FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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"Tell me," one cried, "can you play the old dusty accordion?" No Rupert said, as he always said. "No, it's not mine. I carry it for old times. And still I must speak in rhymes." A -
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said, with a strange sudden pair of speaking lips. Everyone gasped. "Aw dont be so shocked, that elbows just sayn wut we're all thinking!" ...said his neck. Thus began the horror. -
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and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad? -
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going to teach them a thing about goat, teen boy, and goat-boy etiquette. "And dammit, pick up that mess," I said. "The pottery is bad enough, but grandpa's ashes need to be -
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the folder. The story in this case is the author, the folder becomes the pen. There is no such thing as virtuosity, or at least there is no need for it anymore. Technology replaces