FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I believed her. It didn't calm my qualms. Although not related to me, I called Regina & Delores Mudd. They were the bass player for the periwinkle ramona. "I'm a Mudd. What does it -
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The only way out now was to continue eating Uncle Hugo and hope he gets separated from the pudding when he comes out my backside. This was sounding bad all around. Uncle Hugo had a
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before he went ahead & sniked the humbie right in the scruptum. "Why the folck did you do that?!" I screamed at Fagan. "The humbie fundersnapped my girlfriend last neight!" Fagan -
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never really saw wearing anything but baggy sweat pants and a Merry Maids smock. I fantasized about the elastic band in her pants becoming too loose. Jan knew, so my coffee was -
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more. Trust me, you won't even miss it. Hmm? You said okay? Alright, the deal is sealed. Tonight, when you transcend the boundaries of soullessness, take the sweet revenge!