FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild. -
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She'll surely take me back this time. After making a few adjustments to my appearance, I walked to her room and knocked. But when she opened the door, there was another man with -
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the narrow passage on the ceiling, trying to escape. The female zombies bellowed beneath him as he crawled towards freedom, until he felt a bony hand grasp his boot -
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or two but so what. My tentacles have crazy suckers on them. I can crush metal with my beak. As a middle-aged squidman I put those beaded things on my car seat, it helps -
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felt sad and abused. "They shall never intermarry," he whispered to the rose bushes. "I will see them all hanged before then. He hid his favorite shovel under his pillow that night