FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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The air of desperation was palpable. Within seconds I was surrounded by the undead denizens of the morgue and within minutes my datebook was filled with engagements until next May. -
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Just a few gulps of pink paint, and an hour or so with the belt sander took care of those little details. Frankie assessed himself in the mirror. Not bad for a monster! The reunion -
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been fine if I hadn't recognized the lead head-banger: my AUNT VALETTA! I always knew she could sing, but I didn't know she could scream! Black leather does not become her. -
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. Pooh beamed and warmly invited the child to his den. Sadly, a dour beat cop overheard the word "honey" spoken repeatedly, took one look at Pooh in his lederhosen & arrested him. -
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I will eat Cornish hens instead,my cats sitting next to me at the dinner table. They don't need forks and knives. Less cleanup on my part.