FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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manchus blowing in the breeze. Steve envied Sharon's red-golden fu, the way the light caught it and seemed to dance within it. His own dark black fu was now shot with grey, and -
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looking at the ceiling. Are you rolling your eyes at us? Not much of a team player, are you." Any response I could think of would get me fired anyway, so I quit that damn job. -
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Madame Wong, while gathering ingredients for her special soup of the day. "Madame Wu, who is that with you?" She eyed the pale man in the Chinese hat with red chin straps. -
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be a dog who plays soccer." Valetta stared at him in burning disbelief. Officer O'Malley slammed his fists against his head again and this time the craziest thing -
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worn by generations of wandering folk. He picked up the rose, and its withered golden petals flew and scintillated on the dusk's wind, like the souls of all his roaming ancestors.