FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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from the discarded balance sheets of the failed banks. The dawn gongs of the financial apocalypse rang without remorse, like sonic battering rams, and the Emanator chortled as -
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"I'm worried, Tad," I said, touching the tiny stain. "If reincarnation is true, this potato bug could well return as something else & seek revenge." Tad nodded. A large shadow -
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looked very uncomfortable as he stood jingling the change in his pocket but repeated, "I'm sorry the coupon was for last month's special. Now I could be persuaded...," he coyingly -
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Hey diddle diddle. He's cracked in the middle.Tong Gao is stumped ornery and blue. -
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message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me