FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Istanbul Night 2: A wicked flea infestation exploded in my beard. Still no luck unloading the rest of these discount electric blankets. I think I'm cursed. Will Night 3 be better? -
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shoulders, followed by a cacophonous din as the cans rolled across the floor banging into the shelves across the aisle. I mumbled and apology then pushed my cart past his -
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time went all slow-mo and Dame May Whitty caught me as I fell. "Never mind about shaken or stirred, dear," she advised before humming a tune into my ear. She vanished as I re -
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I had 8 nipples. This apparently satisfied the Minister of Mammography, who checked me off of his list & hurried off. Now, what to do with all these mewling mammelings... I stuffed -
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must have seen my cry for help. Just one? I close my eyes and lean back against the cool glass, contemplating the ultimate futility of life, love, and social media.