FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12I cannot speak, for I am a carrot! Scene 6: [A hillside begins moving on its own] CLARA: The hills are alive! [hill chases CLARA] And they're out to get me!
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10But his false French accent could not hide the simple fact, that no matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how feverishly he polished, it was still just a bumpy turd.
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11to my existential crisis. I peered into his beady eyes and saw the void staring back. Oh, cruel squirrel, harbinger of death tell me no more! He held the acorn in a miser's grip.
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12"Hey Bungalow Bill what did you kill. Bungalow Bill." chirped Squawkers. "It's gonna be a parakeet if you don't shut up" I yelled. I hated Beatles songs, but he just segued into
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10wishing there was some water with all this sand. (I miss surfing.) Some dude called me Muad'Dib or something. Man its hot, diary. Giant worms approaching. This bites. Gotta go.