FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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as it took a sip of wine chased with cyanide. "The ocean…" It choked on the phrase left unsaid, its tiny fins grabbing the gun for a final shooting spree. Silver bullets pierced my -
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to find a princess whose cheesy kiss could restore me. My fold was sent to the ICU where its bloatedness from too many puns and irritable vowel syndrome was treated. The bill -
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-d into the motel across the street from the tree so he could keep an eye on it for replies. Finally, after three years, an old hippie broad tore the faded paper down and threw it -
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dered quariously, chowning three deedle-dees in the piehole. The mob peeted Fagan over & over, until he grumlopped into the sadd. Hoomla! Then, just before Fagan dumpled, a zenitar -
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pursed my lips, crossed my arms, looked up at the ceiling & sort of lollygagged away from this entire filthy situation. My boss noticed something wrong. "What's wrong? Why are you