FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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It was empty. Until a newspaper swept across it. It was lonely, itself with its bad news curling over the wind. Then a dog with ribs showing crossed. Down the street, baby, down -
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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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"Are we necromancers, Magic Orb?" repeated the first as he snatched the orb from the second's hands. "Look, I'm dead tired. Ask again tomorrow," was the orb's reply. The two looked -
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I'd like for you to cover for me because I have a hot date tonight. " The PACU nurse handed me a clipboard and a stethescope. I was a clown. A Patient. Now I'm on duty? Jesus. -
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marveled at its beauty. In the end, it was a well-crafted craft, and it sailed, silent but deadly, to its intended target. No one else saw it coming. But that is another story.