FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I had the plane on autopilot. These 747's practically land themselves. Damned navigator tricked me into getting high again. Well this is the last time. Hey was that a -
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was enough to remind me of grandpa. Ah sweet disgusting grandpa. He was the one that taught me that "this" is not "that." But he was gross. He had swollen legs.
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running. *Cause when the feeling's right I'm gonna run all night, I'm gonna run to you, Yeah I'm gonna *run rabbit run, dig that hole, forget the sun. And when *at last my love has -
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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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Then the head bit my finger. I recoiled in horror. The head's eyes looked into mind. It cackled. "Thought I was dead Jacky-boy?" Then his eyes started swirling in the sockets