FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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So it didn't really matter if I did terrible things or respectable things or who I did it for. What mattered was that my bank account got big enough for me to move to my dream home -
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worn by generations of wandering folk. He picked up the rose, and its withered golden petals flew and scintillated on the dusk's wind, like the souls of all his roaming ancestors. -
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But when Foxi awoke she found none other than Mr. Potatohead lying naked beside her. She was in an oven! "Holy Seamonkeys, I'm the main course!" she gasped. Through the oven window -
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I hung the gew-gaw from my neck, so I would always remember that fatal error. Never again would I know love, or what it feels like to not have killed my own family. I turned to -
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I'd have to land this thing myself. Couldn't be much different than a car, really, with a couple of added dimensions. And I'd sat through enough air disaster movies in the 70's to