FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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and once I secured that, the "what"s and "who"s would not mean a thing. Secluded and removed from my past and any strings attached, I'd exist in bliss -- incredulous, arrogant bli -
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be true. . .WAS he a racist--a misogynistic, red-necked, dumber than a pile of rocks, Nazi-loving, good-for-nothing, Putin's-ass-kissing, homophobe with money? You decide! -
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Maybe my nightmares could became bestselling fiction. Doc had read all the Twilight books and realised if that trash can be so successful, why not try it himself? We thought up a -
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Mrs. Butterworth was displayed in a casket on a pedestal behind velvet rope. As people filed past they received a blast of compressed air aimed at their crotch, making them shriek. -
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(who's unemployed) What's that? As Vagabond looks L, Man steals his rucksack, runs off stage R. VAGABOND: (sobbing) Woe is me! Scene 5: [Large carrot descends from rafters] CARROT: