FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Sam hastily brought his Monster Manual and 20-sided dice. Mort yelled, "Rocket Propelled Grenade not Role-Playing Game!" Another tentacle thrust out of the portal. -
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My car sputtered & died. The nearest garage was 5 miles away. Swimming out of the fog came a legion of wraith-women--the infamous Vicksburg Spinsters, intent on marrying me! -
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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 -
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of the world covered. He looked as his competitors, smirked, and suddenly slammed a sack of potatoes onto the table, sending the pieces everywhere. "RISK is for bitches!" he said, -
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"Come into my parlor. I'll make us some killer French fries," she said as he suddenly realized he was stuck, caught. "I...um..am I already in your 'parlor'?" he asked Spiderwoman.