FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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hear Pete--that's what I called him: Mr. Pete the parakeet--whistling and swearing. . .God, I miss him. . .but he was in a better place: Tippy:s Taco House under 6 inches of gravel -
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what 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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if maybe no pants and sailor suit was limiting his A-game with the ladies. Maybe he could get some pointers from his Uncle who taking a daily swim in his loot. -
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picked a gigantic boogie out of his nose & wiped it on LucieLucie's designer jeans, ignoring the Purple Prof completely. "LL, what is a Cleveland steamer?" LL poked Jimbeau in the -
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fruit-sucking cockroach. "Susan, we should eat the fruitcake and transform," Sam suggested. Susan didn't fancy the idea of turning into an insect, but she reluctantly reached out