FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Sure enough, three weeks later, the prince climbed up my pit braids instead of Rapunzel's locks. A volunteer at Locks of Love later wed Rapunzel, so we both won. I won more though. -
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The pizza continued looking at Tuck expecting more conversation than that! "Hey you Schmuck," the pizza shouted at Tuck, "you could at least acknowledge a Talking Pizza!" Onlookers -
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hot and heavy. The smoke pour out of that oven made the who room smell like heaven. It was so good that Mrs. Butterworth died of Turkey scent overload. -
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on the horizon of Planet Pubis. Capt. Shistrome gasped, recognizing...CRAP! "YOU again!" he cried. Chairman only smiled serenely at the captain, ready to wipe that sh*t-eating grin -
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I approach the temptress from behind. I must not! but her undraped shoulder pulls me. My finger taps lightly. Debbie McRoberts turns. "Do you want to dance?" I stammer. (No!)