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			<title>The Devil&amp;rsquo;s Den</title>
			<description>I was a homeless orphan girl. Although I had barely any friends, I never felt lonely. I grew up without ever knowing who my parents were, and I had little memory of my childhood. Nevertheless, I was a very cheerful and lively girl. I never had a care in the world and I usually spent my time gleefull..</description>
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			<title>Postlude</title>
			<description>I woke up.Why wasn't I able to hear what Colonel Sanders had said?Did the acid mess with my brain, putting me into a dream that I thought I woke up from?If so, this must be a really, really, realistic dream.If I die will I wake up from this dream?I don't want to wake up from this dream.I&amp;nbsp;don't ..</description>
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			<title>Pt 6 - And the winner is</title>
			<description>I massaged the super acid into my scalp with my fingers, then with my palms when my fingers dropped off, then I used my wrists when my palms dropped off. My body was hurting so badly that I was wondering why I hadn't died from the shock. The event eventually drew to a close. The acid had melted all ..</description>
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			<title>Pt 5 - Delaying the inevitable</title>
			<description>Ronald McDonald brought me out into the open. The sun was setting, and the rain wasn't pouring as heavily now. I was trapped in Colonel Sanders' backyard and had no escape. So, I walked slowly and tried to stall for as long as possible. The pockets of air in my hair was able to slow down the super a..</description>
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			<title>Pt 4 - Ronald McDonald</title>
			<description>After hiding in the basement for several hours, I felt something stroking from my hair down to my neck. Shivers went through my spine as I heard someone whispering slowly into my ear &quot;you didn't actually think you could escape my domain, huh?&quot;. As I turned around, I saw Ronald McDonald several milli..</description>
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			<title>Pt 3 - Finding security in things not seen</title>
			<description>The basement was extremely dark. I could hardly see anything. I crept up to a corner with lots of large objects for me to find comfort in hiding. All I was able to hear and smell are the terrified rats scampering over their dead cousins and with a whiff of rotting burger and fries. I sighed. A few s..</description>
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			<title>Pt 2 - Comfort is a Joke</title>
			<description>I needed a place to hide. I quickly ran to shelter. Drops of rain touched my skin. It stung so badly. I quickly realized it wasn't vinegar. It was a super acid.&amp;nbsp;I didn't want to participate, and for hours, I kept fleeing to different places with shade from the rain. The rain was so acidic that ..</description>
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			<title>Pt 1 - Let the games begin</title>
			<description>Everybody on Mars was as weird as heck. Almost everyone was a humanoid, but mutated of sorts. There was a crocodile man running around, and other impossibly bizarre yet fancy looking humanoids performing seemingly crazy stuff. My life was pitiful and I always hid in a dark corner because I didn't wa..</description>
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			<title>Pt 0 - Global domination</title>
			<description>Year: 5000AD. Planet: Mars. Population: 1,000,000,000,000. The entire globe was dominated by one individual: Colonel Sanders. His voice echoes throughout the globe whenever he speaks. He is the man feared by everyone. Colonel Sanders organizes global tournaments every day, and at the end of every to..</description>
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			<title>Prelude</title>
			<description>I have just woken up from an ultra-realistic, very lucid, and unbelievably detailed dream between ~1am and ~11:am. This is the first time I had this insane dream.. I hope to never have have this dream again in the future.</description>
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			<title>My final tournament for insanity.</title>
			<description>This book is a record of the vision I had last night; It was an unbelievably realistic and lucid one. Now I can't sleep.</description>
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			<title>Postlude</title>
			<description>I woke up. I was safe. Despite this, a part of me wanted the danger, supernatural, and unanswered questions to be more than fiction. I wanted the dream to be real. However, a dream like this can never happen in reality. This is the true definition of cruelty.</description>
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			<title>Pt 8 - Missing link</title>
			<description>As I stepped out of the kitchen, the first thing that greeted me blown my mind. The papers that the receptionist tossed into the air went all over my face and body. &quot;Did time just freeze or got dilated when I was in the kitchen?&quot; I asked myself. Something really weird was going on. I returned back i..</description>
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			<title>Pt 7 - Public secrecy?</title>
			<description>&quot;These are my family&quot; she replied. I was shocked, because they were of a different race, and I would assume that they aren't biologically related to her. For the next few hours, I got to know them, and learnt many things about their past, and that they had no names. They seemed really trust worthy, ..</description>
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			<title>Pt 6 - An unusual greeting</title>
			<description>I pulled myself up to a standing position. I wanted to scream loudly as the cuts on my wrists were burning terribly. I looked around. The kitchen walls were white, but stained in a little yellowy sludge. The light was just at the right intensity which made the kitchen look gloomy. The kitchen was hu..</description>
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			<title>Pt 5 - Warm Hospitality</title>
			<description>As we entered the opening restaurant, I soaked the warm sense of hospitality from the brief moment of emptiness and void of people. We slowly walked toward the counter. I was hesitant to get out of the compound, as I feared that the public had stalked me to the location. She asked me what I would li..</description>
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			<title>Pt 4 - The mysterious familiar</title>
			<description>I forced the conversation to continue, but unexpectedly, she actually wanted to take part in the conversation. It took me a while to believe that she was honest about not telling that I had flying powers. I was still surprised at what she was saying for two reasons. One being that I was surprised th..</description>
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			<title>Pt 3 - The company of fleeing</title>
			<description>As I left with them in tears, I flew back down the skyscraper, not a tear was shed from my eyes, and I did not even feel the chill of the voluminous amount of cold air brushing through my skin, as my heart was really that cold for thinking I will be doing such a terrible thing of voiding them of par..</description>
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			<title>Pt 2 - Tearful Fall</title>
			<description>One day, when I was starting to fly up from ground level, two Indian men, one average sized, and one slightly plump, spotted me and got a shock of their lives. Instantly the condominium's defence turrets started shooting all kinds of ammunition at me (laser/bullets/verbal bullets), and meanwhile a s..</description>
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			<title>Pt 1 - A day in the life of me</title>
			<description>The country I lived in was similar to the city Madame (from the game &quot;Remember Me&quot;) lives in, and with many skyscrapers in almost every direction. I have a past time of flying up to the highest few floors of one particular condominium, not specifically to spy on anyone, but because the highest few f..</description>
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			<title>Pt 0 - My alternate self</title>
			<description>I was a guy who never had any physical friends. You could say that my kind of friends are a little 'off', as you will understand soon enough. I grew up without ever knowing who were my parents, and have little memory of my childhood. I was told by strangers that I lived in a zero-world country, and ..</description>
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			<title>Prelude</title>
			<description>I have just woken up from an ultra-realistic, very lucid, and unbelievably detailed dream between ~6pm and ~9:20pm. I remembered I had this similar dream a few months ago, and also a few months before that.. I hope to have this dream again in the future.</description>
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			<title>Living in the memory of a dream.</title>
			<description>This book is a records of the memories I had from a continuation of dreams that I dreamt over separate nights; They were unbelievably realistic and lucid dreams.</description>
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