FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Then the head bit my finger. I recoiled in horror. The head's eyes looked into mind. It cackled. "Thought I was dead Jacky-boy?" Then his eyes started swirling in the sockets -
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-rewolves like to eat on Meatless Fridays. I will gaze into your bloodshot eyes and you can nibble on my tufted ears, being careful not to puncture them with your fangs. Together -
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("Damn! That's some good writing there!" I said to myself.) The cries of the lost children blended with the wind, lost on the ears of the swamp-forest hunters, who searched in vain -
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. The writers just sat there in silence. Fred timidly spoke up. "OK, how 'bout this? We'll call it 'Sweep Dreams'. A game show. The street sweeper will pick up bums & prostitutes. -
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--nothing! His iHammer pants weren't getting a signal. Maybe the pants had a virus. Hurtling downward, at 15,000 ft. in the air he suddenly thought of how the pants might save him: