In the far away Land of IF, there is a curious place called Genre. The town is laid out in a hook shape, at the base of Macro Mountain. Railroad tracks run through the middle of the town. On one side of the tracks live the Twiners; on the other, the Parsers. The Twiners barely tolerate the Parsers, and vice versa.
A satirical tribute to Twine authors and IF purists everywhere.
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