FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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15"Move to the photo station," the clerk instructed. Her bitterness was clear through the top of her bifocals. I began to shake; my last photographs had been abominations, accenting
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10t and it seemed like a constructive enterprise to wander, off-their-heads, along the coastline laughing and making marks and lines on what they would later call a map. "Not worth f
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10The incarnadine wraiths flashed through the twirling swamp-forest, sobbing as they swept up lost children to be brought home as white-eyed slaves of enfeebled, drifting appetites.
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10was enough to remind me of grandpa. Ah sweet disgusting grandpa. He was the one that taught me that "this" is not "that." But he was gross. He had swollen legs.
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13wingnut shop. Wong's Wingnut Emporium. Madame Wong sighed and returned to reality. She stooped to pick up some trash on the floor. But what's this? A lottery ticket with