FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I didn't enjoy sharing my bunk with you last night. Being my cell mate doesn't automatically entitle you to a foot massage, you're going to have to work for that privilege. xoxo. -
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The bag of chili tomato noodles, belonging to Her Majesty. The bolt of cloth was a lovely floral pattern, and immediately the minions took some for their relatively miniscule homes -
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tofurkey and bean casserole, they looked at each other, then clashed their mugs in a hearty cheer. The Ale of Valhalla's Dead sprinkled the lands of the living, except those who -
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really boring. It involved card stock. Embossings. Maybe a little gold leaf to really whip up the zanies. The collection could put a meth head to sleep, that's how boring it was. -
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started moving like a biological radar. Like she was scanning me. Then, the Ant Queen started to speak. "Human, do you come here in peace?" Or - like your ancestors did many years