FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me -
10
The incarnadine wraiths flashed through the twirling swamp-forest, sobbing as they swept up lost children to be brought home as white-eyed slaves of enfeebled, drifting appetites. -
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that glare of despondency. "You know I karaoke when I'm brushing." Bitter, he kicked over the tree, left his missus and walked into the frigid air. Santa knew... he always knew. -
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totalitarian technocrats, eleven edible echidnas, twelve truckers trucking! Wait... was that how it's supposed to go? -
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In retrospect, telling a child to look after something so private probably was a mistake. It would be like asking a fox to look after a chicken coop. Almost immediately I decided