FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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looked up from the pool of self obsession and held up the Apple of Knowledge in a gnarled claw. Snow White took the fruit. She hesitated, then bit into its sour flesh. -
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his side dish. We were Frank & Cole. We came out strong, me with my sour disposition and Frank with his meaty kielbasa attitude. Ironically we did kill the CEO, a Mr. Oscar Meier -
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way crossing. I heard a train whistle in the distance. "Are you crazy? That rose was solid gold!" Lucca cursed. He was going to have to retrieve it before it was destroyed. -
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my internet usage. I wear sensors for respiration, heart beat, skin conductance and EEG. The surveillance cam isn't aimed at my monitor. I will risk the job and log onto folding -
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after some tiresome false modesty and further self-mythologization, eventually admits to trying to keep the story going, but not as well as StoryFascist or this next folder, who