FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I was only here for corn chips, but here I was, frozen in the aisle, because a (devastatingly handsome) staff member had walked into the same aisle, freestyle rapping about -
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differently talented fruits of the forest. The fruits gathered for the recording of 'Sweep Dreams'. The effing and blinding, the consumption of strong lager, the pungency alone -
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I entered my apartment and smelled sulfur. Satan had been here, and I was willing to bet he was taking Cheryl out right now. I knew I never should have trusted Satan around my girl -
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stonewall, where they were loved and excepted as who they were. They no longer had to pretend that God loved them. They knew he did as he'd given them an out clause or something. -
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Lighting the blow torch, he aimed it at the nest. Fwoomp! The moths caught on fire, and I watched as the burnt bodies littered the ground with ash. "That'll teach them," he said.