FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11She jabbed at the tripe and scoured at it. He merely sighed in ecstasy. She stared at the pig knuckles in paralyzed terror. He merely gazed at her perfect face.
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13Satan Claus soon would be there. The orphans were huddled for warmth in their beds, while visions of maniacs danced in their heads. And Mummy in her tatters, and I in my hood, had
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20Santa Claus put down the list and sighed heavily. He sipped a little aged tequila. The fire crackled as an elf stoked it. Santa returned to the list and wrote, "Naughty" over it.
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14after some tiresome false modesty and further self-mythologization, eventually admits to trying to keep the story going, but not as well as StoryFascist or this next folder, who
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11I had 8 nipples. This apparently satisfied the Minister of Mammography, who checked me off of his list & hurried off. Now, what to do with all these mewling mammelings... I stuffed