FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I was tired of being so clever and self-involved, but the baroque tapestry of my superior mind had already been woven. I avoided commoners for their sake; even a simple "hello" -
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After finishing my fold, I found I had written more words than the gospel, William Shakespeare's sonnets, and The Firm, combined. I then decided to self-publish my work, entitled -
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I'd given everything I owned to the Sisters of Glory. I called. "No can do, mate," a sister snapped, "terms and conditions apply." Get in line with the rest of the destitute. I -
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Without thinking it through, he pulled apart the nearest doll, and gave the Play Doh Clone Golem the chest of Skeletor. An evil grin appeared on the creation's face. It said -
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quivering enticingly. It was coagulated blood from his last crime. Det. Manatee watched as the devious Mystery Suspect wrote a recipe for blood sausage on the confession sheet.