FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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l thief! I picked the crimson facet off the oven's basting pan. Was it the stolen Carmen Lúcia? I held it to the light to examined it with my loupe & whistled. Then Aunt Gracy ente -
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I was tired of being so clever and self-involved, but the baroque tapestry of my superior mind had already been woven. I avoided commoners for their sake; even a simple "hello" -
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ketchup with our friend, Bob Evans, who (contrary to popular belief) did not live down on the farm. He lived with us in our Weinermobile. So Frank, Bob, & I drove off together, -
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oom. The deafening roar sent us into shivers until Doc shared a round of tranquilizers. We spent the rest of the night, on the floor, listening to Air Supply -
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a warlock from the old country, possessed of the notion that, even if he answered incorrectly, his consolation prize would consist of preservation in amber for millions of years.