FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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tapping from the outside of the hull. We were in deep space, what could be out there? I peered into the void at a spacesuit. The visor depolarized and I so my own face, frightened. -
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with sequins. Glitter bomb the Chopper and his stupid rambo-esque name! Rambo. Now there was a man who could appreciate the finer things the jungle has to offer. Like glitter. -
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waggled his eyebrows at me. I'd never noticed them before, so it caught me off guard. "It's way past your bedtime," Det. Manatee told me. He shut down the computer and -
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a taker, not a giver. You NEVER vote for my folds, you slacker!" The voice from his computer screen pouted. "Let's make a deal, shall we? Write one decent fold, just ONE, & I'll -
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the folder. The story in this case is the author, the folder becomes the pen. There is no such thing as virtuosity, or at least there is no need for it anymore. Technology replaces