FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I had a lot to think about. I shouldn't have left Cheyenne, I decided, pushing the shells around thoughtfully. I realized I had subconsciously spelled out a message in the sand: -
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Pythagoria, glanced back triangulating my stare, and shot back, "Your surface area to square diameter ratio approaches Π. Why should our space time manifolds intersect again? -
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But when Foxi awoke she found none other than Mr. Potatohead lying naked beside her. She was in an oven! "Holy Seamonkeys, I'm the main course!" she gasped. Through the oven window -
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He had successfully digested another clue! Det. Manatee now knew the identity of the killer. It was none other than Horace the Beaver, who -
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The same goes for Dutch ovens. But give me a cast iron skillet, and I'll spoon it for a week. My ex gets really steamed when I do that, and tells me to put a lid on it.