FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I took a hearty swig of courage, belched softly, and headed on deck. "Avast ye landlubbers! Make haste to the Cape of No Hope!" They grumbled & complied. I glanced down at the map -
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and into the eye socket of a Vietnam Vet who'd lost his eye in battle. The vet had removed his patch right as the button flew in. The button had been made in Vietnam. It whispered -
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made him feel kind of special. Like the first time you notice a girl looking at you. Being followed was nerve racking, but this was the most attention he'd received since -
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to my death. The coroner ruled it as a Yuletide suicide, but he was wrong. I had just had too much spirit of the season. At least I wouldn't have to send any more cards or go to -
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a minute, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "no worries, only absolute losers who live in their parents' basement know what a manakete is anyway." I'll get you a new parakeet if