FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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ed 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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n-stained Cheetos-orange fingers protruding like tens of points of bright light in the night's approach. I refused to die. By will alone I raised up, grasped a pilgrim and asked -
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with me. A'm leavin!'" The potential buyer walked back to his shed and bathed in his golden spray-painted turds before the auction continued. The crowds were chattering about the -
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quivering enticingly. It was coagulated blood from his last crime. Det. Manatee watched as the devious Mystery Suspect wrote a recipe for blood sausage on the confession sheet. -
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large green pipe. She dodged a turtle, waited for the man-eating plant to disappear back down the pipe, then she dove in and fell to the bottom; where she found her cell phone.