FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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a monster turgid stoat that he laid on the table as payment. Nobody moved. Cruella was the first to recover. She said "Ol' Possum! Get that -
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. A young Tibitian looked at the silver tea pot and saw his reflection distorted. The kettle whistled and he hastily prepared oolong for the Dalai Lama. Elsewhere, a man dreamed. -
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. He packed up his clown trunk and moved away from the circus. He would have to find other uses for his CNN voice talent and his Quasimodo back. Fortunately, a part just opened in
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felt sad and abused. "They shall never intermarry," he whispered to the rose bushes. "I will see them all hanged before then. He hid his favorite shovel under his pillow that night -
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Shuffling my notecards, I could tell this date was bombing quickly. I decided to use the last boomerang left in my arsenal. "Would you be opposed to naming our first kid Vladimir?"