FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked before lighting a cigar and taking a long puff. I began to stutter. Words dribbling out of my mouth like I was a deep sea clown fish.
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10So it didn't really matter if I did terrible things or respectable things or who I did it for. What mattered was that my bank account got big enough for me to move to my dream home
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19or a new pair of running shoes to out run my parents if the found out that I was knocked up, again. It would help if I wasn't addicted to Professor Drinkingstein's hypnotherapy. He
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11the Zorgian flesh offering, but pinky puree was too tempting. I slurped it gone and apologized to my clone. It (I?) then gnawed my lip, thus beginning a race to consume the other.
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12WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE." I lay as still as I could, hoping the bed wouldn't creak. Moments later they battered down the door and I was surrounded by Folding Story police. A detect