FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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her. Not just any man. It was her father. He was waiting for me. He held a shotgun. "Get ready, boy..." He pointed the gun at me while she adjusted her veil. "Uh, sir..." I stammer -
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Not sure when my Kool-Aid problem got out of hand. Perhaps when I drank 30L without spilling on my white shirt. Whatever the case, I needed distraction from my 3 nasty wives. -
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Horticulture, Heresy, Hand Soap." The man paused, then said, "Thank you." The audience applauded and cheered uproariously as he made his way off the stage. -
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by the spinning gold & the chanting words of SuperBuddy. "May the robbers present here regret their actions & alter their evils ways. May they instead find good jobs & peace beyond
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understand why you continue to cling to your mother." "I don't cling to my mother." he said testily. "Not literally," his wife replied. "But figuratively, you do. Sigmund explained