FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12Dentene, god of fresh breath..." his voice trailed off as the sedatives kicked in. He mused. What if he really was washed up? Already? Maybe he should reconsider prostitution.
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13"Well, you said you had one potato, I have eight." She pulls up all eight of her hands revealing 6 more from under her clothes. "Well, this is awkward..." he murmered.
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10"Oh Tommy..." gasped Tesla, "You always did like to be... direct". Another moment of silence followed, this one more awkward than the last, before Edison took the upper hand by
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13Apologies for my inevitable rambling account of my best friend Frank, but there's so much to say that it's going to be difficult to put it in any sort of order whatsoever. Frank is
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15worn by generations of wandering folk. He picked up the rose, and its withered golden petals flew and scintillated on the dusk's wind, like the souls of all his roaming ancestors.