FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Ed him to remember to take his Xanax and take three deep breaths. Pooh carried the honey pot and found Eyeore. He called Det. Manatee and his sea-cows to do CPR. Tigger watched -
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to set before the gods. I put it on my silver platter and raced up to Valhalla, where Odin and the gang were throwing a party to welcome the newly slain. When they saw my esoteric -
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"God no, don't, you'll kill yourself," my bawling wife implored as she pulled at my robe sleeve. I batted her arms away. "Stand aside, woman! I am going to submit 100 folds today -
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nished with a fleeting modicum of enjoyment before my tentacular acquaintance squeaked the final invocation that would collapse all existence. I mustered my sympathy and said, -
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"Are we necromancers, Magic Orb?" repeated the first as he snatched the orb from the second's hands. "Look, I'm dead tired. Ask again tomorrow," was the orb's reply. The two looked