are. You admire her work ethic, her talent, and her humble nature. Her family is very sweet and loving. She has a younger sister named Tina that is very nice. If you had met Tina first, you probably would have gone after her. After dating for three years, you and Ella decide the time is right and get married. You have twins, a boy and girl. You take less hours at the office and try your hardest to be an excellent father. &lt;br /&gt;
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They grow up to be wonderful people, and you and Ella stay together until she passes away at 75 from skin cancer. You get to see your grandchildren grow but have to bury your son after he is shot during a gas station robbery. You die at 82 &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:58:53 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Call_off_the_wedding</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Fake happiness</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Fake_happiness</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You fake the best smile you can and go over and touch her stomach like all those people do in the movies. She starts laughing, hysterically laughing as you are rubbing her belly.…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You fake the best smile you can and go over and touch her stomach like all those people do in the movies. She starts laughing, hysterically laughing as you are rubbing her belly. You look at her with a mix of fear and confusion. She falls to the ground laughing until tears are running down her face and she can't breathe. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Gotcha!&amp;quot; She manages to utter between the horrifying laugh/screams&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You have got to be kidding me.&amp;quot; You say with a blank face. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This was a test to see how you would react if I really were &amp;quot;with child&amp;quot; and you fail. That was a horrible acting performance, don't quit your day job.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Fuck you&amp;quot; You say with more contempt than you have ever felt in your life. &lt;br /&gt;
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She slaps you across the face and you contemplate punching her like she deserves, but you one up her and walk out the door. You don't look back and walk out of her life forever. You spend the rest of your days living with Gary and subsequently Gary 2 in a modest apartment on the other side of town. You die with Gary 3 by your side. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:41:25 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Fake_happiness</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Be honest</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Be_honest</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You stare at the pee stick and say the first thing that comes to mind, &amp;quot;Oh hell NAW!&amp;quot; She drops the dish of food she is holding and it shatters on the ground.   She yells, &amp;quot;EXUSE…'&lt;/p&gt;
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She yells, &amp;quot;EXUSE ME?!?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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You reply with a simple, &amp;quot;Did I stutter?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She struts her big booty over to you stepping with her bare feet on the broken glass. You question if she is human or not, and right as she is about to reach you...&lt;br /&gt;
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Abortion punch! You sock her in the uterus and induce an abortion. A tiny gnome falls out of her skirt covered in her blood and runs under the crack under the door. Your mind cannot process what just happened and your brain implodes on itself. &lt;br /&gt;
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You die and she eats your brain. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:32:14 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Be_honest</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Go back to Lisa</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You get in your car and drive around for a few hours before turning around and heading back home. Lisa is on the couch crying and Katie is gone. She looks up as you walk in and s…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You get in your car and drive around for a few hours before turning around and heading back home. Lisa is on the couch crying and Katie is gone. She looks up as you walk in and sobs harder; you don't know what to say and go sit next to her. She leans on you and you have the strong urge to push her off but know that you shouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;
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You ask, &amp;quot;Why? When did this start?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She replies through sniffles that it was just a one time thing and will never happen again. Katie is gay and she was lonely, so she just decided to comfort her. You don't know if you believe her or not, but you hug her anyway. She kisses you, but you definitely feel her holding back something. You ask to postpone the wedding and she can't understand why. You just say you need to be sure this is the right thing. She becomes defensive and borderline aggressive at this suggestion and thinks its just an excuse. Maybe she is right. You two continue your relationship for the next few months as usual. Tension still sits in the air like a heavy cloud, but nobody has called off the wedding yet. You arrive home from work one day and Lisa has made dinner for you. Its baby back ribs, baby carrots, baby spinach........oh shit. &lt;br /&gt;
