FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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my sallow skin, crooked teeth and shaggy eyebrows. Not to mention my acne, receding hairline and dandruff. I COULD NOT allow myself to be photographed. I leapt over the metal barri -
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is and I, frankly speaking, reveled in it. There is nothing more heady that the scent of sweaty unwashed bodies moving in unison to Pink Floyd,who were stockholders in Hemp Panties -
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So I did...& awoke to more screaming. OMG! I stabbed GARY for REAL while I was sleep jaywalking! I smacked my forehead. "IDIOT!!" I said to myself. A cat meowed in the distance.
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ved my arm pits. "It's just so... ish." she quipped as she plucked the last of the hairs. I became weak as new-born lamb, "Curse you woman! Now I'll never be champion!" -
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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.