FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I was only here for corn chips, but here I was, frozen in the aisle, because a (devastatingly handsome) staff member had walked into the same aisle, freestyle rapping about -
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my larynx was impaled by a pitchfork, so it came out, "Ngggghh, ngggsshh!" Of course, they couldn't stop me. Gory gobs of blood-n-stuff dribbled down my shirt. The hillbillies -
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meaning that any kind of pan really made me hot. Cast Iron Skillets really got me cooking. I left my girlfriend for a sauce pan once. Pots, no way. Any pot turns me off. -
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by the spinning gold & the chanting words of SuperBuddy. "May the robbers present here regret their actions & alter their evils ways. May they instead find good jobs & peace beyond
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my Uncle Hugo, who's Flemish, has been missing for weeks, & he's gotta be SOMEWHERE. Then I recalled the way his belly quivered when he moved, & his wish to visit a pudding factory