<?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>Nebuloso on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/nebuloso/</link><description>Recent content in Nebuloso on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/nebuloso/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hedonia 2</title><link>/stories/2012/07/01/hedonia-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/07/01/hedonia-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="hedonia.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hedonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number
of lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. The forbidden side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brian was excited. Finally he passed through the doors that, just 20
minutes ago, he promised his girlfriend not to pass. He had to, because
actually, she didn&amp;rsquo;t allow it. She was being massaged for hours, and he
was supposed to enjoy looking at shops and the holographic decorations.
Sure they were impressive, but it was simply mean of her to forbid going to
the erotic fair. He was a grown up after all, and also she had to learn to
trust him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hedonia</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/hedonia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/hedonia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number
of lives.
Licence: CC BY &lt;a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/"&gt;https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Foreboding Prologue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jenny shot a sideway glance at Sarah, who was driving the car.
&amp;ldquo;I still don&amp;rsquo;t get, why you got lip injections,&amp;rdquo; she said.
&amp;ldquo;Oh, let it go already,&amp;rdquo; laughed Sarah. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ve been nagging me since I
returned from Hedonia. I though you were more open-minded than that. I like
the Angelina Jolie-look they give me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>