FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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urple peephole so he could see the eye. 'Aye, I see!' cried the arms dealer. The heavy door slowly creaked open. I stepped over the threshold into the dimly lit room. Arms galore -
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vodka and bread lines. Then a stork said, "To hell with this baby crap. I'm going into the pickle business." His best friend said, "Tom, you're talking crazy. We deliver babies -
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"Dude, it was in the brochure I sent you. Remember?" "No dude, I definitely don't remember "drinking the blood of the innocent". You know that I am Innocence Intolerant!" This was -
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. This was a thriving metropolis until the Hippo Stampede of '01. You could still see bite marks in an abandoned Pontiac Aztec, where the rebellion had begun. A hippo was gipped on -
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Having already read the end of this story I can tell you that I'm appalled. I hereby refuse to participate. Specifically, the subtly veiled references in folds 6-8 make me want to