FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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showerknife!" [Gasps] "Guaranteed to kill mom dead or your money back!" [Thunderous applause] [Telephone dialing] "Hi, I'd like to order a showerknife." [Pause] "Norm Bates. 5239 P -
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We gasped in horror as the mass email containing a pic of Pooh Bear, shirtless, circulated globally . "Can't you recall it?" "This isn't the Bush Gore election." I rolled my eyes. -
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to my existential crisis. I peered into his beady eyes and saw the void staring back. Oh, cruel squirrel, harbinger of death tell me no more! He held the acorn in a miser's grip. -
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the game was over, we put our balls away and exchanged false phone numbers. That was the last I saw of my hermaphrodite lover, until seven years later, in Paris. S/he was at a cafe -
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, and Mollie a year later from inhaling stray cotton fibers (she refused to die of such an obscure malady before Jonas's passing). Alas, as I trudged through life, I could only