<?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>Itch on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/itch/</link><description>Recent content in Itch on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/itch/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Rivals</title><link>/stories/2017/09/06/the-rivals/</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/06/the-rivals/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - A Friendly Game of Ping Pong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She HAD to find a way out - the alternative was unthinkable. Her nefarious opponent had put her into a truly diabolical situation. How had it come to this?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Struggling wouldn&amp;rsquo;t help. Not that she hadn&amp;rsquo;t tried, of course. But even if she had twice the strength she still wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be able to break free by force. If there was someone there with her, she could beg and plead. But she was alone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>