FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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According to the new astrological calendar, I could now consider myself a Taurus, which was ironically appropriate given the fact that my twin brother was such a bullsh**ter. -
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Istanbul Night 2: A wicked flea infestation exploded in my beard. Still no luck unloading the rest of these discount electric blankets. I think I'm cursed. Will Night 3 be better? -
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I submit to you!" The two eldrich abominations got ready to fight, but then C'thulu came by. "Stop fighting." He said. "But Fagan pinched me!" Clfwaang said, pointing. -
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He had successfully digested another clue! Det. Manatee now knew the identity of the killer. It was none other than Horace the Beaver, who -
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message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me