FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Mrs. Butterworth was displayed in a casket on a pedestal behind velvet rope. As people filed past they received a blast of compressed air aimed at their crotch, making them shriek. -
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slightly mauled me. I must have lay there on the side of the road for a while, unconscious.When I came to, the spare rib was still in my hand & Porky Pig stood above me, glaring. -
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you or somebody else. Somebody that can pull their souls out through their feet? Somebody that can defeat their visions? If you are I can't believe I just called you pencil dick! -
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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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"Come into my parlor. I'll make us some killer French fries," she said as he suddenly realized he was stuck, caught. "I...um..am I already in your 'parlor'?" he asked Spiderwoman.