FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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door. It creaked open & a wizened, beak nose face appeared. "A pox on ye! Scurvy and rickets to boot! And may the bottle take your father!" The door slowly closed on the carolers. -
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headed for the river it was a solemn day for both of us. I could see she was torn between kindly reluctance and expectant exuberance. Jenny turned and said in her new rhino voice, -
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It was romantic as hell. We started with appetizers and finished with a duel. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Neither was I. -
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wrinkly. Steve ran his fingers through Sharon's fu and gripped tight. His fu was revolving. Then... clattering. A door - SLAM. Their manchus had run away TOGETHER TO NEPAL -
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a word from our sponsor." [Voiceover]: "Tired of your mother ruling your life? Whispering criticisms in your ear? Demanding EVERYTHING from you?"[Eyebrows lifting] "Try Bates' new