FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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he'd left the world of twisted metal and broken bodies behind when he'd renounced underground exoskeleton fighting. But here he was, working sanitation in the early morning, stari -
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throw a pork chop at it. But the fern ate the chop and then chased after my pet piebald rat, Razvan. I searched paradise high and low for my little ratty friend but my cries echoe -
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giant metaphor...or was it a simile? Damned public schools, subjecting him to a very voluptuous and distracting chain of Petticoat Junction-esque schoolmarms from grades 4 to 6. -
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To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild. -
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manpurse, becoming entwined. I bent down & my long raven hair got entangled with our manpurses. He got out some shears, sliced off my hair at the neck & breathed in its heady perf