User:Nursefighteradam/Sandbox
notes
- moved the background:grey style to the table level (from the row level) so it applies to all rows
- if you place __NOTOC__ at the top of your code you won't see the Table of Contents up above.
- that character template you use has a width of 95%, that is why it stretched to the full page width. placing it inside a table cell limits the stretching.
style with one row, two columns
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Location: Ranson Boulevard Police Department in ButtonvilleThe time is blank……. I cannot recall much from the incident that took place… From what I remember there were many prisoners screaming for my help as my daily routine of providing medical care was interrupted instantaneously. The cells were broken into as I hid inside a garbage can filled with used wound dressings while wearing a medical mask and surgical gloves to prevent my own contamination. These creatures broke in, scraped at the flesh of the inmates like rabid dogs through locked cell doors at the police department….. I managed to run during the screaming, to dodge the violence and avoid my own demise. “This madness” (I wondered) “Must have a cause, a reason to exist!”… But it was too late to think… as I continued to run for my very life. Hallways filled with animated corpses of prisoners, volunteers, visiters, officers, guards and staff that were dying coming back to life… “The police officers experience on the streets could not prepare them for this.” So I fled, escaped my own fate, now left looking for others and answers to this madness.
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style with two rows, one column
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Location: Ranson Boulevard Police Department in ButtonvilleThe time is blank……. I cannot recall much from the incident that took place… From what I remember there were many prisoners screaming for my help as my daily routine of providing medical care was interrupted instantaneously. The cells were broken into as I hid inside a garbage can filled with used wound dressings while wearing a medical mask and surgical gloves to prevent my own contamination. These creatures broke in, scraped at the flesh of the inmates like rabid dogs through locked cell doors at the police department….. I managed to run during the screaming, to dodge the violence and avoid my own demise. “This madness” (I wondered) “Must have a cause, a reason to exist!”… But it was too late to think… as I continued to run for my very life. Hallways filled with animated corpses of prisoners, volunteers, visiters, officers, guards and staff that were dying coming back to life… “The police officers experience on the streets could not prepare them for this.” So I fled, escaped my own fate, now left looking for others and answers to this madness.
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