<?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>Tslar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tslar/</link><description>Recent content in Tslar on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tslar/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>World of Shrunks</title><link>/stories/2020/10/10/world-of-shrunks/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/10/world-of-shrunks/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ethnic-food"&gt;Ethnic Food&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I lay on my back. Below and above me there are other naked shrunken people. We are all stacked in a pile, laying on each other inside a metal container. My view is currently blocked by a pair of legs resting on my face, above it there are more bodies. I cannot move much, they must have injected me something that made my body go numb. There&amp;rsquo;s a strong smell of street food, something fried. There are muffled human voices around, it must be somewhere central, with large traffic of people. I try to listen closely, but I cannot recognize any words.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>