FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10"I'm worried, Tad," I said, touching the tiny stain. "If reincarnation is true, this potato bug could well return as something else & seek revenge." Tad nodded. A large shadow
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10Worse, Aunt Valetta's hair was dyed a weird shade of turqoise. Her concert over, she said "This way, babe!", put on a black helmet & made me mount a Harley-Davidson behind her. WTF
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11they hadn't used quite enough. They also didn't know that she regularly got zonked on Jimson tea so she had a high tolerance. Once free, Tharg's wife grabbed a club and loped off
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12square meter of property and cats were forced to serve at the whim of each and every resident dog. Doggyland had a two-year waitlist. It's downfall came at the paws of a Siamese
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11To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild.