FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Elvis rotated his pelvis. That was the sign the aliens had been waiting for. -
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"Are we necromancers, Magic Orb?" repeated the first as he snatched the orb from the second's hands. "Look, I'm dead tired. Ask again tomorrow," was the orb's reply. The two looked -
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"You're wrong," said Eeyore gloomily. "We can't all & some of us don't. That's all there is to it. I don't do mellow." He then wandered to his thistle patch to stand in the rain. -
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Dentene, god of fresh breath..." his voice trailed off as the sedatives kicked in. He mused. What if he really was washed up? Already? Maybe he should reconsider prostitution. -
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quest for self discovery. After some deep soul searching, she knew what she had to do. "I wish to take my vows!" she had told the convent's prioress, the one she saved for last...