FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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fled deeper into the subterranean tunnels. McMahan's transformation into a starfish-being neared completion. Ned frantically searched his bag for weapons, but he had brought only -
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sweet nothings to him, reminding him of those warm, balmy evenings in Vietnam where he would operate on small animals. He was unusual in that he was an actual vet, not military. -
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Luckily the black hole picked it up for me. Its selective, benevolent gravity was a real plus for our town. Rabid strays: No more. Trash collection: Easy. But where did it all go? -
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just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. When down in the cellar there arose such a shriek, I sprang from my coffin to snatch a quick peek! Away to the stairwell, I flew -
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To 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.