FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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He glared back. It was a glaring contest. My eyes began watering. I propped my eyelids up with toothpicks. He was unwavering. I saw his nose twitch, though. Ah-ha...any moment now. -
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Please copy your fold: The tape worms decided to feast on his lunch while discussing in the intestine board about the deal. A living host they could stay in forever. But -
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joint. Ellen Kapinski, picks out the lice in his head where the scratching has been. It's not a sin. Waits by the window, wearing a thong that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who
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but the wood-gnome didn't know the way to my remote cabin. So we ditched him and I lead the way through the woods. Suddenly our grocery cart revaporized before us and -
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from the discarded balance sheets of the failed banks. The dawn gongs of the financial apocalypse rang without remorse, like sonic battering rams, and the Emanator chortled as