FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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He glared back. It was a glaring contest. My eyes began watering. I propped my eyelids up with toothpicks. He was unwavering. I saw his nose twitch, though. Ah-ha...any moment now. -
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I can clearly not go down that path. Learning Battish was my only alternative. That was not an alternative I wished to consider further but every way I figured I always wound up th -
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trying to figure out how after all that work on her perm, she just ignored her nasty-ass nails. 'Why not get a manicure too, Ronna?' I wondered as the shouts of guards rounded the -
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Mormon. Derek heard the voices of the Angel Moroni who told them that were platinum plates out in the woods near the -
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came on as a headwind and inexplicably decelerated me to result in only a slight 'bump' into the tree. An acorn gingerly fell onto the hood of my car and rolled down to driver's si