FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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my stash. I kept it behind a dusty old map of Fort Wayne, Indiana, that came with the car. Never been there, but now I associate that city with pot. I wonder if I'm the only one? I -
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refused to believe it, blinded by paternal pride. Yellowstone Nate absorbed his father's diatribe, imagining how he might murder him decades on. When Yosemite Sam finished yelling, -
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so much more dramatic their first sip of espresso. His beret landed on the table of man in a business suit. Business suit flicked the beret onto the floor: a bold poem gone limp. -
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My name is Mudd, with two Ds, the second D is silent; in theory, if only one of them is silent and the other one isn’t, it doesn’t matter which of the Ds is silent and which isn’t. -
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we will rule the night!" "Yes," came the response. "Let us change and forget ourselves. Let us howl at the moon, fly, drink the blood of innocents--" "Wait, what?"