FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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--nothing! His iHammer pants weren't getting a signal. Maybe the pants had a virus. Hurtling downward, at 15,000 ft. in the air he suddenly thought of how the pants might save him: -
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throw a pork chop at it. But the fern ate the chop and then chased after my pet piebald rat, Razvan. I searched paradise high and low for my little ratty friend but my cries echoe -
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The crouched, shivering figure of a girl sat upon her bed. Tears rolled down her face as more chocked sobs escaped her throat. She was crying because -
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some verbiage seems to be missing. But, hey, who needs context after all? Not this fold. And so the story continues on right were it was left off. The part where -
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I didn't enjoy sharing my bunk with you last night. Being my cell mate doesn't automatically entitle you to a foot massage, you're going to have to work for that privilege. xoxo.