FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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the game was over, we put our balls away and exchanged false phone numbers. That was the last I saw of my hermaphrodite lover, until seven years later, in Paris. S/he was at a cafe -
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Wilfred Brimley scowled at the children at the table. "Eat your Goddam oatmeal!" he spat, spraying bits of Jimmie Dean sausage & scrambled egg across the table into their terrified -
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Delerium", "Tremens" and "Trafalgar" simply because she could. Her husband, "Mister Cuddles", had been similarly nominally abused as a child, and together they embraced the absurd
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-lad and Putin had ordered the borscht. Orange blinked a few times and rolled about on his chair as he remembered how he had gotten there. The limo driver had been surly. Could it
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story about a guy's first day working at a quick lube shop at the Mos Eisley spaceport. His train or never comes back from lunch and he then finds out his arm got cut off at