FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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in blood or what? It's just your soul. Nothing much. No more than 21g of your entire body weight. A negligible little thing for what I offer. Revenge, pure and sweet. Can't ask for -
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a goddamned hermaphrodite. Great. It's like I was stuck in that goddamned song by the Kinks, "Lola". Oh well, I'd read on an imageboard that it wasn't gay unless balls touched, so -
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obvious attempt to control me by having me answer. So I just stared at myself. I won't even nod. That would be an answer. "Now who's in control?" Again with the questions! How -
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to my death. The coroner ruled it as a Yuletide suicide, but he was wrong. I had just had too much spirit of the season. At least I wouldn't have to send any more cards or go to -
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Satan Claus soon would be there. The orphans were huddled for warmth in their beds, while visions of maniacs danced in their heads. And Mummy in her tatters, and I in my hood, had