FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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wingnut shop. Wong's Wingnut Emporium. Madame Wong sighed and returned to reality. She stooped to pick up some trash on the floor. But what's this? A lottery ticket with -
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in blood or what? It's just your soul. Nothing much. No more than 21g of your entire body weight. A negligible little thing for what I offer. Revenge, pure and sweet. Can't ask for -
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went off with out a hitch until his neck bolts started poking out of his turtle neck sweater. He tried to hide by the punchbowl but Beth spotted him. "Hey Frank! Long time!" "Urgh" -
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You don't want to have to deal with a fish who has had the wrong organs detached. It is not pleasant. A leading surgeon recently had his face eaten off by one of them. They're that -
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you or somebody else. Somebody that can pull their souls out through their feet? Somebody that can defeat their visions? If you are I can't believe I just called you pencil dick!