FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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A Poem About My Mother - Humble,sweet,but often dreary/My mother is a soulless fairy/Beneath her lips,color of cherry/Three blackened teeth,a tongue so hairy/ -
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to set before the gods. I put it on my silver platter and raced up to Valhalla, where Odin and the gang were throwing a party to welcome the newly slain. When they saw my esoteric -
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This Christmas, I asked myself a very important question: "Has anything about me changed? Why do I still hate the world? And where's the turkey?" But this time, it'll be different. -
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I was only here for corn chips, but here I was, frozen in the aisle, because a (devastatingly handsome) staff member had walked into the same aisle, freestyle rapping about -
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They had payed good money to see him list words beginning with the letter H, and they were without a doubt not disappointed with the performance. Many even plead for an encore,