<?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>Ingest on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ingest/</link><description>Recent content in Ingest on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ingest/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Last Day of Her 29th Year Part 2: The Death of Doctor Vader</title><link>/stories/2013/02/15/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-2-the-death-of-doctor-vader/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/15/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-2-the-death-of-doctor-vader/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(a spiritual sequel to “&lt;a href="lastday_29thyear.html"&gt;the last day of her 29th year&lt;/a&gt;“)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Death of Doctor Vader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well hello there” Hazel grinned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“No sense in struggling too hard, you might hurt yourself” She chuckled as she knelt, to be face to face with her captive. Georgia tested her bonds and groaned into her ring-gag, but she was held tightly in place. She was strapped tightly, in a kneeling position, her arms pulled tight behind her back and secured to some sort of metal frame.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chocolate</title><link>/stories/2009/08/09/chocolate/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/08/09/chocolate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cheryl was what you’d call ‘Strictly Business’ and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay’s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation. She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cheryl’s job was supposed to involve Sales and Marketing, as well as to perform as acting Head of the Assets Committee. She was supposed to make sure the business ran like a business and not just some mom and pop candy store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Last Day of Her 29th Year Part 2: The Death of Doctor Vader</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-2-the-death-of-doctor-vader/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-last-day-of-her-29th-year-part-2-the-death-of-doctor-vader/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lastday_29thyear.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Day of Her 29th Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;_(a spiritual sequel to “&lt;a href="lastday_29thyear.html"&gt;the last day of her 29th year&lt;/a&gt;“)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Death of Doctor Vader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well hello there” Hazel grinned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“No sense in struggling too hard, you might hurt yourself” She chuckled as she knelt, to be face to face with her captive. Georgia tested her bonds and groaned into her ring-gag, but she was held tightly in place. She was strapped tightly, in a kneeling position, her arms pulled tight behind her back and secured to some sort of metal frame.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>