FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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ry. "Sure," the stranger shrugged, walking away as I lay there. My sight was growing dim. My life passed before my eyes. I quickly said the 23rd Psalm. I had but one regret: -
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"Sorry, I'm all out." My childhood memories would never be the same. "Hey, Eeyore...why so glum?" "I'm not depressed - just really, really, mellow," he said and took a deep drag -
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, well, frankly-speaking, a hot dog. Before he came along, I was nothing but a German cabbage fermenting in a vat of lactic acid bacteria. No one really liked me, but Frank made me
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Scene 1: The simpleton hobo snorkeled, post-cataclysm, in a franchised RoachMotel pool whilst a crabby, carbuncled & festooned salesman wielding a squeegie devoured a giant earwig. -
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self. I learned that the secret slime word that activated his third nipple/slime faucet was "um", so I'd um until he'd take his slime-drenched shirt off. "So, um, deary, how was