<?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>Ukasphyxia on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ukasphyxia/</link><description>Recent content in Ukasphyxia on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/ukasphyxia/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Quiet Night in with the TV</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-quiet-night-in-with-the-tv/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-quiet-night-in-with-the-tv/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I arrive on schedule to my appointment, clutching my rucksack to one
shoulder. After ringing the doorbell, I wait nervously until the door is
released by remote control. Following the instructions I received by e-mail
the day before, I enter, closing the heavy door behind me. I climb the
stairs in front of me quickly in case I lose my nerve and make a hasty retreat.
The room is sparsely decorated, only a large wardrobe and large steel trunk
furnish it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>