<?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>Other-Fm+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/other-fm/</link><description>Recent content in Other-Fm+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/other-fm/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Stargate 3: Magical Trap</title><link>/stories/2012/08/12/stargate-3-magical-trap/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/08/12/stargate-3-magical-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="stargate2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Magical Trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Weaver had been given the go-ahead by her queen, Arachne – so she put her plan into motion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her targets were the local female super heroines who were immune to the Spiderwoman pheromones that could control the males. They were also far more intelligent, so she and Arachne has developed a multi-stage plan to both capture these “annoyances” so they didn’t impede Arachne’s scheme to take over Earth. They also though provided a unique opportunity to the Spiderwoman race via the Stargate to have super-powered slaves, a unique food source AND provide new breeding stock to genetically improve their race.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drider 3 part 2</title><link>/stories/2005/07/23/drider-3-part-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/07/23/drider-3-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="drider3pt2.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her husband dying. The bill collectors. Bankruptcy. The government
seizing her house and almost everything she owned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homeless, she wandered the streets for many cold and miserable nights.
The only shelter she knew had been the singles bar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he had walked in through the door…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rose smiled softly at the memory of first meeting that young man, seeing
him come through that door. In him she saw her escape from the cold, homeless
nights and loneliness. She wasn’t aware of smiling. She was asleep, despite the fact that she
was hanging upside down in a cave, bound nose to toe in white, tight, and
warm silk. Considering her predicament, it was a wonder that she could
sleep at all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>