FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10I was tired of being so clever and self-involved, but the baroque tapestry of my superior mind had already been woven. I avoided commoners for their sake; even a simple "hello"
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10the game was over, we put our balls away and exchanged false phone numbers. That was the last I saw of my hermaphrodite lover, until seven years later, in Paris. S/he was at a cafe
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14I was only here for corn chips, but here I was, frozen in the aisle, because a (devastatingly handsome) staff member had walked into the same aisle, freestyle rapping about
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33"Nah, just a new nightie for mother." [Enter boutique owner] "Mr. Bates, this chic nightie just screams "Miami Vice." [Exeunt common and fashion sense] "Does blood wash out of it?"
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10spaper clippings were on the coffee table. Elliott thought this was the craziest crime scene ever. The dead gold fish were hung w/satin ribbons like mobiles all over the library.