FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12They activated the squirrel mind control tail antennas. The rodents' necks perked up, and they initiated acorn launcher formations. Passers-by were pelted with nuts spat at 100 km/
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14On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, I was writing a new Folding Story. On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, a small band of ferrets in Mongolia were eating prunes. On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM,
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11little faces. Wilfred was in a foul mood,which probably meant his diabeetus was acting up again. "I hate staying at Uncle Wilfred's house" whispered Jane, who ducked when a pancake
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11To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild.
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11and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad?