FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12asked me if he could help me to my car with my groceries. "No tips allowed," he winked sexily & wheeled my cart outside as I followed. "Which way to your car?" he asked, his voice
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11he found exactly what he was looking for. The name stared back to him from the store across the narrow street. "Olivander's wands," read a creaky sign. He had found it.
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10unconscious body. I pretended to look at my list ignoring the stares of the other shoppers. The PA crackled, "Attention customers: Clean up in aisle 11 due to doofus. Sorry for
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12think it has something to do with the name "Wayne." It reminds me of that old show, "Wayne's World." You know those two were high on something.
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10STUPID PEOPLE, THEY RUN TO MY HOUSE BUT NO FIRE! FOOL THEM! THEY GO HOME. HUM. HUH. UH. WHAT SMELL? BURNING? ME? FIRE? FIRE!