FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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14as big as a Clufwaang soared over him, accompanied by the sound of a thousand grieving angels. Fagan knew that this meant it was time, time for it all to end. What hope was left?
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11release hectic rain and thunder if he did not do something. Something was wrong-everything in his body tingled weirdly. It was just another dream; he had them all the time.
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10and resembled wings. The feathers were leathery though, more reptilian than birdlike. Ariel wrapped his arms about me, whirled us around, and stirred up dust. I inhaled and saw
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15he randomly lit on fire and died. We all mourned him at his funeral, he was a man of many
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12"Why are you always Russian around everywhere? Why do you raid the fridge every time you are Hungary? Iran when I was tired, but you have too much energy." My history professor was