<?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>Figurine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/figurine/</link><description>Recent content in Figurine on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/figurine/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Living Figurines</title><link>/stories/2019/06/19/living-figurines/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/19/living-figurines/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. I just don&amp;rsquo;t like you that way.&amp;rdquo; Matt had heard a variation of those words a few times in his life. As many as the times he tried to approach a girl. The girl looked at him awkwardly saddened as she said those words. They always did. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t that unattractive, just chubby. But he could never seem cool around girls and most nights ended up with him on the couch, watching anime and movies, or playing video-games. &amp;ldquo;All these stuck up sluts!&amp;rdquo; Matt thought to himself. He was fed up with women. Finally, they would pay for rejecting him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Costumes</title><link>/stories/2016/02/07/the-costumes/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/02/07/the-costumes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey dweeb!  You&amp;rsquo;ve got customers, so get your skinny ass out here!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emerging from the back room of his small shop, Raymond watched as his newest customers approached.  So far, his dealings with this small group hadn&amp;rsquo;t been pleasant, and he saw no reason to expect this time to be any different.  Solemnly he gazed at each member of the approaching group.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Doug, the leader, was tall, muscular, almost too handsome for his own good.  Combining the body of a lumberjack with all the finesse of a crazed bull in a china shop, he delighted in tormenting anyone smaller than himself.  Which, to be honest, was pretty much everyone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Figurine</title><link>/stories/2010/11/26/the-figurine/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/11/26/the-figurine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is covered by the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License (&lt;a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/" title="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/"&gt;https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have this one figurine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not much of a collector, really, but this one I just had to have. Something about it just spoke to me. It was fairly normal, as far as figurines of anime characters go. A girl in a schoolgirl outfit in a fairly neutral pose, legs crossed, head tilted slightly downwards, holding a schoolbag out in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>