FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11But he rode that bus to work and back. He ignored the stops and just kept riding, no matter how many others boarded. One day that bus ran out of fuel, so he found himself a new bus
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11manchus blowing in the breeze. Steve envied Sharon's red-golden fu, the way the light caught it and seemed to dance within it. His own dark black fu was now shot with grey, and
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11and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad?
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12Call me Fishmael.
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10the wrong spot. His hand caught fire, he screamed for help. Barton became a labradoodle so the firemen said, "You need to leave." The rifle became a monarch butterfly, wherefore