FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.

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  But then, what was the purpose of my life? If I was simply a machine, controlled by someone with the remote, whence came my sense of autonomy? I puzzled over this question while

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  Jesrin

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  2017-03-28 09:34:07

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  ography, who declared, "With all those mewling mammelings, by government order I must monitor your mammaries." I lifed my shirt as the Minister of Mammography counted my nipples.

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  jefforama

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  2013-11-09 11:45:39

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  my larynx was impaled by a pitchfork, so it came out, "Ngggghh, ngggsshh!" Of course, they couldn't stop me. Gory gobs of blood-n-stuff dribbled down my shirt. The hillbillies

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  PurpleProf

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  2014-08-26 18:51:55

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  So it didn't really matter if I did terrible things or respectable things or who I did it for. What mattered was that my bank account got big enough for me to move to my dream home

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  eternity

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  2019-07-27 21:05:57

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  She would often talk to and cry on the shoulders of her cardboard friends, and she would tell them how her papier mache boyfriend didn't show any emotional response

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  DanMars

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  2011-09-01 04:58:05