FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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At sunset the sunflower massacre stopped. James threw his rifle to the ground and walked through the devastated field of shredded stalks & decapitated flowers. Oh the humanity! -
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went off with out a hitch until his neck bolts started poking out of his turtle neck sweater. He tried to hide by the punchbowl but Beth spotted him. "Hey Frank! Long time!" "Urgh" -
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I was checking out the new fall line of lacy thongs, when I felt someone come up behind me. "Nice bag," the low rough voice said. I whipped around, my manpurse slapping against his -
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Wikid, the surgeon, peering eagerly into the hollow of my bowels. Dr. Wikid stretched my navel & released, sending a pinball careening around a lung to bounce off the heart & into -
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It is Mrs. Peabury, an octogenarian savant who lives in the basement of the Jeopardy studio. All night long she writes the problems for the show. No-one realized that she was mad.