FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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make a decision. "Carl, America, we believe in individual freedoms . So a toe has a right to leave the foot and persue happiness. On the other hand, different fingers." The judge -
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the Zorgian flesh offering, but pinky puree was too tempting. I slurped it gone and apologized to my clone. It (I?) then gnawed my lip, thus beginning a race to consume the other. -
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The sky was on fire. Not in a beautiful, metaphorical, take a picture with your phone sense. In a ohmygodeverythingsgoingtodie sense. I pushed my way into the cave, screaming for -
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Valetta was a hidden ruby amongst the jetsam of womankind. She was a whore in the bedroom, a cook in the kitchen & something else somewhere else... fill in the gaps yourself. Men w -
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-d into the motel across the street from the tree so he could keep an eye on it for replies. Finally, after three years, an old hippie broad tore the faded paper down and threw it