FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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But when the pain subsided, Turgo admired the mark made across his face. A scar in the shape of a running horse was on his cheek and the letter W appeared upon his forehead. -
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Tired of endless people purposefully wiping smears of dirt and grime on him. Never moving, never seeing the world as his Uncle Stan, the flying carpet, always described it. The rug -
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I hated my twin brother because he reminded me of myself. I hated myself. So then, I also hated him. Which meant that I also hated myself. It was a vicious cycle. -
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es of sweat and tears. "What do you mean 'no caffeine'?" A mob of irate customers torched the cafe. Herbal scented smoke and fire enveloped it, leaving behind singed tea bags. -
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Came sailing over her head. “Batter up!” Uncle Wilfred shouted as he prepared to send another Jane’s way. “This was going to be a long, long, visit” she thought “If only I had my