FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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from the discarded balance sheets of the failed banks. The dawn gongs of the financial apocalypse rang without remorse, like sonic battering rams, and the Emanator chortled as -
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the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again. -
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felt sad and abused. "They shall never intermarry," he whispered to the rose bushes. "I will see them all hanged before then. He hid his favorite shovel under his pillow that night -
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"These old things?" The squidess drawled. "It's lemon chiffon actually." Squidman was stumped. He'd never seen that shade of yellow. Especially on interstellar gator-skin boots. -
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My tweed waterbed is the centrepiece of my boudoir. I use it to seduce outdoor types such as gamekeepers, assistant gamekeepers, gamekeepers mates and environmentalists. Rough twee