FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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But then I started thinking about my 1972 Impala. If I destroyed the future, I'd never get to drive it again! I threw down my utensils. We'd have to take our chances with the ants. -
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But then, what was the purpose of my life? If I was simply a machine, controlled by someone with the remote, whence came my sense of autonomy? I puzzled over this question while -
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JMan thought he was flying for a moment, before he hit the hard, damp ground. He could hear Det laughing as the train disappeared around the bend. His wrist was sprained, but -
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joint. Ellen Kapinski, picks out the lice in his head where the scratching has been. It's not a sin. Waits by the window, wearing a thong that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who -
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my stash. I kept it behind a dusty old map of Fort Wayne, Indiana, that came with the car. Never been there, but now I associate that city with pot. I wonder if I'm the only one? I