FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10"Alright, it's all up to me," I told me. "Gotta use your instincts. Never give up." The door was closed, and the carnivorous goldfish were now flopping into it. Then silence.
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11He gave him the porverbial noogy. Then with a swat on the butt and a "Nuck, nuck, woobity, woobit," the stooges exited stage left where three hot mamas were waiting.
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12The warlock chewed on his no. 2 pencil. "Lead is to Gold as Mercury is to..." The witchcraft SAT had him stumped, if only he hadn't caroused with those Scottish coven last night.
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14as 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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11consecutive sentences seemed to have no contextual correspondence, unless one was able to read between the lines. The absurdist artist Whiteboy Slim had another strategy: he would