FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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as big as a Clufwaang soared over him, accompanied by the sound of a thousand grieving angels. Fagan knew that this meant it was time, time for it all to end. What hope was left? -
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Resolved, I set out alone, hitching my way to San Jose with nothing but the clothes on my back & my Michael Kors purse. By the time I got to Wichita, I thought maybe I was wrong -
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feet that were stained on the bottom with the toil of her grape stomping ancestors. Their laughter made them feel young and Shall kissed him on the ear and whispered that -
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"To one half-cup whiskey add three drams elderberry tincture. Stir widdershins by the light of a harvest moon. Pour over glacial snow in a cup carved by no man's hand." -
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Awakening to the noise of water dripping from the leaking stone ceiling, I observed my present environment. The throbbing pain of a bruise upon my temple disoriented my judgement,