FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the castle not a creature was stirring, not even the shackled; the skeletons wre hung, by the chimney with care, in the hopes that -
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At all costs, I'm just trying to avoid eye contact. I can handle the repugnant smell and deal with the abhorrent facial sores. But if that guy next to me on the bus starts to -
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I lay there, wondering if I'd broken some FoldingStory law. Would there be repercussions to my unconventional start? I was still awake when I heard a knock on my door. "OPEN UP! -
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the game. "Balls are so re-tarred. And any fan knows that balls get a mud bath and massage beforehand." I wondered why the ball was all up in my face. Suddenly it hit me. -
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washed-up blue whale where it's teeth served as ornaments pinned up around the hovel. Everyday I looked out on the green, rocky terrain and wondered how it got here to begin with.