FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I narrowed my eyes. He flared his nostrils. I raised an eyebrow. He stuck his tongue out. I flopped one hand around just out of sight and then slapped him hard with the other hand -
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I was tired of being so clever and self-involved, but the baroque tapestry of my superior mind had already been woven. I avoided commoners for their sake; even a simple "hello" -
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Whoa. Slow down, wouldja? I can't understand a thing you are saying. Why are you always talk so fast? Why are you always russian? -
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showers. I never should have joined the Herbert West High soccer team. I'd heard that bullying was rampant among the undead, but I hadn't been prepared for their unyielding cruelty -
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Horrible, no good, dirty-rotten, son-of-a-biscuit