FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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After 10 days of white-out in a pup-tent, the weather cleared and we ventured to the peak. When reaching the summit, I checked my GPS. We were on the wrong mountain -
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$10.56. What can I say? I'm good at negotiating. I'd practically memorized "The Art of the Deal". I was admiring myself in the rear-view mirror when I smelled it...in the backseat. -
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longer muddied by his past. Free now of royal bondage, Kenny escaped to the countryside & the empire now known as "Kenny's Krumpets" was born. All's well that ends well!
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d chafes, but rugged outdoor types regard their tweed burned bums as a badge of honor. In fact I keep a basket of cockles & fresh nettle leaves by my tweed waterbeds side table -
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hot and heavy. The smoke pour out of that oven made the who room smell like heaven. It was so good that Mrs. Butterworth died of Turkey scent overload.