FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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release hectic rain and thunder if he did not do something. Something was wrong-everything in his body tingled weirdly. It was just another dream; he had them all the time. -
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Roberta sat in the boardroom, trembling in her designer dress. Had her brilliant deception been uncovered or was the boss about to give her a -
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her new horned rhino body? The last of the lawn was munched to the dirt. Jenny was now too much to bare. I had to let her go. "Go be what you see yourself as. Go be free." As she -
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want-to-be novelist who would always show up at the party, drink all the box wine, and recite passages from the unseen book he was working on. FS is the drug for this schmoe.