FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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slightly mauled me. I must have lay there on the side of the road for a while, unconscious.When I came to, the spare rib was still in my hand & Porky Pig stood above me, glaring. -
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WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE." I lay as still as I could, hoping the bed wouldn't creak. Moments later they battered down the door and I was surrounded by Folding Story police. A detect -
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my internet usage. I wear sensors for respiration, heart beat, skin conductance and EEG. The surveillance cam isn't aimed at my monitor. I will risk the job and log onto folding -
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("Damn! That's some good writing there!" I said to myself.) The cries of the lost children blended with the wind, lost on the ears of the swamp-forest hunters, who searched in vain -
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He entered the musty old Wand shoppe.No need to ring a bell, the door creaked loudly enough, but Mr. Olivander did not appear.Instead a stooped over fellow with a mole rat face and