FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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what a son of a peach she is, you're plum tuckered out before raisin any good points. Orange you? Of course you are. So kum, quat does it really matter in the end? -
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but I'll keep trying different flavors of seduction until her resolve melts in my mouth. I've already banged all the pots & pans so it's time to settle down with Casoletta to make -
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wingnut shop. Wong's Wingnut Emporium. Madame Wong sighed and returned to reality. She stooped to pick up some trash on the floor. But what's this? A lottery ticket with -
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I had barely survived a Toxoplasma Gonzii infection, only to have bookworms infect my brain. I danced recklessly over cars during rush hour, lured by paper dust and deckled edges, -
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were going to defend the black crude that had come up bubbling on their property. I whipped one of the hillbillies in the head with the handle of the pitchfork sticking in my chest