FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Herman was intoxicated by the lavender smell. He slammed his mandible against it. Wild, purple blotches streaked across his mind. Babbity Bumble Herman the giant bee said, "Josiah -
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Luckily the black hole picked it up for me. Its selective, benevolent gravity was a real plus for our town. Rabid strays: No more. Trash collection: Easy. But where did it all go? -
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It was like some sort of sadistic ritual to bring the dead fishies back to life! Elliott grew pale. What kind of sick person would do such a thing? That poor librarian, Mrs. Fitz, -
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the game. "Balls are so re-tarred. And any fan knows that balls get a mud bath and massage beforehand." I wondered why the ball was all up in my face. Suddenly it hit me. -
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I counted the items in the small plastic bag again. "Nope. I have two bolts when I only need one bolt and I'm missing a small screw", I scanned the hieroglyphs in the instructions