FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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He had flashbacks to his war years, helping a kitty with mange, a dog with heartworm. While the other vets were going through Agent Orange, he was back at the Pet MASH. -
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"I love that colour you're wearing, though." I whispered. Even as a middle-aged Squidman I could appreciate tasteful colour-matching when I saw it. "What is it, electric yellow?" -
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Henry, Emma, Liam, Larry, Olivia, Lola, Isabel, Mary, Will & Hillary showed up promptly sitting in the boardroom chairs waiting attentively. "Where the hell's Terry?" I bellowed -
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and mooed loudly. "My apologies, ma'am," I said, stepping out of the queue. I didn't have time to wait for the cows to manoeuvre themselves into the tiny bathroom. I squatted down -
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were of 7 words or less, completely unrelated to the previous fold, and offensive. For example, to "Frowning, Sally gently shampooed the furry ball creature with" he would add: