FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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My car sputtered & died. The nearest garage was 5 miles away. Swimming out of the fog came a legion of wraith-women--the infamous Vicksburg Spinsters, intent on marrying me! -
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looked very uncomfortable as he stood jingling the change in his pocket but repeated, "I'm sorry the coupon was for last month's special. Now I could be persuaded...," he coyingly -
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unaware that Frank had deaf Mr. Potato Head ears. He nodded politely with his bobblehead neck as he propped up his rabbit's foot, basking in the silence. He was a lucky man/thing. -
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However, it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing. But this was the post-Tom Green era, when the aesthetes became as dead as the language that spawned their name, & with them, merit. -
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"Dead or alive?" "Paper or plastic?" "Are you living in that sedan or just going on a really long trip?" "As a frequent folder, are you keen on happy endings?"