FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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people need to stay the hell away! The FS frathouse is the partyingest at U and we don't need no stinking, pretentious, educated jerks messing up our reputation." My rant complete, -
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what I tasted like. Now I could find out without having to chop off and cook one of my appendages. I longingly gazed at my clone with my mouth watering. NO! My clone was for -
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is a prescription for dirty silverware. I advise TarnX! You can remove stains even from deep crevices!" He whipped out a bottle & sprayed it on the 43 forks sticking in my derrière -
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I blinked. Did his eyes just turn red there for a moment? "I've always wanted a child named Vlad," he replied, leaning closer to me. "Marry me. Now." Mesmorized, I threw down my -
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the beaver of hyper-criticism. Snow White had wandered into the wrong forest. The goat of existential angst started chewing on the leaves of self-defeat. The narcissistic magpie