FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11got in line and after 4 hours I finally noticed that as everybody entered they took a number from a little contraption near the door. I had not done so and started to worry that I
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13totalitarian technocrats, eleven edible echidnas, twelve truckers trucking! Wait... was that how it's supposed to go?
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10the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again.
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11manchus blowing in the breeze. Steve envied Sharon's red-golden fu, the way the light caught it and seemed to dance within it. His own dark black fu was now shot with grey, and
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10and by chance slammed my chin down until it lodged at the base of the chilly, foul-smelling porcelain urinal. I lost the Platinum Paperclip of Good Fortune, and my boss had to pee.