FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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a bowl of porridge & off her rocker to boot. Bert fired up the bong & blew smoke rings in Goldy's face while Ernie baked some hash cookies. When Mr. McFeely came to make a speedy -
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began to write of forgotten forests, deep bubbling streams, and the mushrooms that grew along them in the dark, warm corners of -
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A Poem About My Mother - Humble,sweet,but often dreary/My mother is a soulless fairy/Beneath her lips,color of cherry/Three blackened teeth,a tongue so hairy/ -
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dered quariously, chowning three deedle-dees in the piehole. The mob peeted Fagan over & over, until he grumlopped into the sadd. Hoomla! Then, just before Fagan dumpled, a zenitar -
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alive? I picked up the acorn & rolled it between my bloody fingers. It seems I was and this...this little nut must be the reason why, I reasoned. My lucky acorn, it saved my life!