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		<title>The Created</title>
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		<description>A Storytelling Game Of Stolen Lives</description>
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			<title>A Wound in the Mountain</title>
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			<description>Your first sensation is the unbearable heat. A volatile flame beneath your flesh, threatening to sear you from within and slough the patchwork flesh from your bones. On the surface you feel the bitter sting of glacial air whipping at your raw flesh.You howl out in a roar which stutters with the spattering flame. You want to open your eyes, but feel only the compulsion to tear your body apart in search of the flame inside of you. This strange urge passes once the heat stabilises. The pain of the  ...</description>
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			<title>Down but not Out</title>
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			<dc:creator>Ashbound Sage</dc:creator>
			<description>At first darkness is all that you know. An inky blackness that has swallowed all of what you once were. Pressure joins the darkness, a course, crushing weight pressing in on your body from all directions. Oppression lingers over you like a palpable force, enslaving you to an unfathomable and impossible force. 



Suddenly you become aware of something that you are missing. A pain blossoms in your chest and you panic. You attempt to move, but find yourself bound at wrists and ankles.



Spoiler:2009-10-29  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 02:54:38 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Criticality</title>
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			<description>White hot sparks flit from thought to thought, burning out and leaping to the next fleeting sensation as your consciousness is born from dead flesh and forbidden fire. Your mind is unable to focus on anything as it floats in a fevered river. You feel your limbs jerk and claw involuntarily at your chest as something unseen and immovable pins you to the ground by your torso. Your mind emerges and you feel white hot agony. It forces your eyes open. You howl out.



You see a thick, vascular arm  ...</description>
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			<title>Tattered and Torn</title>
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			<description>Tearing, tearing, tearing... your first recollection is neither pleasant nor complete. It lingers on the memory; a dream escaping those tentative moments of wakefulness like a moth from the dark. Traces remain. Submerged into shadow and torn apart by a pure and unpunishable fury. Spat together in gobbets by many mouths contorted into a variety of dispositions. Anger. Sorrow. Loathing. Glee. Regret. Others... nuances of these entitys which are either beyond your capacity for thought or gone from  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 19:27:38 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Born of Earth, Beneath Minds like Glass</title>
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			<description>It was your Pilgrimage that brought you back here, back to the mounds. This place has haunted the chaotic shifting fires of your dreamscape for as long as you can remember. You might call it your birthplace, if you were inclined to attach such perverse sentimentality to it. As things are, they remain a place of fear and uncertainty. You only remember parts of it. Terrible, nebulous details of what happened to you broken up by hideous nothing. Perhaps it was the desire to become master of memory's  ...</description>
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