FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11ed his crotch and did a little Michael Jackson move as he headed out to collect the cow eggs. At least he thought they were cow eggs. They made lousy omelets, but were plentiful.
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11and hoisted him into the air by rope and pulley. Dangling high above, Frankîe thought that the diners all looked like ants. And then he realised: they WERE all ants! No wonder he'd
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10Wait a minute. That's not vanilla icing. Rachel had been at my donuts again; I could tell. "Rachel, I found your cold cream!" I yelled upstairs. Mrs. Huxtable sauntered into the
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10does itself if you let it. Fold 4: Involves imaginary numbers and must never be attempted on Samhain because of the risk of it being interpreted as a conjuring of an angry Liberace
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12Then the head bit my finger. I recoiled in horror. The head's eyes looked into mind. It cackled. "Thought I was dead Jacky-boy?" Then his eyes started swirling in the sockets