FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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How could I have forgotten that hotel room full of smoke? Lana'd gotten a bag of loose cigarettes and over the two weeks, the room took on hazy strata. I'd count the layers and -
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I believed her. It didn't calm my qualms. Although not related to me, I called Regina & Delores Mudd. They were the bass player for the periwinkle ramona. "I'm a Mudd. What does it -
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WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE." I lay as still as I could, hoping the bed wouldn't creak. Moments later they battered down the door and I was surrounded by Folding Story police. A detect -
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Dracula took the night shift at the furniture store. He needed a little money so that he could get HBO. -
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I had a lot to think about. I shouldn't have left Cheyenne, I decided, pushing the shells around thoughtfully. I realized I had subconsciously spelled out a message in the sand: