FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11shoulders, followed by a cacophonous din as the cans rolled across the floor banging into the shelves across the aisle. I mumbled and apology then pushed my cart past his
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10He rubbed his goatee peering at her black leotard over his espresso. She grabbed his beret and flung it. "You just hate me because I want to dig the world always!" Beatniks were
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12He surfed gamma waves crossing the longitudinal fissure with the firings of the corpus callosum lighting his way & entered the seat of conciousness. So now you know Bozo's secret.
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10marveled at its beauty. In the end, it was a well-crafted craft, and it sailed, silent but deadly, to its intended target. No one else saw it coming. But that is another story.
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10would support him. My client requested bergamot but all I had was patchouli. As I drizzled Squidman in essential oil, his wife slithered in and sniffed the air.