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There is a pregnancy test on your plate (gross) and its positive. Lisa has a cheek to cheek smile as you see it, but your heart sinks. You cannot have a baby with this cheating bitch. You should have gotten rid of her and evil dog when you had the chance. Now you are stuck for the next however many years with her and this unwanted kid. &lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Be honest| Be honest]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Fake happiness| Fake happiness]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:24:57 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Go_back_to_Lisa</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Leave</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Leave</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to not take the risk and take the out. He thanks you for your work and apologizes that things didn't turn out the way you had hoped for. You look to the big company fo…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to not take the risk and take the out. He thanks you for your work and apologizes that things didn't turn out the way you had hoped for. You look to the big company for a job, but they aren't hiring. Your loans still need to get paid and you have your other bills to take care of, so you really need a new job and fast. You find a programming job for a website and take it even though it only pays $35,000. The new job is reminiscent of the one you left to go to school and get out of. Its funny how things end up like that, but life sometimes sucks like that. By this time you are 34 and still unmarried and in debt. You are only have $15,000 and hope to have it paid out within the next two years. You get a dog and name him Gary. He is a real chill fella and keeps you company when the days get rough. You move up in your new company and start making $50,000 and finish paying off your loan which feels great. You also meet a cool chick named Lisa while walking Gary. She has a dog named Mary, who is kind of a bitch, but you pretend to like her anyway. You and Lisa date for two years before getting engaged. You set the wedding date for July 15th which is in four months. Two months later, you come home from work early one day and find Lisa in bed with her best friend Katie. You open the door and see them together then turn around and walk straight back to the car thinking &amp;quot;what the hell? Now what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Go back to Lisa| Go back to Lisa]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:12:08 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Leave</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Adventure game</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Adventure_game</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You think that an adventure game would be a good follow up to the war game. A female lead makes it a little risky because there has never been much success except for the Metroid…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You think that an adventure game would be a good follow up to the war game. A female lead makes it a little risky because there has never been much success except for the Metroid series, but if its done right, it could be great. He takes your consideration and says that this was the most popular suggestion, so he will likely choose it. Only days later, production begins on the game. It will follow a woman who lost her family in a vicious murder, and she decides to chase the murderer and take justice into her own hands. You strongly suggest not over sexualizing the lead by dressing her in scantily clad clothes with giant breasts, but the other horny game designers brush you off. The game has great graphics and controls, but the story leaves something to be desired. The game is released and you are not too pleased with the end result. The critics give it 4/10 and it does decent in sales but the company barely breaks even. Many reviews rip apart the sad attempt at creating a female lead and the unoriginal story. The company takes a real hit from this and sales slump. Your pay gets cut back to $60,000. You only have $75,000 left on your loan. You have been focused so intently on trying to make this company succeed that your personal life has taken a backseat. All your coworkers are male so there is nothing there, and you aren't a huge fan of the bar scene. You have met some nice girls at random parties, but nothing has grown from there. &lt;br /&gt;
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The company seems to be diminishing and morale is low. The boss is having to make cuts and you are truly afraid for your job. He calls you into his office and your face flushes with fear. He tells you about the cutbacks and you tell him you really need this job. He lets you know that the entire company may crumble if they can't release a profitable game, so he gives you the option to either [[Wdyw/Leave| Leave]] before it collapses or [[Wdyw/Stay| Stay]] and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:00:46 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Adventure_game</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdwy/New company on the rise</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdwy/New_company_on_the_rise</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to join a new company that is full of promise. You get a starting salary of $50,000 plus benefits, which is pretty good. Your student loans hang over your head, but at…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to join a new company that is full of promise. You get a starting salary of $50,000 plus benefits, which is pretty good. Your student loans hang over your head, but at this moment you are just focused on getting started in the gaming industry. Your boss, Eric, is a cool, young guy like yourself who started this company on his own, and your coworkers are mostly younger than you but are all very talented individuals. The company has yet to release a large selling game, but they have several projects in the works that will likely do well. You get to help with a great war game that is complex in nature and has a great multiplayer. It is released several months later to amazing reception and the company hits it big. You are promoted and get a raise to $80,000. You are slowly paying off the loans and currently still owe $150,000. It definitely wasn't a great decision to take out that much money, but if things keep going this well you might have them paid off sooner than you thought. &lt;br /&gt;
