FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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But I was having charred dog for dinner. I would teach Walker and all the others not to mess with a professional butter knife sharpener. I finally got a hold of my dog Walker, "Bad -
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my 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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It made him feel purdy. He spackled on flesh-colored foundation to cover the scars and stitch marks. Now what to do about the blue tongue and nails? -
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a zephyr out of the west, which gently nudged the little rain cloud. The plants below felt the patter of its drizzly teardrops. The big ol' sun sent new rays to warm them. -
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what I tasted like. Now I could find out without having to chop off and cook one of my appendages. I longingly gazed at my clone with my mouth watering. NO! My clone was for