FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11on the autumnal equinox I had a vision. The giant stones formed 11s and started dancing about. I blame it on the
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12a warlock from the old country, possessed of the notion that, even if he answered incorrectly, his consolation prize would consist of preservation in amber for millions of years.
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11in his pantry. a wailing gobble was heard in the hall, a peck-pecking at his bedchamber & a great turkey carcass waddled in. "What are you?" cried Scrooge? "The Ghost of Thanksgiv
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11However, do not speak of Wife #7. She has done terrible awful things. The most awful of which being: Seven ate Nine.
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33once de Leon Blvd., Miami, FL. [Sharp intake of breath] "That's my old address! What a coincidence, Mr., uh, Bates, is it? [Silence] "Mr. Bates? Was it a showerknife you needed?"