FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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(No FoldingStory participants were harmed in the making of this Fold. Special thanks to MoralEnd, without whom none of this would have been necessary.) -
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wife. Funny, now that she's drenched in blood, I no longer want her in that sort of passive aggressive way. That's how cubicle marriages are. Fleeting and drab. -
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Beatrice's cunning plan backfired as he started to bring in bags of stinking garbage off the street just in order to take them out again. "OK...you've proved you're a real man! -
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release hectic rain and thunder if he did not do something. Something was wrong-everything in his body tingled weirdly. It was just another dream; he had them all the time. -
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once de Leon Blvd., Miami, FL. [Sharp intake of breath] "That's my old address! What a coincidence, Mr., uh, Bates, is it? [Silence] "Mr. Bates? Was it a showerknife you needed?"