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		<title>Mike G Burton | WritersCafe.org</title>
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			<title>Epilogue</title>
			<description>We buried Big D on the hillside where he first gave the order to attack. Twelve others were buried alongside him. The words were few, the emotions high. No one could figure out what Big D's cryptic message was supposed to mean, but no one really wanted to accept the fact that his flame was finally e..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Working our way back to the main base, I did a visual check of the men under my command. I noticed that Jax had a small leak in his jetpack.&quot;Switch, use that repair pack and fix Jax's jets.&quot; I relayed to my teammate.&quot;Sure thing, Gan.&quot; he responded. &quot;So, have you had any reports from base?&quot;&quot;No. This ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Peering into the darkness of the pit we had surrounded, I looked for any sign of movement. There, just past the edge of the hard tarmac was a sentry talking with a fellow short-straw puller. They were both in light armor and armed with the familiar energy pack and laser rifle. The one closest to me ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Crossing a desert is no fun. Crossing a desert in battle armor is downright nasty. While tempers flared along with the sweat glands, the men contemplated the news of the previous evening. Big D hadn't said a word except for a few grunts to Hippie at the COMM console. After an unsuccessful attempt at..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>My name's Gangreen. It's a long story about how I got that name, but I'm not here to tell you that one. Listen carefully to a tale of love, deceit and destruction. Well, maybe not love. It all started as our motley troupe crossed into the Blasted Plains...My job among the men I was traveling with wa..</description>
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			<title>The Last Battle</title>
			<description>A TRIBES fanfic written way back in 1999.</description>
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