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		<title>Acts of Evil</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:39:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From: The Springview Historical Society To: Nick Powell and Don McGinnis Subject: Haunted School Dear Mr. Powell and Mr. McGinnis The Springview Historical Society would like to hire you to determine whether or not the local school is haunted. It has been closed since the 1980&#8242;s because of strange occurrences that have happened since the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Evil Rising</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nick Powell gazed at the carpeting of clouds from his seat on the plane. His assistant, Don McGinnis, was asleep in the seat next to him. Nick got up as quietly as he could and reached into the compartment above Don&#8217;s head. He slid out his laptop, careful not to make a sound, and sat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bad Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:32:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Doug McDougal yawned and sat up in bed. His girlfriend was already up. &#8220;Morning, Sleepy Head,&#8221; she said walking in. &#8220;Morning,&#8221; he said, getting out of bed. &#8220;I thought that, before work, you could come with me this morning,&#8221; she said hopefully, &#8220;to Madame Shantel.&#8221; &#8220;Aw, Leela, you know I don&#8217;t believe in that psychic [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dirt Girl</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:31:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve finally figured out how to work this thing. It&#8217;s one of two gadgets I stole before leaving the cargo hold. Some sort of audio log to document life here on this brave new world. Who better to do it than the only smart one on the planet? Here goes: Mag&#8217;s audio log. It&#8217;s been [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Evil Unearthed</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:29:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m so lost!&#8221; moaned Don. He was in the center of campus holding a map that the wind was fiercely trying to rip from his grasp. He looked in confusion at his surroundings, then back down at the map. &#8220;Need some help?&#8221; a female voice asked. Don turned toward the source of the sound. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Reflections of Evil</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:23:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Peggy Smith awoke to the sound of doors slamming. It was the third time that week. She knew that if she were to get up and investigate, she would find no one. It had been three months since she&#8217;d moved to the house and this had been going on almost every night. She was fed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bonding</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:10:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Public Transcript Of Speech Given At Mindbonding Center 407 Ferris Street, Los Angeles 0900 hours Pacific Time September 6, 2102 vr://336_67.996.mindbonding.renning.org Hello, my name is Allison. You may recognize me from the VRnews or talk shows. My husband and I considered one of the three successfully mindbonded couples. You’ll have seen the unsuccessfully mindbonded on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Unfortunate</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 01:43:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cedar Rapids paced the deck in front of the assembled crew, her brown ponytail swishing behind her. “Is this what we signed on for—not that we signed on, really––but is this what we were forcibly volunteered for? No!” She smashed a fist into her palm. “We’re fighting someone else’s war. And it’s a losing one!” [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Kitchen</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 01:42:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the cheery red and white tiled kitchen, a girl in her mid twenties was digging frantically through the cupboards. Her neatly done up brown hair was rapidly turning into a frizzy mess. “Cody! Where did you put the colander?” Cody, damp blonde hair escaping from the towel wrapped around her head, peeked in through [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Planet Zero</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 01:41:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is my personal account of the worst assignment I’ve ever had. If you take the time to read my official report you’ll find that they differ a bit.  It was 0500 hours standard time when we approached Planet Zeronagisu (I call it Planet Zero). I had set my alarm for 0430, but had slept [...]]]></description>
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