FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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like a bat, and splatted against the wall like a gnat. The people upstairs were trying the door. I gathered myself on the stairs for their horror. The stairwell's dim bulb did sput -
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But he rode that bus to work and back. He ignored the stops and just kept riding, no matter how many others boarded. One day that bus ran out of fuel, so he found himself a new bus -
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read the translated cuneiform from her long lost grandmother's recipebook. As she stared into the compact mirror, she asked, "How do I make a souffle?" Suddenly, a ghostly face app -
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"Nah, just a new nightie for mother." [Enter boutique owner] "Mr. Bates, this chic nightie just screams "Miami Vice." [Exeunt common and fashion sense] "Does blood wash out of it?"
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easy shuffling thru the vacant corridors of my soul. It hurts when people are nice. He spent a drunken night complimenting me & asking to hang out. Next day, he blocked me on IM.