FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I hated my twin brother because he reminded me of myself. I hated myself. So then, I also hated him. Which meant that I also hated myself. It was a vicious cycle. -
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but all those stories covered up the dark secret of Humpty's mafia, a hard-boiled gang of bad eggs that terrorized the denizens of Mother Goose. Noone lost a tear when he shattered -
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we can get to the church on time. That's right. It was Sunday--fried egg day and dress up day all rolled into one. The mess would have to -
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dally in her back alley like some silly sally snorting tiffy and taffy like cray cray was catching. The nuns were ON THE JOB now. This was their case now. Finding Tally Olde was -
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Unfortunately I also was allergic to berries. There I was, six feet under, covered in hives, and itchy as hell. To escape, I punched through the coffin lid and clawed through