FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11in 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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13door. It creaked open & a wizened, beak nose face appeared. "A pox on ye! Scurvy and rickets to boot! And may the bottle take your father!" The door slowly closed on the carolers.
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13it carphaunked into a brustein welpschorse. Sill glomping, Fagan jumished Morose and intartly pinkled the schrinken humbie. Townspeople kenvugged as Fagan's welpschorse schememed
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10had never had Christmas Horse before, and she certainly wasn't willing to experiment. "Look, George," she began, "You'll have to keep that thing outside, and I better not catch you
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14he couldn't help himself. "Big Beautiful baby be blessed." Molly called the police. They informed her alliteration is not a crime & picked her up for filing a false report. She was