<?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>Rbd101 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/rbd101/</link><description>Recent content in Rbd101 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/rbd101/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Volunteer 2</title><link>/stories/2002/09/30/the-volunteer-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/09/30/the-volunteer-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;
The
Volunteer written by rbd101&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ned awoke at the sound of
a door opening. Panic seized him by the throat when he found that he could
not open his eyes. He couldn’t even move. Even the yelled he made were
muffled by an inflatable gag that filled his entire mouth. It was then
that Ned slowly started to calm down and access the situation. He remembered
yesterday. He remembered Dave and his mummification. He even remembered
Steve and Jordan, another two unfortunate who fell into Dave’s trap. Light
suddenly flooded into Ned’s eyes. With a muffled grunt, he squinted until
his eyes grew accustomed to the bright light. A smiling face hovered over
him. It was Dave.
“Thirsty?” Dave asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Volunteer</title><link>/stories/2002/09/12/the-volunteer/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/09/12/the-volunteer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Ned was out of luck. He
was out of a job and out of money. He was also three months behind his
rent. The day had been yet another fruitless job search. Ned was desperate
enough to try anything at this point. On his way up, he opened his mailbox
and reached in, pulling out the usual junk mail. On any other day, Ned
would have thrown them away without a second glance, but today, he scanned
through them in hopes of finding a job offer, any job offer. Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>