FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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How could I have forgotten that hotel room full of smoke? Lana'd gotten a bag of loose cigarettes and over the two weeks, the room took on hazy strata. I'd count the layers and -
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It was empty. Until a newspaper swept across it. It was lonely, itself with its bad news curling over the wind. Then a dog with ribs showing crossed. Down the street, baby, down -
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Then the head bit my finger. I recoiled in horror. The head's eyes looked into mind. It cackled. "Thought I was dead Jacky-boy?" Then his eyes started swirling in the sockets -
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understand why you continue to cling to your mother." "I don't cling to my mother." he said testily. "Not literally," his wife replied. "But figuratively, you do. Sigmund explained -
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a word from our sponsor." [Voiceover]: "Tired of your mother ruling your life? Whispering criticisms in your ear? Demanding EVERYTHING from you?"[Eyebrows lifting] "Try Bates' new