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			<title>OUTBREAK</title>
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			<title>The Game: Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;I must see the King.&quot;&quot;There will be no action of that kind. Back off peasant and your day will not begin in a way you do not want it to.&quot;&quot;I am no peasant! I am here to deliver an important message to the King! Let me through!&quot;&quot;So was the last man who demanded that they simply had to see the King. I..</description>
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			<title>The Game: Prologue and Chap 1</title>
			<description>Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bright white light fills my vision, fills my head like hot fire, searing my eyes. The pain comes suddenly, pushing me to the ground. Seconds pass as I try to blink the blindness away, and the white i..</description>
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			<title>The Game</title>
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			<title>Silence on the Farm</title>
			<description>They&amp;rsquo;re eating again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It wasn&amp;rsquo;t just the smell that led me to that conclusion. It was the information assaulting all five of my senses. The noises they make are revolting. The smacking and tearing and slurping as they te..</description>
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