FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Swallowing the pinballs from my winning streak at Wong Pinball Emporium to prevent others from repeating it had turning into a duodenal nightmare."No general anasthesea" said Dr -
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Tired of endless people purposefully wiping smears of dirt and grime on him. Never moving, never seeing the world as his Uncle Stan, the flying carpet, always described it. The rug -
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And I will never reveal our secret!" The squirrel vamoosed into his hole and minded his business. That was just as well since there was a red fox on the loose. -
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and into the eye socket of a Vietnam Vet who'd lost his eye in battle. The vet had removed his patch right as the button flew in. The button had been made in Vietnam. It whispered -
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so there is a reasonable explanation for all of this: it wasn't my fault because it was DESTINY i tell you, DESTINY. it was fate that had me eat your pudding cup, FATE!