FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I hung the gew-gaw from my neck, so I would always remember that fatal error. Never again would I know love, or what it feels like to not have killed my own family. I turned to -
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his bubbliness was flat as well. Flat Stanley's life became a downward spiral of coke lines and racy Euclidean magazines. Nothing could ever take his mind off the plane. -
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The child ran from the building, carried out into the night on tiny feet. The child looked for help, but seeing the stars above, quieted. There are stories everywhere. We can pick. -
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Awakening to the noise of water dripping from the leaking stone ceiling, I observed my present environment. The throbbing pain of a bruise upon my temple disoriented my judgement, -
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misanthropic bug bites & stings instill you with insecticidal rage?" I couldn't reply. I'd been transported on love's blissful wings to a clinic for the treatment of entomophilia.