<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Bad Spyro on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bad-spyro/</link><description>Recent content in Bad Spyro on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bad-spyro/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Final Resting Place</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/my-final-resting-place/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/my-final-resting-place/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to the members of the Gromet&amp;rsquo;s plaza,
who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the
likes of Jenny and Toran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all started 3 years ago, when a group of us met up, and decided to start a
game, a sex game of warped proportions between our group. Each round was 6
months long, and usually involved a modification of some sort, and recently
the stakes had been getting higher.
My name was pulled out of the hat.
My head started to spin.
My partner started to think, as the cogs in her head started to turn.
At that point, I knew mine was going to top it all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>