FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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that glare of despondency. "You know I karaoke when I'm brushing." Bitter, he kicked over the tree, left his missus and walked into the frigid air. Santa knew... he always knew. -
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My Mother loves me, yes she does/With Evil, Despair, and Hate, because/She was there with me before I was/A little tiny speck of Fuzz/ -
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I believed her. It didn't calm my qualms. Although not related to me, I called Regina & Delores Mudd. They were the bass player for the periwinkle ramona. "I'm a Mudd. What does it -
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When the lanterns were on their way heavenward I flagged down a passing dragonfly. I asked him to please carry my rememberances to my ancestors in the spirit world -
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nuns from around the world "liking" his assets, much to his chagrin. Why, he couldn't even step foot in a church without a nun approaching him for his autograph. Twas a bad habit.