FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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He entered the musty old Wand shoppe.No need to ring a bell, the door creaked loudly enough, but Mr. Olivander did not appear.Instead a stooped over fellow with a mole rat face and -
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walked 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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The 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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With 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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He had successfully digested another clue! Det. Manatee now knew the identity of the killer. It was none other than Horace the Beaver, who