FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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"Oh good grief, this again!" thought the Emanator discreetly and with delight, as the Emanator and many sub-emanations enjoyed that dawn and those gongs, and children folded cranes -
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, or do I really mean putrefaction? Oh, I am so caught up in it I can't remember what I mean. Okay, so the lead character is in love with a cloud that is lit by the sun's dying ray -
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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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unaware that Frank had deaf Mr. Potato Head ears. He nodded politely with his bobblehead neck as he propped up his rabbit's foot, basking in the silence. He was a lucky man/thing. -
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afflicted with the unmentionable problem neither of them mentioned. Mr Butterworth massaged the flour into the massive turkey while she stuffed the turkey even more. The oven raged