FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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worn by generations of wandering folk. He picked up the rose, and its withered golden petals flew and scintillated on the dusk's wind, like the souls of all his roaming ancestors. -
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a nor'wester blowin a rum looking packet my way. It had a superstructure enclosing the decks, apparently as defense against Giant Middle Aged Squid Men like me. I ripped the flimsy -
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let her open a Facebook account. I could see mom tending Farmville on the internet while I was sizing coffins. She had 200 friends but I was the only one at her funeral. -
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he'd left the world of twisted metal and broken bodies behind when he'd renounced underground exoskeleton fighting. But here he was, working sanitation in the early morning, stari -
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shook Pooh's shoulders roughly. "We can never go back. You know what happened to Tigger." Both shivered at the thought. "Here put these on." Chris Robin threw him a pair of pants