FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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20But then, what was the purpose of my life? If I was simply a machine, controlled by someone with the remote, whence came my sense of autonomy? I puzzled over this question while
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10Absolutely not! How dare you make such an absurd suggestion. What on Earth makes you think you are worthy of my folds? My folds are the finest folds known to mankind and just so yo
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10The light was orange, he reached for the door hinge. He leapt with a poor twinge. His hair was now more fringed. He made it out except for a singe. The Endge
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13it meant she'd have to turn down the full scholarship Harvard offered her. What to do? What to do? She pondered the dilemma for quite some time before she chose dog beauty school.
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15Madam Wong was a short, stout woman with a dusky complexion, a long face, and bushy eyebrows. Her glasses were always drooping off her nose as she bent over to pick up the menus at