FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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Satan Claus soon would be there. The orphans were huddled for warmth in their beds, while visions of maniacs danced in their heads. And Mummy in her tatters, and I in my hood, had -
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that the demigod was tightly compressed into nutrition for horses, I lit up a smoke and sat back, ignoring the demigod's vague wails of "My butt! It hurts!" The Celestial Combine -
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as a pinch. But who's counting? As long as we're counting, they're 1760 yards in a mile? But if someone gives ya an inch, ya can't take a mile. Unless ya walk a mile in their shoes -
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ive with a decidedly aquamarine air waddled up to the foot of the bed. "Just as I suspected. You've been folding in your P.J.s haven't you?" "Why no Mr. Manatee sir", I stammered