FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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in horror, their rotting lips curled upwards in disgust. The fetid stench emanating from my armpits repelled all of the rancid, decaying zombies until I was standing alone in the -
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with a sordid past/future like Custer. Satan imagined it was eating Michael from the inside; working its way out and leaving nothing but numbness behind. Without his fire, Michael -
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More silence. Deadly silence. Scaly gill pulsing silence... It was the silence of the goldfish. What were those carnivorous Cypriniformes up to? I spied through the keyhole -
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"All hail Queen Whirlpool!" raved the shaman "She consecrated to Chief!" In bedroom, Chief Wala excitedly entered the oven. Nada. He toyed with dials & fell asleep inside. He woke -
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Or was it frustrussian? The dialects of geo-puns are notoriously Turikey. Especially without Germaney anchors to the conversation. "I just Kamchatka'd all over Ma's Dagascar!" Chad