FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10The woman sporting a grey parka, the hood pulled snugly over her head, exposing only a pair of shades, walked into the bank, lingered and loitered long enough to make other bankers
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12, but it was too late. Blood rushed down the aisle, the bride screamed and the story was all over the news. I was rushed to hospital but now I must die; he did me a favour.
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13meaning that any kind of pan really made me hot. Cast Iron Skillets really got me cooking. I left my girlfriend for a sauce pan once. Pots, no way. Any pot turns me off.
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10his bizarre hobbies. My tabloid editor assigned me to research the rumor that Sir Francis Dashwood was actually an alien chameleon who planned to
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11went off with out a hitch until his neck bolts started poking out of his turtle neck sweater. He tried to hide by the punchbowl but Beth spotted him. "Hey Frank! Long time!" "Urgh"