FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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differently talented fruits of the forest. The fruits gathered for the recording of 'Sweep Dreams'. The effing and blinding, the consumption of strong lager, the pungency alone -
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The sky was on fire. Not in a beautiful, metaphorical, take a picture with your phone sense. In a ohmygodeverythingsgoingtodie sense. I pushed my way into the cave, screaming for -
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To the Moon and to Venus I said an inner thanks, and then I set my frogs afloat on leaves and alight with a secret word that we had practiced, and I let some paper lanterns aloft. -
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("Damn! That's some good writing there!" I said to myself.) The cries of the lost children blended with the wind, lost on the ears of the swamp-forest hunters, who searched in vain -
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"It matters not," muttered Dr. Kinsey. "Regardless of their orientation, bananas remain nature's ultimate phallic symbol, violating all of its eaters and