FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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her. Not just any man. It was her father. He was waiting for me. He held a shotgun. "Get ready, boy..." He pointed the gun at me while she adjusted her veil. "Uh, sir..." I stammer -
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Henry, Emma, Liam, Larry, Olivia, Lola, Isabel, Mary, Will & Hillary showed up promptly sitting in the boardroom chairs waiting attentively. "Where the hell's Terry?" I bellowed -
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She would often talk to and cry on the shoulders of her cardboard friends, and she would tell them how her papier mache boyfriend didn't show any emotional response -
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she became enamored with "The Butter Battle Book", and she added two pieces of toast to her daily meal, with one piece always buttered differently than the other. I just worried -
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wife. Funny, now that she's drenched in blood, I no longer want her in that sort of passive aggressive way. That's how cubicle marriages are. Fleeting and drab.