FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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15message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me
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12We gasped in horror as the mass email containing a pic of Pooh Bear, shirtless, circulated globally . "Can't you recall it?" "This isn't the Bush Gore election." I rolled my eyes.
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10a wondrous ability - he could regenerate lost limbs and so of course he grew another tail. The gods would not like it, but that was too bad. Butch yelped and leapt toward Tum-Tums
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12, but it was too late. Blood rushed down the aisle, the bride screamed and the story was all over the news. I was rushed to hospital but now I must die; he did me a favour.
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14Before 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