FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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so for heaven's sake, don't say schecklemabobwowa, what ever you do. Don't even sound it out as you read it, lest the ancient curse of Wumba-Wumba poke you in the eyes with a -
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Rupert played on, his instrument feebly gasping out each note in the endless stream. The crowd had thinned somewhat, perhaps due to the fact that nobody likes accordion music, but -
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my 12 year old moped. After all, I just had the headlight adjusted. What is this world coming to? I can't even have -
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of the world covered. He looked as his competitors, smirked, and suddenly slammed a sack of potatoes onto the table, sending the pieces everywhere. "RISK is for bitches!" he said,