FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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-d into the motel across the street from the tree so he could keep an eye on it for replies. Finally, after three years, an old hippie broad tore the faded paper down and threw it -
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A man will only marry out of love or necessity. Anything love demands is a necessity. These were my thoughts as I drove through the morning fog into Vicksburg. Love or necessity. -
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iss. But first I would need to assemble a team capable of pulling off the heist. I knew that Babbica would join me, and with some coercion Jobey and Platt would come along as well. -
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It sat at the door and its big flabby form obstructed all who wished to enter. "Urghh ummff. Something seems to be blocking the door. Let's try around back." said Mort