FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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it carphaunked into a brustein welpschorse. Sill glomping, Fagan jumished Morose and intartly pinkled the schrinken humbie. Townspeople kenvugged as Fagan's welpschorse schememed -
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for peddling in a school zone, which would triple the penalty. "Now my dear, Han," she announced diabolically, "you are all mine." Suddenly, a large, furry arm appeared from above -
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e to work it's slow grumbly magic in his multichambered gut. As Det. Manatee ruminated, the hunch passed from fore to hindgut becoming a suspicion, and then a hardened stoolpigeon! -
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Sam hastily brought his Monster Manual and 20-sided dice. Mort yelled, "Rocket Propelled Grenade not Role-Playing Game!" Another tentacle thrust out of the portal. -
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Maybe because Kansas was a place, but someone else wanted the name. So they said "That can be your Kansas, and this'll be our (Ar) Kansas!"