FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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, and Mollie a year later from inhaling stray cotton fibers (she refused to die of such an obscure malady before Jonas's passing). Alas, as I trudged through life, I could only -
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At first, seeing spots & lights dancing before her eyes, Wendy thought another migraine was coming on. Then a flutter of tiny wings & a sharp stab in her forehead. Tinkerbell struc -
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The first stop along the way of our 1600-mile horror-themed log flume ride is Camp Crystal Lake. If you wander alone into the surrounding woods and see a masked man, run. -
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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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and by chance slammed my chin down until it lodged at the base of the chilly, foul-smelling porcelain urinal. I lost the Platinum Paperclip of Good Fortune, and my boss had to pee.