<?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>Saw on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/saw/</link><description>Recent content in Saw on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/saw/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Extreme Magic Vignette: Studio Sawing</title><link>/stories/2016/06/13/extreme-magic-vignette-studio-sawing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/13/extreme-magic-vignette-studio-sawing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extreme Magic Vignette: Studio sawing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The studio was quite noisy, mostly with the chatter of the audience, seated in the steep ranks of seating on one side of the vast space. Between them and the flat white expanse of floor were several studio cameras with their operators, each checking in with the gallery and readying themselves for they had been told would be an interesting evenings filming.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Audience had been briefed to stay mostly quiet unless the man introduced as Bob, the studio manager, held up a card for a reaction. He was earnestly speaking into the microphone of his head set. He went and stood in the middle of the floor and began waving his arms, causing the audience to quieten enough that he could be heard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Perils of Pauline</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-perils-of-pauline/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-perils-of-pauline/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Pauline struggled with the ropes binding her arms behind her back and her ankles together. Her struggles intensified with every inch of rising water in the glass sided tank she was currently standing in which was now passing her breasts. The wet ropes were hampering her; as she twisted her naked body her breasts pressed against the inside of the glass. As the water covered her neck she tried kicking her feet free of the ropes which also anchored her to the bottom of the tank. Her attention shifted from struggling to breathing as the water covered her head, craning her neck to keep her nose above the rising water. With her ears covered the only sound she could hear was the water poring into the tank. Straining against the ropes at her feet Pauline sucked one last breath through her nose as the water covered her head. The water stopped and there was silence as she fought the bindings and strained her neck but the surface and the life giving air on the other side remained just out of reach. Her blond hair floated around her head like some mythical medusa as her lungs began to scream and bubbles escaped her mouth as she fought the urge to breath.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>