FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11hot and heavy. The smoke pour out of that oven made the who room smell like heaven. It was so good that Mrs. Butterworth died of Turkey scent overload.
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10So it didn't really matter if I did terrible things or respectable things or who I did it for. What mattered was that my bank account got big enough for me to move to my dream home
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11Ed him to remember to take his Xanax and take three deep breaths. Pooh carried the honey pot and found Eyeore. He called Det. Manatee and his sea-cows to do CPR. Tigger watched
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12shook Pooh's shoulders roughly. "We can never go back. You know what happened to Tigger." Both shivered at the thought. "Here put these on." Chris Robin threw him a pair of pants
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12WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE." I lay as still as I could, hoping the bed wouldn't creak. Moments later they battered down the door and I was surrounded by Folding Story police. A detect