FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Off I went on a snape hunt, never again to see my Dad, the most revered woolreaching Bandersnatchbagger south, east or west of Boojum Bay. I cocked my Basoonwangler & strumped int -
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never really saw wearing anything but baggy sweat pants and a Merry Maids smock. I fantasized about the elastic band in her pants becoming too loose. Jan knew, so my coffee was -
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from the discarded balance sheets of the failed banks. The dawn gongs of the financial apocalypse rang without remorse, like sonic battering rams, and the Emanator chortled as -
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in a cedar bowl with "wild caught" salmon chili flakes and pink salt crumbs. This was the most esoteric snack ever created. All food talk would be trumped by my creation. -
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a warlock from the old country, possessed of the notion that, even if he answered incorrectly, his consolation prize would consist of preservation in amber for millions of years.