<?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>Trench on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/trench/</link><description>Recent content in Trench on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/trench/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Solid Revenge</title><link>/stories/2018/01/11/solid-revenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/11/solid-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Frankie Massino was trying to figure out why he was lying on something pliable yet cold while his front side was warmer. He may have had a bit too much to drink last night but he’d never had a hangover like he was experiencing now. The pounding in his skull was almost nauseating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trying to lift his hands to his head to see if that would somehow help the throbbing pain to stop, Frankie found that he was unable to move them. His eyelids felt like they were made of lead as he tried to open them. Using all his energy to try and force them apart, Frankie began to understand what had happened to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>