FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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so there is a reasonable explanation for all of this: it wasn't my fault because it was DESTINY i tell you, DESTINY. it was fate that had me eat your pudding cup, FATE! -
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But even with tattoos galore/And perfume that reeks of dirty whore/My Mother loves me each day, more/With breasts complete down to the floor/ -
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not allowed to hang out with you anymore. "So?" I asked angrily, forcing all 9 of them to look me in the eye. "So" Lola snapped, "we're not going to either!" "What?" I was hurt and -
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what the purveyor labeled "The Matter of the Minions" but was really just a timesnap of Lady Bargemore's maid purchasing a bolt of cloth. Moodle's Past Grabber had missed a more in -
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with its up nose sniffing the air. I watched a puffy cloud in the sky change into a shape that looked like a sad face and wondered if it held any special meaning. A loud moan came