FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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as big as a Clufwaang soared over him, accompanied by the sound of a thousand grieving angels. Fagan knew that this meant it was time, time for it all to end. What hope was left? -
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The light was orange, he reached for the door hinge. He leapt with a poor twinge. His hair was now more fringed. He made it out except for a singe. The Endge -
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I looked down. -ETA?-. I typed -Can't text. Driving.- I looked up just before impacting an oak tree at 65 mph. I had neither a seatbelt nor a windshield but a large gust of wind -
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He took a cardboard tube and spoke to his belly. "Um.. guys? You can eat what you like but can you like, not kill me?" The tapeworms replied, "Hmm.. We must discuss this at forum."
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Bless Me, Father, for I have sinned. I am a confirmed Catholic who strayed from Heaven's straight & Narrow path for a walk thru debauchery's garden: Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll.