FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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"This is the second-worst day of my life," I moaned, my voice echoing slightly against the cold, tile walls as above me, my boss relieved himself into the urinal. Just then, I saw -
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bashed Tharg's head with a rock, she had no idea she was to be the next sacrifice, due to the ceremonial narcotics used to sedate the victums. Although due to the compound scarcity -
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mental state. It was an entirely wrathless state he achieved with 10 years of total indifference at work and in the bedroom. But this fold, THIS FOLD. Peter's dormant neurons awoke -
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"I love that colour you're wearing, though." I whispered. Even as a middle-aged Squidman I could appreciate tasteful colour-matching when I saw it. "What is it, electric yellow?"
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hunch that his hunchback was going to need more than a spoonful of sugar to choke down, but Manatee ate all of Uncle Hugo's hunch and the pudding as well, and then waited for natur