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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10llowed the cyanide capsule I'd left out for it together with a glass of Armagnac and a loaded revolver."I'll never swim in the ocean blue again," it's little fishy voice burbled
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10I could count on my wife for understanding. At the meet with P. my cell rang. It was her:"So, Baby, a mermaid?" The tinkle of smashing glass. The sound of my pet's labored breaths.
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14Before long, the elected officials were crouching in their own waste and picking nits from each other's receding hairlines. Vines began to grow in the capitol dome, and nothing
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14her. Not just any man. It was her father. He was waiting for me. He held a shotgun. "Get ready, boy..." He pointed the gun at me while she adjusted her veil. "Uh, sir..." I stammer