FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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"These old things?" The squidess drawled. "It's lemon chiffon actually." Squidman was stumped. He'd never seen that shade of yellow. Especially on interstellar gator-skin boots. -
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eren't turned on by her hair bun, her glasses, her sailor's tongue or her judgmental stance. But when Valetta asked if they'd like another beer with their beer, well, no man could -
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Was she worthy of tasting the noodles, however? There they lay, so perfectly in the china bowl, glistening with butter. She bent her head to fathom the aroma. All of the sudden, -
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t and it seemed like a constructive enterprise to wander, off-their-heads, along the coastline laughing and making marks and lines on what they would later call a map. "Not worth f