FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12The blacksmith agreed to forge me an axe if I brought him the head of a manakete and a vial of virgin tears. I didn't know of any virgin crybaby manaketes, so this would take time.
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10be true. . .WAS he a racist--a misogynistic, red-necked, dumber than a pile of rocks, Nazi-loving, good-for-nothing, Putin's-ass-kissing, homophobe with money? You decide!
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10and resembled wings. The feathers were leathery though, more reptilian than birdlike. Ariel wrapped his arms about me, whirled us around, and stirred up dust. I inhaled and saw
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13I pulled up some dandelions. She'll like these, she likes flowers. Maybe if turned my shirt inside out it won't smell so bad. I was ready to make amends.
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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.