FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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at sea in his clam shaped paddle pool. Elliot read the fish their last rites and pressed play on his ghetto blaster. Van Halen's "Jump" pumped out of his stereo and a tear ran down -
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eluded her. She just didn't have an ear for rhyming words. Whaaat?! You say poetry doesn't have to rhyme? Yeah, well tell that to Dr. Suess, the greatest poet that ever lived. -
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justice, but nobody listened, or so he thought. But then the man with the orange face appeared and told the mob to disperse. "Balloon Animals Matter!" cried the man. -
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The demonolgist's day job was painting lines in parking lots. This went well until the winter solstice -
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The cat's disappearance was an improvement, in some respects, tho t'was odd sharing quarters with a black hole; I missed the remote immediately, and my wife not long after that.