FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10D. Master Control Program E. Revert to cuddle-me-Elmo cloak mode. "Whaa?" After initial shock discovering my Elmo doll was a means of surveillance & control I reprogrammed Elmo to
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10STOP CHANGING YOUR PROFILE PICTURES! ITS MAKING ME CONFUSED ABOUT YOUR IDENTITY OF WHAT YOU SEE YOURSELF IN EXPRESSION AND MIND. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) just kidding. Im a pink power ranger.
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11and once I secured that, the "what"s and "who"s would not mean a thing. Secluded and removed from my past and any strings attached, I'd exist in bliss -- incredulous, arrogant bli
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11what I tasted like. Now I could find out without having to chop off and cook one of my appendages. I longingly gazed at my clone with my mouth watering. NO! My clone was for
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11, which seemed sexier than it really was. She was all talk, and kept jabbering even as they were swept into the hallway by the exploding waterbed. That was the nail in the coffin.