FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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and once I secured that, the "what"s and "who"s would not mean a thing. Secluded and removed from my past and any strings attached, I'd exist in bliss -- incredulous, arrogant bli -
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"Well, it seems I have 42..." (sound of a grunt & a moan) "no, make that 43 forks stuck in my ass. Please send an ambulance out immediately! I'm --" The 911 call ended there. -
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eluded her. She just didn't have an ear for rhyming words. Whaaat?! You say poetry doesn't have to rhyme? Yeah, well tell that to Dr. Suess, the greatest poet that ever lived.
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were more concerned about fining her for the undeclared apple she had in her carry-on. She could hear in the distance the orphans crying that they were being kidnapped, but nobody -
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ays ready to push it up the hill again, because each time the boulder rolled down, small chunks chipped off it and the task became easier. At the bottom Sisyphus greeted Prometheus