FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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As I set up ant traps around the kitchen, Bob Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind" was playing on the radio. It was then that I misheard the lyrics as "the ants are my friends..." -
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is inversely proportional to imagination; PurpleProf made 16 accounts, one for each Myers-Briggs type, and wrote her own stories. "I surprise me every time," she cackled. Chaz knew -
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Their cloying attentions refined me in a lapidary way until at last I said, "Yes, but we must all be intermarried." But at their rickety wooden mansion, the garden boy -
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in a pan with hot oil, lemongrass, minced garlic & coconut milk. The old hippie broad ate the paper & suddenly *understood*. She realized that she had to answer the message. She -
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stop at 10. But I've got a few years to plan. Maybe wife #11 will be a really cool robot. But wife #12 should be from the temple again to keep them happy. To fulfill the prophecy