FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10from 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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10at Carl in bewilderment, not knowing how to judge a toe’s predicament from wanting independence from a foot. But seeing as Carl was on the wrong foot anyway, the judge decided to
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10for peddling in a school zone, which would triple the penalty. "Now my dear, Han," she announced diabolically, "you are all mine." Suddenly, a large, furry arm appeared from above
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14be tyrants to the antfolk, enslaving them and forcing them to carry our luggage? I guess there are many bad possible futures, so I must destroy either possibility or the future.
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11The demonolgist's day job was painting lines in parking lots. This went well until the winter solstice