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			<title>Sgt. Rangel</title>
			<description>In the aftermath of the Third World War, the survivors gather in small bands.  Militia, Military, and Bandits plague the land.  The cities have been laid to waste and the fields are barren cemeteries.  </description>
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			<title>My Modern Perspective</title>
			<description>A running journal compiled of thoughts and opinions.  </description>
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			<description>It was another day of monotony.&amp;nbsp; The time passed slowly, as if each grain of sand in the hourglass had to stop and ask permission to fall.&amp;nbsp; I sat there, watching the seconds laboriously tick off the clock.&amp;nbsp; I felt as if my life was draining away with each slow solid moment of time.&amp;nb..</description>
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