FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Tharg fletched his teeth & gnawed on a pterodactyl bone seductively then conked Loana on the head with his club & dragged her to his cave. Zorg had advised Tharg that the G-spot -
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The approach of day is heralded with the sonorous voices of the huge gongs being vigorously beaten by the official welcomer of the dawn. -
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His squamous skin was due to inbreeding. He'd point at me yelling "qu'est que c'est que ça?" He shot himself when figuratively became an accepted meaning of literally. But Grandpa -
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qualms about affiliations. So what if he liked a Sarnath Sarnie now and then? So what if Newcastle tasted too sweet, considering the horrific incident? Unsettled? Well, settled. -
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with our feet wrapped in pink tissue paper. The vagabond cruise ship was actually a colander or a kitchen sieve which let water in but the tissue paper kept our feet dry