FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild.
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10With growing horror, I realize the corpse with the agonized look was the last dude to have sat on the pin. I need poison control, now! Oops, I speed dialed the Sean Hannity show...
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10--nothing! His iHammer pants weren't getting a signal. Maybe the pants had a virus. Hurtling downward, at 15,000 ft. in the air he suddenly thought of how the pants might save him:
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10of all the secrets that passed between the two, my dog and our newly hired dog walker. I knew they spoke of my manuscripts, my failed manuscripts. I watched from the window,
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10. When Tharg found his wife missing he howled in rage, "Blarg! Blast it, we have to get her back before she gets any ideas!" The others gasped in horror and sent out a search party