FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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butcher's wife." "Wait! This meat came from Jorge's? Get it out! Get it out!" The roast was promptly flung into the gutter. Several bundles of sage were lit and the purging stone -
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barrongly. Fagan kathunk as the townspeople perped their firnbats and consroted towards him. "Hey, what's the big tichle?" he carked half-wartedly. They however just kept -
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meant a rubber room with a strait jacket. I found speed dating a bit puzzling. It took me a while to discover they were more than one woman. This would explain why -
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would support him. My client requested bergamot but all I had was patchouli. As I drizzled Squidman in essential oil, his wife slithered in and sniffed the air. -
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More silence. Deadly silence. Scaly gill pulsing silence... It was the silence of the goldfish. What were those carnivorous Cypriniformes up to? I spied through the keyhole