FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10with the mojo. Plus, my back was killing me. Most of the squidmen in my family either had back problems or high ink counts. I had both. But I could still party days on end. I wante
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11hot and heavy. The smoke pour out of that oven made the who room smell like heaven. It was so good that Mrs. Butterworth died of Turkey scent overload.
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11Until some lord named Wellington came onto the scene and designed better boots to wear in the rain. Once the Queen knighted and named a pastry after Wellington, Kenny's name was no
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11walked right up to him, ripping an arm off one of the bodies in my cart as an intimidation weapon. "Just what do you think you're doing here?" I growled. Unfazed, he
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10The denizens of said pub huddled around the last candle, sipping of their spirits and praying to