FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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joint. Ellen Kapinski, picks out the lice in his head where the scratching has been. It's not a sin. Waits by the window, wearing a thong that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who -
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My puppet master yanked my strings to and fro. One moment he or she, I think I prefer a she, has plopped me on the divan watching hours and hours of Antique Roadshow and the next I -
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beans to engage the Red Bean Army. "ATTENTION! Get down that vine and make hummus of them! And make it snap-peas!" A Red Bean spy beaned the bean-commander with a beam of beano -
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pomegranate. When I opened the door there was what appeared to be a small ruby in the bottom of the immaculate self-cleaning oven. "Holy shnikies!" I exclaimed. My uncle was a jewe -
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Kibbles was determined to take over his Royal Highness's kitchen and spare those few who had survived the bland cooking plague. Most had long lost their minds and the rest their