<?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>Thrack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/thrack/</link><description>Recent content in Thrack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/thrack/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>I Am NOT Food</title><link>/stories/2009/06/06/i-am-not-food/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/06/i-am-not-food/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Long ago, deep in a valley, there was a small village of people. A
farming community of simple people with simple beliefs. Everyone knew
everyone and there was no crime or problem of any kind within the town
itself! Outside the town that is a much different story. Everything
from trolls, ogres, dragons, and wizards crept around in neighboring
forests, mountains, and fields. The only reason why the town was
safe, was the fact that there was quite a bit of people there, and
they always have power in numbers. This kept mostly everything away
from them, and over time and generations it got to the point that
everything dangerous was sooo distant from them, that no one had ever
even seen a Dragon, wizard or etc.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>