<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 10:03:38 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@ech01znull/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Film and Fury]]></title><description><![CDATA[Blue eyes scan the computer monitor before them as the images of Huckleberry’s leap of faith and devastating elbow drop race across. Each time Davey-Boy O’Brien had watched the footage, he was astonished.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/uow/@ech01znull/film-and-fury-58eac005d3104</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/uow/@ech01znull/film-and-fury-58eac005d3104</guid><category><![CDATA[uow]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[ech01znull]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2018 21:25:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/o1AJ9qDyyJNSpZWhUgGYc3MngFqoAN2VXQrnHZkoiBAuaby7C?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hero 101]]></title><description><![CDATA[The rancid stench of that mind control slime still assaulted Davey-Boy’s nostrils abruptly, effectively taking his focus off of his training partner. His training partner was Gavin Tompkins, also known]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/wrestling/@ech01znull/hero-101</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/wrestling/@ech01znull/hero-101</guid><category><![CDATA[wrestling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[ech01znull]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2018 08:25:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYD9sacXTsMdWoeJ5KsQcR8eB8SkL9MRob9YyfSoaeVs6ebW8kwA9C83qQMLDtLGncGQ2JhPLwp?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[War of the Rising Sun: Why Japan Attacked the United States]]></title><description><![CDATA[In 1945, Nagasaki and Hiroshima were reduced to rubble, effectively putting an end to World War II as we know it. The mass destruction caused by the two atomic bombs were dropped by B-29s deployed by the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/ww2/@ech01znull/war-of-the-rising-sun-why-japan-attacked-the-united-states</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/ww2/@ech01znull/war-of-the-rising-sun-why-japan-attacked-the-united-states</guid><category><![CDATA[ww2]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[ech01znull]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2017 00:19:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mettle]]></title><description><![CDATA[The blue eyes of hopeful youth met the dark, azure tide of the violent Atlantic as it crashed against the steadfast cliffs upon which Davey-Boy O’Brien stood. Despite his fear of the ocean which had taken]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/wrestling/@ech01znull/mettle</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/wrestling/@ech01znull/mettle</guid><category><![CDATA[wrestling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[ech01znull]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2017 15:41:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Son of a Sailor]]></title><description><![CDATA[Davey-Boy O’Brien took a seat on his motel mattress, still in the clothes he had been traveling in all day. O’Brien always traveled well-dressed. After all, you never knew who you might run into on the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/wrestling/@ech01znull/son-of-a-sailor</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/wrestling/@ech01znull/son-of-a-sailor</guid><category><![CDATA[wrestling]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[ech01znull]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2017 23:35:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anticipation]]></title><description><![CDATA[Anticipation: An Introduction A young, blond gentleman stood in the early morning observing the sunrise over John O’Groats, Scotland. His blue eyes sparkled with anticipation yet a hint of sadness lingered.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@ech01znull/anticipation</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@ech01znull/anticipation</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[ech01znull]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 06:53:03 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>