FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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would be freed from the sentient tapeworms populating his small intestines. He was conflicted. -
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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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I entered my apartment and smelled sulfur. Satan had been here, and I was willing to bet he was taking Cheryl out right now. I knew I never should have trusted Satan around my girl -
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"Move to the photo station," the clerk instructed. Her bitterness was clear through the top of her bifocals. I began to shake; my last photographs had been abominations, accenting -
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quest for self discovery. After some deep soul searching, she knew what she had to do. "I wish to take my vows!" she had told the convent's prioress, the one she saved for last...