FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10and nobody noticed until after the encore, when the crowd had left and Spam Baby could be heard cooing playfully behind the curtain. One of the Hornel girls discovered it chewing
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11began to write of forgotten forests, deep bubbling streams, and the mushrooms that grew along them in the dark, warm corners of
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11to my existential crisis. I peered into his beady eyes and saw the void staring back. Oh, cruel squirrel, harbinger of death tell me no more! He held the acorn in a miser's grip.
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12eren't turned on by her hair bun, her glasses, her sailor's tongue or her judgmental stance. But when Valetta asked if they'd like another beer with their beer, well, no man could
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10easy shuffling thru the vacant corridors of my soul. It hurts when people are nice. He spent a drunken night complimenting me & asking to hang out. Next day, he blocked me on IM.