FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10Resolved, I set out alone, hitching my way to San Jose with nothing but the clothes on my back & my Michael Kors purse. By the time I got to Wichita, I thought maybe I was wrong
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13door. It creaked open & a wizened, beak nose face appeared. "A pox on ye! Scurvy and rickets to boot! And may the bottle take your father!" The door slowly closed on the carolers.
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10The Masked Man of Camp Crystal Lake died years ago while trying to finish the annual 10K. He never made it though. Now, every year, he haunts the woods, racing unsuspecting campers
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12He wondered if a hit of acid would silence that faint voice. He ate the sugar cube. His fold went all oogly-woogly and the faint voice became a shrieking raptor. It said, "Write
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10a bowl of porridge & off her rocker to boot. Bert fired up the bong & blew smoke rings in Goldy's face while Ernie baked some hash cookies. When Mr. McFeely came to make a speedy