FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10. This was a thriving metropolis until the Hippo Stampede of '01. You could still see bite marks in an abandoned Pontiac Aztec, where the rebellion had begun. A hippo was gipped on
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10the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again.
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11Natch, teach saw the note in Emily's hand, & plucked it from her prostrate form. "Passing notes in class?" he chided us over the inert girl. "Hmm, 'Good Job'? What sort of job?" We
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12The button felt fabric across his face as Jen's fingers pulled him through the hole. He felt himself falling to the floor as she tossed her blouse in a heap. The button thought
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11Well, more bacon is guaranteed to improve any situation unless you're a pig. If you're a little pink beast with a curly tail, the only good bacon is the bacon that IS your belly.