FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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with a bowl and no oranges to be found. He discarded his monk's robes and sat in despairing contemplation in the rocking chair on the north porch. But when the owners came out -
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by the stuffy government, inadvertently awakening some long forgotten instinct to groom with naught but saliva and a prehensile tongue. -
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which really pissed him off as he was a Buddhist. Once he had calmed everyone down and called an ambulance for his elderly mother, he got to work tackling crime in broad daylight. -
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She jabbed at the tripe and scoured at it. He merely sighed in ecstasy. She stared at the pig knuckles in paralyzed terror. He merely gazed at her perfect face. -
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"Who, me? I'm the guy that runs this joint. I tell ya. Tenants always complaining. During the Ice Age, they asked me to turn up the heat. Now its 'global warming.' What gives?"