FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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issing the $600 dollars I had placed in it. Without my money, I had no way of returning home. Not that money would have helped, considering I appeared to be in an entirely differen -
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read the translated cuneiform from her long lost grandmother's recipebook. As she stared into the compact mirror, she asked, "How do I make a souffle?" Suddenly, a ghostly face app -
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time trying to polish out the boulder damage, which also smoothed over the nice scourge-n-gravel antiquing he and Hercules had applied. Atlas's bedside table would just have to -
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picked a gigantic boogie out of his nose & wiped it on LucieLucie's designer jeans, ignoring the Purple Prof completely. "LL, what is a Cleveland steamer?" LL poked Jimbeau in the -
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"That I'm rich! Uh, I mean... nothing." Doc recorded me repeating all my dreams, and excused himself. I overheard him call a smut publishing firm. Big sums were bandied about. Hey!