FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11"Isn't cavier, wine, and truffles; just fish eggs, spoiled grape juice and tree fungus?" she asked while dabbing her mouth.
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12And the next guy and the next one after that. We can't move on in strength if we don't help each other carry the burden of this story. Remember, the city is no longer what it was.
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11onto an albino midget. He was mad; the ensuing round-house kicked to my jejunum made me vomit. My vomit landed on
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10my larynx was impaled by a pitchfork, so it came out, "Ngggghh, ngggsshh!" Of course, they couldn't stop me. Gory gobs of blood-n-stuff dribbled down my shirt. The hillbillies
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10One of Frank's arms didn't work as well as the other as it had come from the left arm of famous pitcher Roger "Righty" Rolfenstein and was sewn on crooked. Beth still prattled on