FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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as big as a Clufwaang soared over him, accompanied by the sound of a thousand grieving angels. Fagan knew that this meant it was time, time for it all to end. What hope was left? -
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like a red hot tamali. I remove the champagne bottles from the top of a pail & sit down. Ahhh! Dr. Derriere looks alarmed. Too late, I find they kept live lobsters in the ice, too. -
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watching their dismembered husbands carried off to the graveyard. Children beans' voices rose up and down through the days in an everlasting sob. But one bean was silent. -
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e foxtrot and how to hurdle the girdle with Myrtle, with and without a hoist, by the time the regulators where dragged out of the bye and bye covered in oil. All were convicted. -
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Tired of endless people purposefully wiping smears of dirt and grime on him. Never moving, never seeing the world as his Uncle Stan, the flying carpet, always described it. The rug