FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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know why Dr. Goodfeel sold me the same exact kit last month as a pregnancy test, but I trust his homeopathic expertise enough to fork over the $500 each time without whining. Also, -
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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 paused before turning around trying to work out if this was going to put me back in prison? When I looked back I saw her running out the other door. She had dropped the spoiled -
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Wilfred Brimley scowled at the children at the table. "Eat your Goddam oatmeal!" he spat, spraying bits of Jimmie Dean sausage & scrambled egg across the table into their terrified -
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consecutive sentences seemed to have no contextual correspondence, unless one was able to read between the lines. The absurdist artist Whiteboy Slim had another strategy: he would