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		<title>Home Sweet Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 22:01:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The room Nikki now found herself standing in was lavishly furnished with a vast array of hanging velvet drapes, a pinewood bed with immaculately pressed bed linen upon it, several pieces of select antique wardrobes and a full-length mirror. It looked like something straight from the 1940’s. A large portrait of the most beautiful women Nikki had ever seen hung on the wall above the pinewood bed. Her perfectly blue eyes, flawless complexion, strong cheekbones and strawberry blonde hair made it hard for Nikki to tear her eyes away, but the thought of having to endure what Kingsley had in store and not getting paid at the end of it, refocused her attention quickly.]]></description>
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		<title>All Flash No Design</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 21:59:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The single player campaign of Black Ops is told from the perspective of a CIA agent named Alex Mason, who is strapped to a chair and surrounded by televisions. A mystery man is behind glass goading him, searching for answers.  This is used as the medium to introduce the liner and very boring Call Of Duty game-play that seems to be steadily getting worse with each new release. The game progresses through a verity of characters and their prospective on various aspects of war.]]></description>
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		<title>Twisted Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 21:44:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Alvin ginned, slipping further under the blankets in case his mum came up to investigate. Alvin remained in the darkness for a moment, enjoying the warmth and the strange unfamiliar heat from his penis. It was hard...what did that mean? Alvin wasn’t sure, but what he did know was how good it felt when he touched it. He slipped his hand down his pajama bottoms and began stroking his semi-hard penis.]]></description>
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		<title>Undead &#8211; Chapter One</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 18:19:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Grunting, Uncle Robbie scuffled back to its feet, it's unseeing eyes fixed on Soid,  arms outstretched, mouth open, yellow teeth bared in anticipation of its next meal, it lunged. Soid was ready for the attack, whipping the butt of the rifle against the creature's face, feeling bone snap beneath the blunt force, sending it sprawling onto it's back. Before it had a chance to get up, Soid aimed downed the rifles scope and pulled the trigger, watching in pure horror as the old man's head exploded in a shower of gore and brain matter.]]></description>
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		<title>Deception</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 18:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Noel Bradley killed his wife. He stabbed her until only fingerprints could identify the mangled corpse. The police identified an excess of over 200 stab wounds on Louise Bradley's body and found that she had also been brutally raped.]]></description>
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		<title>A Gross Time Of Year</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 17:33:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It had been over ten years since the last snow storm had hit South Port, a sleepy town nestled in the hills of Scotland. Max had just been a babe in his mother's arms, eyes almost popping out of his skull in amazement at the falling flasks outside, gyrating in the driving gale.]]></description>
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