<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/">  <channel>    <title>Wattpad - by hyperfix_hell    </title>    <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss    </link>    <description>Wattpad - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories</description>    <image>      <title>Wattpad - by hyperfix_hell      </title>      <url>https://static.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1775592159</url>      <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss      </link>    </image><item><title>&gt; SELECT SAVE FILE </title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1612235943-select-save-file-file-00-genesis-wave?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;hyperfix_hell / 4 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In the year 2020, when everyone was locked inside, a group of game developers discovered something they shouldn&apos;t have, and it tore one of their own in two- a beta tester, left with irreparable nerve damage to his left arm, and a shared mind with ...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the year 2020, when everyone was locked inside, a group of game developers discovered something they shouldn&apos;t have, and it tore one of their own in two- a beta tester, left with irreparable nerve damage to his left arm, and a shared mind with one of his own creations. 

The game itself was a success. Players from all over the world flocked to it, rejoicing in a newfound paradise; a way to escape the harsh cold world.

But burying your problems in code and dreams will only get you so far, especially when greed is involved.

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A longfic alternate take of T.O.M.E (Terrain of Magical Expertise) 2011.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1612235943-select-save-file-file-00-genesis-wave?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/408391270-256-k184620.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>&gt; SELECT SAVE FILE </figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>OPERATION: Steak Cuts! - A BotBots Fic Series</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1353963869-operation-steak-cuts-a-botbots-fic-series-memories?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;hyperfix_hell / 16 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bonz-Eye is a warrior, the only one of her kind. 
She is cold, her voice as rough as nails. She glides through the night, unseen and unheard, and she is revered and admired by many.

Burgertron... is a complete dork. 
He&apos;s goofy, has an ego the si...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bonz-Eye is a warrior, the only one of her kind. 
She is cold, her voice as rough as nails. She glides through the night, unseen and unheard, and she is revered and admired by many.

Burgertron... is a complete dork. 
He&apos;s goofy, has an ego the size of Cybertron itself, and boasts he knows everything whilst knowing probably nothing. He also smacked his head against a vending machine 15 times...

And they balance each other out perfectly! A very doofy team captain and his trusty second-in-command, almost never apart from each other! They&apos;re two halves of one whole, and they&apos;re, strangely, never seen apart...

Wonder why.

( AKA, I ship these two and thus have decided to make a fic series that&apos;s a bunch of oneshots and/or drabbles strung together into a timeline!! 
This also features Sweet Tree and queerplatonic BurgerFrost ! )

[ ALL OF THE ART IN THIS SERIES WAS MADE BY ME! ]</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1353963869-operation-steak-cuts-a-botbots-fic-series-memories?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/344516750-256-k311477.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>OPERATION: Steak Cuts! - A BotBots Fic Series</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>