FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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n-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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and mooed loudly. "My apologies, ma'am," I said, stepping out of the queue. I didn't have time to wait for the cows to manoeuvre themselves into the tiny bathroom. I squatted down -
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and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad? -
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Open a Canada fine tomato pulp and heat it up to boiling point. 5th, Denmark the level to which to add the pulp and pour it in. 6th, Kenya smell the bolognese already? If not -
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ved my arm pits. "It's just so... ish." she quipped as she plucked the last of the hairs. I became weak as new-born lamb, "Curse you woman! Now I'll never be champion!"