FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Whoa. Slow down, wouldja? I can't understand a thing you are saying. Why are you always talk so fast? Why are you always russian? -
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I watched as the bus drove away, not quite understanding why I didn't feel any pain. The wind blew a balloon from a child's hand as it passed, and a dog ran into the street -
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-rewolves like to eat on Meatless Fridays. I will gaze into your bloodshot eyes and you can nibble on my tufted ears, being careful not to puncture them with your fangs. Together -
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message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me -
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never felt before. They were just so, innocent. He shook his head and turned away. The darkness enveloped the world.