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		<title>6. Satanic Scavenger Hunt</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 23:41:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;So, let me get this straight, one more time.&#8221;
With a long suffering sigh, Richard replied as patiently as he could manage, even as he led his companion once more through the gloomy streets of Hell; &#8220;Yeah, go ahead.&#8221;
&#8220;We are going&#8230; shopping.&#8221;
&#8220;Scavenging.&#8221;
&#8220;Right, scavenging. Despite the fact that we don&#8217;t need food.&#8221;
&#8220;Yup.&#8221;
&#8220;Or water.&#8221;
&#8220;Yup.&#8221;
&#8220;Or&#8230; er&#8230; toiletries.&#8221;
&#8220;Yup.&#8221;
&#8220;Ah.&#8221; After a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hellhathpaperwork.wordpress.com&blog=4298155&post=53&subd=hellhathpaperwork&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>5. The Ragged Welcome Wagon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 15:49:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“…you don’t say.”
“Actually,” Richard pointed out, grin widening; “I just did.”
“Oh, right!” Nodding, Jonathan repeated; “Right, right… so you did, so you did, very… a fallen angel. Wow. You mean with… wings and a halo…?”
Cackling and slapping his knee, Richard soon gestured for John to follow, hobbling down the sidewalk as he replied; “Yeah, an’ [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hellhathpaperwork.wordpress.com&blog=4298155&post=46&subd=hellhathpaperwork&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>4. This Road Ain&#8217;t Paved With Good Intentions</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:48:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“This must be a prank…”
Welcome to Hell…
It was at around that time that Jonathan’s more recent and, needless to say, more traumatic memories left their place of hiding and chose just that moment to flood his mind’s eye. After sitting there, mouth ajar, eyes wide, for several minutes, John’s ability to think coherently slowly returned, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hellhathpaperwork.wordpress.com&blog=4298155&post=38&subd=hellhathpaperwork&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>3. Highway to Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 05:50:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The interior of the vehicle smelled as if it had housed an entire rock concert, or maybe just Gene Simmons; urine, sex, vomit, and a half dozen other scents that he would rather not try to identify lurked in the roomy compartment, although there were no marks or stains to suggest where the smell came [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hellhathpaperwork.wordpress.com&blog=4298155&post=32&subd=hellhathpaperwork&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2. The Devil&#8217;s Doritos</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 05:47:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It took five hours- which, because the clock was broken, felt like five years- to work out the misunderstanding; as it turned out, a pocketful of loose change (which had chosen not to make any noise when John had run,) had set off the metal detector. Of course, it took an incredibly awkward strip search [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hellhathpaperwork.wordpress.com&blog=4298155&post=28&subd=hellhathpaperwork&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>1. The End</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:29:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the end.
That’s what Jonathan Miller&#8217;s first thought had been when he had seen the large truck barreling down on him, driver flipping him the finger as if it were actually his fault that he had attempted to cross the street while the ‘Walk’ sign was on. Most peculiar was that the driver had [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=hellhathpaperwork.wordpress.com&blog=4298155&post=14&subd=hellhathpaperwork&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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