FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad? -
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"Pooh, what happened to the loveable Bear of very little brain?" I asked. "I got dumped by the punk kid and decided to grow up myself. Say, You got smack? My honeypots all out." -
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Lord, I tried to be good. I prayed real hard. But Debbie McRoberts right shoulder slipped out of her frock on the dance floor and I felt the urge to fornicate override my decency. -
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about three seconds before it happened, which somehow was enough time for the past year and a half to play back in my mind, emphasizing every mistake I made, before I began flying -
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My tweed waterbed is the centrepiece of my boudoir. I use it to seduce outdoor types such as gamekeepers, assistant gamekeepers, gamekeepers mates and environmentalists. Rough twee