FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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"This is the second-worst day of my life," I moaned, my voice echoing slightly against the cold, tile walls as above me, my boss relieved himself into the urinal. Just then, I saw -
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would be freed from the sentient tapeworms populating his small intestines. He was conflicted. -
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Lou Bergs had traveled all the way through time to mow my lawn. He swore that my single mom's grilled chicken breast was worth the trouble, though I suspected darker motives. Penet -
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and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad? -
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"Nah, just a new nightie for mother." [Enter boutique owner] "Mr. Bates, this chic nightie just screams "Miami Vice." [Exeunt common and fashion sense] "Does blood wash out of it?"