FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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wishing there was some water with all this sand. (I miss surfing.) Some dude called me Muad'Dib or something. Man its hot, diary. Giant worms approaching. This bites. Gotta go. -
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shook Pooh's shoulders roughly. "We can never go back. You know what happened to Tigger." Both shivered at the thought. "Here put these on." Chris Robin threw him a pair of pants -
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BANG! My lights went out. I woke up what felt like days later in a hospital bed. A multi-lighted machine next to me gave off an innocuous *beep* then shut down. I couldn't see any -
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I did a monstrous number of respectable things for a lot of bad people—or maybe I did a substantial number of terrible things for a lot of good people. I hate people. I love me. -
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that glare of despondency. "You know I karaoke when I'm brushing." Bitter, he kicked over the tree, left his missus and walked into the frigid air. Santa knew... he always knew.