FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10My Mother loves me, yes she does/With Evil, Despair, and Hate, because/She was there with me before I was/A little tiny speck of Fuzz/
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11Lou Bergs had traveled all the way through time to mow my lawn. He swore that my single mom's grilled chicken breast was worth the trouble, though I suspected darker motives. Penet
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11at sea in his clam shaped paddle pool. Elliot read the fish their last rites and pressed play on his ghetto blaster. Van Halen's "Jump" pumped out of his stereo and a tear ran down
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13Lucielucie, the official slag of Folding Story, wasn't fussy about who she folded with. People who were confused about their writing style or just confused, found her easy virtue
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11I approach the temptress from behind. I must not! but her undraped shoulder pulls me. My finger taps lightly. Debbie McRoberts turns. "Do you want to dance?" I stammer. (No!)