FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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shoulders, followed by a cacophonous din as the cans rolled across the floor banging into the shelves across the aisle. I mumbled and apology then pushed my cart past his -
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The light was orange, he reached for the door hinge. He leapt with a poor twinge. His hair was now more fringed. He made it out except for a singe. The Endge -
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asked me if he could help me to my car with my groceries. "No tips allowed," he winked sexily & wheeled my cart outside as I followed. "Which way to your car?" he asked, his voice -
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I knew this might be my only chance to be truly self-serving. I prepared a nice salad as my clone thawed in the starship's galley. Never much of a cannibal, but I did wonder -
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One might think that pushing a boulder uphill for eternity would render a certain resignation to the pushing individual after a few millennium. One would be wrong. Sisyphus was alw