FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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would be freed from the sentient tapeworms populating his small intestines. He was conflicted. -
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totalitarian technocrats, eleven edible echidnas, twelve truckers trucking! Wait... was that how it's supposed to go? -
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down." Their reinforcements, Itchy & Scratchy, quickly assembled the rocket launcher & handed it to Ouchy. Bonzo was hit in the arse, and swore, regretting he ever went to Bitburg. -
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"Nah, just a new nightie for mother." [Enter boutique owner] "Mr. Bates, this chic nightie just screams "Miami Vice." [Exeunt common and fashion sense] "Does blood wash out of it?" -
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Do not continue this FoldingStory. By it's completion, it will leave you in a cold sweat, awake until the early hours, staring into the darkness. This thread ends here. Goodnight.