FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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hand over her other hand over his hand over her hand over his heart. She put her other OTHER hand over... "Jesus Christ," he said, staring blankly, "how many hands do you HAVE?" -
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qualms about affiliations. So what if he liked a Sarnath Sarnie now and then? So what if Newcastle tasted too sweet, considering the horrific incident? Unsettled? Well, settled. -
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"Harry! That's no way to talk about our Muffy. It's not her fault she was made from a box. Not every muffin can be made from scratch!" Blueberry Harry looked down at Muffy's stump. -
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nished with a fleeting modicum of enjoyment before my tentacular acquaintance squeaked the final invocation that would collapse all existence. I mustered my sympathy and said,
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...and action! Mark worried about motivation as he crunched down on an earwig waving his squeegie at the hobo, who rose from the shallow end blowing water from a snorkel. Cut!