FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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"Alright, it's all up to me," I told me. "Gotta use your instincts. Never give up." The door was closed, and the carnivorous goldfish were now flopping into it. Then silence. -
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Scene 1: The simpleton hobo snorkeled, post-cataclysm, in a franchised RoachMotel pool whilst a crabby, carbuncled & festooned salesman wielding a squeegie devoured a giant earwig. -
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a small thread to the plot. He reached in and unraveled it. He suddenly came to his senses and realized he was 40 stories up and one of the suction-cups was giving away. (eep)
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a zephyr out of the west, which gently nudged the little rain cloud. The plants below felt the patter of its drizzly teardrops. The big ol' sun sent new rays to warm them.