FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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My puppet master yanked my strings to and fro. One moment he or she, I think I prefer a she, has plopped me on the divan watching hours and hours of Antique Roadshow and the next I -
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What is the end game of Evil? Once Good is destroyed what will Evil do? Where does Evil see itself in 5 years? Has Evil considered the Balkans? In what light does Evil shine bright -
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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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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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Dentene, god of fresh breath..." his voice trailed off as the sedatives kicked in. He mused. What if he really was washed up? Already? Maybe he should reconsider prostitution.