FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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37[Ominous brass] [Clashing, discordant cymbals]
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14n-stained Cheetos-orange fingers protruding like tens of points of bright light in the night's approach. I refused to die. By will alone I raised up, grasped a pilgrim and asked
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10snack, and then went back, to his cadillac, to give his sack a good shalaque to a picture of shaq, that he had in a stack
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10a wondrous ability - he could regenerate lost limbs and so of course he grew another tail. The gods would not like it, but that was too bad. Butch yelped and leapt toward Tum-Tums
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10the game was over, we put our balls away and exchanged false phone numbers. That was the last I saw of my hermaphrodite lover, until seven years later, in Paris. S/he was at a cafe