<?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>Virtual-Reality on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/virtual-reality/</link><description>Recent content in Virtual-Reality on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/virtual-reality/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tamed</title><link>/stories/2018/01/14/tamed/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/14/tamed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sarah gets stuck in a virtual reality game where she is a four-legged ponygirl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah Brightman knocked on the door, then pushed it open and entered a
spacious college suite, Two college boys, Duane and Joshua, greeted her, a
little too casually. They were both sitting at their laptops, and didn&amp;rsquo;t
completely stop working. &amp;ldquo;Come on in,&amp;rdquo; Duane said.
Sarah knew the boys only slightly, from electrical engineering classes.
The connection had been made through her friend Harmony - who just at that
moment breezed into the suite from an entrance on the other side of the
room. The girls greeted each other warmly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Copy</title><link>/stories/2008/05/08/copy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/05/08/copy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want you to know up front that I’m telling you this first story so that I can tell you a better one later. My husband had warned me that this next session was going to be a special one. Normally when he says something like this I just assume that it’s going to be a new adventure only slightly out of the ordinary, but this time there was something more wicked in his voice.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Copy</title><link>/stories/2008/05/08/copy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/05/08/copy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want you to know up front that I’m telling you this first story so that I can tell you a better one later. My husband had warned me that this next session was going to be a special one. Normally when he says something like this I just assume that it’s going to be a new adventure only slightly out of the ordinary, but this time there was something more wicked in his voice.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>