FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Before long, the elected officials were crouching in their own waste and picking nits from each other's receding hairlines. Vines began to grow in the capitol dome, and nothing -
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Puzzled, I scratched my groin in dismay. This discrepancy I discovered in the Mayan calendar meant that my calculations for the apocalypse were way off. "Holy Schnikes!" I thought. -
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way crossing. I heard a train whistle in the distance. "Are you crazy? That rose was solid gold!" Lucca cursed. He was going to have to retrieve it before it was destroyed. -
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heavy with feeling. "Ummm... I walked here tbh," I replied. So we set off together to my remote cabin, a 7 mile hike over rough ground. He started wheezing as my grocery cart skitt -
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Ikea knew. I was surrounded by planks & screws, tears & snot running down my face. Then a glint & embedded in some polystyrene, a huge emerald. I picked it up. It was transmitting