FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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may be. That is good. Welcome newcomer. May FoldingStory be as much as you had hoped, Shadowsheart. Firebolt391d wrote this hoping to create a greater sense of community. -
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He counted the laundered money, putting it in his suitcase. He was off to the Cayman Islands, to live there pemanently. He and his family boarded the Z-liner, then it took off. -
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eluded her. She just didn't have an ear for rhyming words. Whaaat?! You say poetry doesn't have to rhyme? Yeah, well tell that to Dr. Suess, the greatest poet that ever lived. -
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Potato. Heaps and heaps of potato in its many varieties. Pulverized! Fricassee! Fried! Smashed! Sliced. Potato. She set to work, and her guests barely noticed the chicken flavor. -
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He dreamed about the Moody Blues and wondered if he was born in the wrong generation. Then the bookcat started. I'm-I'm sentient? it thought. Eureka! An evolutionary revolution!