FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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issing the $600 dollars I had placed in it. Without my money, I had no way of returning home. Not that money would have helped, considering I appeared to be in an entirely differen -
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and firmly remove it. Then it began to tickle him under the arch of his foot, his only ticklish spot. He decided, zombie or not, this was the women he'd been looking for. -
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doctors, in fact, the place looked as if it had been abandoned, with empty wards gathering dust and the only sign of life being the occasional mouldy sandwich. I drew the curtains -
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wife. Funny, now that she's drenched in blood, I no longer want her in that sort of passive aggressive way. That's how cubicle marriages are. Fleeting and drab. -
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We would soon be "scarce" because The Auto-Completes were twisting our every thought. I tried to "flee", but they forced me to "fleece" a sheep. My new coat couldn't save me from