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<Center><div id="results"><table width=95% cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0><tr><td style="color: white;" align=center bgcolor=blue><b>Results:</b></td></tr><tr><td style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid blue;"><center><table><tr><td><span class='guts'><table cellpadding=10><tr><td style='border: 1px solid black;'>Once upon a time a girl lived on the edge of a deep, dark forest. None knew her name, but they knew her by a particular piece of bright red clothing she always wore. In fact, they called her Little Red Riding Thong.<p>One day, Little Red Riding Thong set out to visit her dear sweet grandmother, Bufordette, who lived on the other side of the forest. She packed a basket full of lemon jam, roasted porkchops, and poached bat spleen, and set out, tra-la-la, skip-skip-skip on the path through the forest.<p>Little did she know that the Big Bad Panda was lurking in the forest, looking for his next meal. He craftily sidled up to Little Red Riding Thong and asked where she was going.<p>"Oh, to my dear sweet grandmother, Bufordette," she said, guilelessly. "It'll take me about a half hour to get there, because I'm going to pick some flowers along the way. Here are the GPS coordinates to her humble cottage."<p>And so the Big Bad Panda snuck away, faster than Little Red Riding Thong could go, and reached the cottage first. There he found the old grandmother sleeping in her bed, and he ripped her to pieces and devoured her on the spot. Then, creepily enough, he put on her clothes and got into her bed.<p>Little Red Riding Thong came to the cottage and walked in the door. It was dim in the cottage, and Little Red Riding Thong was also dim, and so she was fooled by the Big Bad Panda's disguise.<p>"Come lie in bed with me, dearie," the Big Bad Panda wheedled.<p>"What shall I do with my bowler hat?" the girl asked.<p>"Throw it in the fire; you won't need it."<p>"But what shall I do with my bolo tie?" the girl asked.<p>"Throw it in the fire; you won't need it," the Big Bad Panda replied.<p>And so it went, until Little Red Riding Thong was down to just her Red Thong.<p>"What about my precious Red Thong?" she asked.<p>"Oh, leave that on, whatever, just hop in," the hungry Panda replied.<p>So Little Red Riding Thong jumped into bed, and a little bird outside the window called, "SLUT! Watch in whose bed you climb!"<p>But Little Red Riding Thong paid no attention to the bird's slut-shaming, and so the Big Bad Panda tore her limb from limb and ate her, too.<p>But a passing lumberjack heard the crushing, the screaming, and the gnawing of bone, and in he came, too late to do any real good, but he slaughtered the Big Bad Panda, making sure his death was slow and painful. So at least there's that.<p><center><i>THE END</i></center></td></tr></table><p>You ponder the story you just heard. You actually feel pretty bad for that poor wolf. I mean, it was just doing what wolves do, right?<center><table><tr><td><img class=hand src="/images/itemimages/wolfmask.gif" onClick='eff("a8f0f79de690532da8d2e80d12b2b83e");' width=30 height=30 alt="Angry like the Wolf" title="Angry like the Wolf"></td><td valign=center class=effect>You acquire an effect: <b>Angry like the Wolf</b><br>(duration: 30 Adventures)</td></tr></table></center></span></td></tr></table></center></td></tr><tr><td height=4></td></tr></table></div><table width=95% cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0><tr><td style="color: white;" align=center bgcolor=blue><b>Adventure Again:</b></td></tr><tr><td style="padding: 5px; border: 1px solid blue;"><center><table><tr><td><center></center><a href="main.php">Go back to the Main Map</a></center></td></tr></table></center></td></tr><tr><td height=4></td></tr></table></center></div></div></body><script src="/onfocus.1.js"></script></html>