FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Potato. Heaps and heaps of potato in its many varieties. Pulverized! Fricassee! Fried! Smashed! Sliced. Potato. She set to work, and her guests barely noticed the chicken flavor. -
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up some weenies?" I winked at the mayor but he had been taken in by the governor's dazzling charm. "I want to be Engineer Lotus Scrotum!" he said. At that point, I realized we were -
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refused to believe it, blinded by paternal pride. Yellowstone Nate absorbed his father's diatribe, imagining how he might murder him decades on. When Yosemite Sam finished yelling, -
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I sighed and leaned back. Such is the life of a teacher. I had to pay my bills, so I pretended not to notice and started another lesson plan. -
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"Oh good grief, this again!" thought the Emanator discreetly and with delight, as the Emanator and many sub-emanations enjoyed that dawn and those gongs, and children folded cranes