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  <title>Midnightcrusader's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Why do you ask? do you rly want to know? you dont, and if you do, i pitty your soul</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-11-13T05:23:39Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Whats left of the Brain at 3:00 AM</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here I am, watching the same show that was on a few hours ago, and with nothing to eat. Fuck&amp;#8230; its raining now. rain normally calms me, but tonight it reminds me of her. I&amp;#8217;d give anything to have her in my arms&amp;#8230; I wonder if there&amp;#8217;s any food in the fridge? Nope. I sit back down and flip through the channels. Nothing but shit. So here I am, Watching the same show that was on a few hours ago, and with nothing to eat. The rain calls to me, tells me what i need most. She&amp;#8217;s not far now, just a few months more&amp;#8230; Damn Dish TV, powering down on me. Who cares, I saw this show just a few hours ago. I want my girl&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-15T08:10:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T05:23:39Z</updated>
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      <name>Midnightcrusader</name>
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    <title type="text">The Last Stand</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Get up you fool! Get up or you&amp;#8217;ll die!&amp;#8221; Zane yelled, i could barely hear him. I smell blood and what i think was burnt flesh, where was my combat helmet? And then i remember the shell, and the flash of light&amp;#8230;. Where are my men!? My vision clears and answers my question. They&amp;#8217;re all gathered around me, well, whats left of them.&lt;br /&gt; I grab for my rifle, the clip&amp;#8217;s low on ammo. Why didnt we have some warning? i jump for cover just in time to see Zane&amp;#8217;s arm blown away at the elbow, his shriek chilling me to the bone. We never had a chance, we were the last line and yet they reached us first.&lt;br /&gt; I prime a grenade, lob it over the bit of cover i have and wait for the blast. It goes off with shattering force, and i make a mad dash for them. I drop three, no, four of them before i feel the impact and my legs give. Shitfire, i look like a block of swiss. i Laugh, which turns into a cough and sprays blood on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;d say a prayer if I thought I had the right. At least we tried&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;At least we tried&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-15T07:17:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T19:46:18Z</updated>
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      <name>Midnightcrusader</name>
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