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The company has several projects still in the idea stages, and they aren't sure which one to flesh out to a full-fledged game. Eric is asking all the employees for suggestions. The ideas are a adventure game following a strong female lead, an alien invasion game where you are the aliens, or a motorcycle racing game. Which one do you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[Wdyw/Adventure game| Adventure game]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Alien game| Alien game]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Wdyw/Racing game| Racing game]]&lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 03:46:49 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdwy/New_company_on_the_rise</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Go Back</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Go_Back</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to head back to the US. Tina decides to stay in Europe and you part ways. You move back into your old place and remember you have to pay back those student loans. You …'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You decide to head back to the US. Tina decides to stay in Europe and you part ways. You move back into your old place and remember you have to pay back those student loans. You check how much you owe and with interest now you owe $300,000. You take a game design job at a fairly well-known company but the pay is less than satisfactory. Almost all of your paychecks go to paying off your loans. The debt keeps growing and after a year you still owe $300,000 because you can only pay off the interest at this point. You get a promotion and earn a decent wage but have no money for fun or anything of the sort. After two years, you now owe $200,000. You thought things would get easier with this new degree. You thought you would be happy doing something you love, but it has just become another job. You go through the motions of life, paying off the loans slowly. There is no time for dating or vacations because you need every dollar. You start working 70 hour weeks and your debt is down to $50,000 after seven years. You keep hoping things will change when the debt is gone, but this is becoming your life. Work is your life , you don't have anything to fall back on. No wife, no kids, no family. After ten years, you finally pay off the entire loan and become a free man. &lt;br /&gt;
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You send the check in the mail and while driving home from the post office, a drunk driver runs a red light and slams into your car. You die on impact. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 01:10:11 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Go_Back</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Go back to England</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Go_back_to_England</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You head back to England and your family is waiting for you at the airport. You walk right up to them, but they don't see you and keep looking over your shoulder. They don't reco…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You head back to England and your family is waiting for you at the airport. You walk right up to them, but they don't see you and keep looking over your shoulder. They don't recognize you until you say their names. Tina can't believe its you and she takes off in the other direction. Your kids are older and only your oldest sees that it is you and gives you a hug. You ask your mother in law to stay with them and you run in the direction Tina went. You find her crouched on the ground in an empty terminal. She can't look at you and you try and talk but she won't listen. Security comes up and pulls you away, but you tell them she is your wife. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tina screams, &amp;quot;THAT IS NOT MY HUSBAND!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Your face crumples as you stare at her and walk away. She is trembling as the guards try and comfort her. You go back to your kids and tell your mother in law what happened she takes the kids to go get her daughter. You tell her you can't do this and leave. You aren't sure where to go, but you catch a cab and go to the countryside. You end up in a small little town and check into a hotel. You find a job working at a pub and move into an extra room above the bar. On weekends you visit your children at their grandma's house. Tina still won't look at you, although you are starting to look like your old self now that the scars are fading and your hair is darkening. Sometimes you wish you hadn't returned, but you can't imagine being far away from your kids. At least now they will get to grow up with a father. &lt;br /&gt;
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You never get over Tina and date a few people but never marry again. You lose one of your kids at age 23 to a car accident, but the others grow and start their own families. You die trying to break up a bar fight late one night at the age of 54. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 01:00:35 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Go_back_to_England</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Wdyw/Start a new life in the US</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Wdyw/Start_a_new_life_in_the_US</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Robandkil:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You call Tina after your release and tell her you can't go back to England. She cries, but says she has found a new man and the kids are doing good. You are happy and hurt but kn…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You call Tina after your release and tell her you can't go back to England. She cries, but says she has found a new man and the kids are doing good. You are happy and hurt but know that you have made the right decision. You have a little bit of money and get an apartment in Los Angeles. You start the job hunt, but with a criminal record it is incredibly difficult to even get an interview. You run into an ex-coworker from your old company and they tell you they started there own business. They offer you a job and you are in disbelief but gladly accept. Soon, you are making a decent salary and your wounds are healing. You start to not look like a crack head and things begin to turn around. One of your co-workers invites you to a birthday party and you meet Denise. She is your age, 42, and is divorced as well but has custody of her daughter. You begin to date and a year later are married again. You chat and send letters to your kids in England every week and visit them several times a year. Tina got remarried as well and has a new baby on the way. You and Denise don't plan on having any kids, but you are thinking about adopting a foster child. There is still a lot to consider at this point. &lt;br /&gt;
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At 67, you and Denise are still married and her daughter has grown and had two kids. You adopted a 10 year old named Earl and he is now 28 about to get married. The business your coworker hired you at grew and is now a very successful world renowned company. You got a nice retirement and don't need to worry about money anymore. Things turned out alright, and you died at 70 years old of a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2012 00:37:26 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Robandkil</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Wdyw/Start_a_new_life_in_the_US</comments>		</item>
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