FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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write a coherent story. I wish I were back in foldingstoryland, by the babblin' brook. before the giant speaking mushroom, whose mycelia gird the mantel. tells me what to say. -
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The sky was on fire. Not in a beautiful, metaphorical, take a picture with your phone sense. In a ohmygodeverythingsgoingtodie sense. I pushed my way into the cave, screaming for -
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. A young Tibitian looked at the silver tea pot and saw his reflection distorted. The kettle whistled and he hastily prepared oolong for the Dalai Lama. Elsewhere, a man dreamed. -
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pined for charity and grace and the ghosts of trains past, the humble humor of Red Skelton, and a life of uncertain but broad horizons. But for now, cubicles would trump cardboard -
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way crossing. I heard a train whistle in the distance. "Are you crazy? That rose was solid gold!" Lucca cursed. He was going to have to retrieve it before it was destroyed.