FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11Sam hastily brought his Monster Manual and 20-sided dice. Mort yelled, "Rocket Propelled Grenade not Role-Playing Game!" Another tentacle thrust out of the portal.
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11time trying to polish out the boulder damage, which also smoothed over the nice scourge-n-gravel antiquing he and Hercules had applied. Atlas's bedside table would just have to
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10was enough to remind me of grandpa. Ah sweet disgusting grandpa. He was the one that taught me that "this" is not "that." But he was gross. He had swollen legs.
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11watching their dismembered husbands carried off to the graveyard. Children beans' voices rose up and down through the days in an everlasting sob. But one bean was silent.
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11alive? I picked up the acorn & rolled it between my bloody fingers. It seems I was and this...this little nut must be the reason why, I reasoned. My lucky acorn, it saved my life!