FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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dered quariously, chowning three deedle-dees in the piehole. The mob peeted Fagan over & over, until he grumlopped into the sadd. Hoomla! Then, just before Fagan dumpled, a zenitar -
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wined her arms tightly around my neck, grunted & whispered in a raspy voice. "MINE!" Aunt Gracy? A jewel thief? She snatched the sparkling Carmen Lucia from my grasp & shoved me -
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"Tell me," one cried, "can you play the old dusty accordion?" No Rupert said, as he always said. "No, it's not mine. I carry it for old times. And still I must speak in rhymes." A -
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Came sailing over her head. “Batter up!” Uncle Wilfred shouted as he prepared to send another Jane’s way. “This was going to be a long, long, visit” she thought “If only I had my -
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and really jumped off this time. It took a moment for Gene Rayburn to realize what had happened; by that time the poor man had fallen a few hundred feet down through the air below.