FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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At all costs, I'm just trying to avoid eye contact. I can handle the repugnant smell and deal with the abhorrent facial sores. But if that guy next to me on the bus starts to -
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wimsuits transparent. We shivered behind our crudely constructed rock wall, all goosepimply, as we watched the storm turn into a full-blown hurricane! Clinging to each other, we -
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stood in consternation at seeing so many attendees at the Orange Parkas and Sunglasses Jamboree. By then the cops were showing up. The bank cop pointed them to the park festival. -
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her. Not just any man. It was her father. He was waiting for me. He held a shotgun. "Get ready, boy..." He pointed the gun at me while she adjusted her veil. "Uh, sir..." I stammer
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wondered about how much wonder bread his Fat Uncle Andy mopped up instant gravy with. Frankie was food tripping because the ants were taking his picnic.