FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Dentene, god of fresh breath..." his voice trailed off as the sedatives kicked in. He mused. What if he really was washed up? Already? Maybe he should reconsider prostitution. -
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Much better than that last failed attempt. This one was structured, ordered. No more chaos, no more random junk. Happily, he turned to the old one, and said "let there be dark!" -
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Unless you're a cannibal pig, in which case most bacon is good bacon. But basically, what i'm really trying to say is, the more bacon the merrier, most of the time. Good night." -
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He was right to worry. Anger coursing through his veins, Joe shrieked like a gibbon and oxidised pretty much everyone he knew. Looked like being an oak was a distant dream - perhap -
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"So," I said to my date over dinner, "tell my your opinion on betrayal." She dropped the spoon into her soup. "Ha! Who are you working for? Russia? Korea? Not the French, surely?