FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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worn by generations of wandering folk. He picked up the rose, and its withered golden petals flew and scintillated on the dusk's wind, like the souls of all his roaming ancestors. -
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. The writers just sat there in silence. Fred timidly spoke up. "OK, how 'bout this? We'll call it 'Sweep Dreams'. A game show. The street sweeper will pick up bums & prostitutes. -
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And now I haunt the souls of men / and walk up and down inside my den. / If only they knew of my true power / for if they did they would surely cower / -
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give you my vote". He thought for a bit - and then started writing. When hitting "fold & pass" he heard a strange noise. It was the sound of the alarm clock. Damn, it was a dream. -
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caramel. So I scrapped that idea or rather, ate the flan. Then I tried to teleport a flan to India. Only so many hungry mouths were there that the particles were eaten before it re