FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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and 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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They knew the brain was a universe in itself; myriads of neurons in lieu of galaxy clusters. The leading sea monkey bore through the inner ear and was first to reach the cortex. -
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At way. Expect the unexpected, this was my motto. Battish had an interesting alphabet and punctuation. Plus accent marks similar to Vietnamese. I had a notebook ready to practise. -
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map out lines around his body as a guide to where his shorts should go. "Infamy!" yelled Ouchy, "you said you'd left Clowns Without Borders forever!" "Mwahaha!" cackled Bonzo, "my