FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11my 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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11"What's that got to do with anything?" I wailed. I shook my head in resignation, shuffling slowly down Nowhere Lane, dragging my feet due to the enormous weight of the golden boots
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11want-to-be novelist who would always show up at the party, drink all the box wine, and recite passages from the unseen book he was working on. FS is the drug for this schmoe.
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11to set before the gods. I put it on my silver platter and raced up to Valhalla, where Odin and the gang were throwing a party to welcome the newly slain. When they saw my esoteric
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12you promise not to teach it any curse words. He agreed and we went to the pet store. There was only one parakeet left and he came with a free eye patch. Can we name him Squawkers?