FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Now that he thought about, Rambo used to go into the theater and watch Glitter. That smell of hot butter popcorn and Mariah Carey's windblown hair spoke to Rambo's inner -
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He was right to worry. Anger coursing through his veins, Joe shrieked like a gibbon and oxidised pretty much everyone he knew. Looked like being an oak was a distant dream - perhap -
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sent turd-sniffing police dogs into my back seat to make sure that it really was a turd. One of them ate it by mistake, thus destroying the evidence. At least my cab was clean. -
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a warlock from the old country, possessed of the notion that, even if he answered incorrectly, his consolation prize would consist of preservation in amber for millions of years. -
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ry. "Sure," the stranger shrugged, walking away as I lay there. My sight was growing dim. My life passed before my eyes. I quickly said the 23rd Psalm. I had but one regret: