FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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, but it was too late. Blood rushed down the aisle, the bride screamed and the story was all over the news. I was rushed to hospital but now I must die; he did me a favour. -
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He glared back. It was a glaring contest. My eyes began watering. I propped my eyelids up with toothpicks. He was unwavering. I saw his nose twitch, though. Ah-ha...any moment now. -
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the vice and then glued a long haired wig and head band on top of the Parrot's head. The parrot now had that classic beatnik look which was perfect for his -
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you promise not to teach it any curse words. He agreed and we went to the pet store. There was only one parakeet left and he came with a free eye patch. Can we name him Squawkers? -
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write a coherent story. I wish I were back in foldingstoryland, by the babblin' brook. before the giant speaking mushroom, whose mycelia gird the mantel. tells me what to say.