FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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/but heart beating drums drive us to profess/ the love I've come to confesss/ it is no illusion or figment of imagination/ it is just a script for humanity's perpetuation. -
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--nothing! His iHammer pants weren't getting a signal. Maybe the pants had a virus. Hurtling downward, at 15,000 ft. in the air he suddenly thought of how the pants might save him: -
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barrongly. Fagan kathunk as the townspeople perped their firnbats and consroted towards him. "Hey, what's the big tichle?" he carked half-wartedly. They however just kept -
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totalitarian technocrats, eleven edible echidnas, twelve truckers trucking! Wait... was that how it's supposed to go? -
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Flopp writes this to commend Firebolt391d for just being such a rad person and an all round amazing human. And that goes for the next folder too, after all, this is