FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12ive with a decidedly aquamarine air waddled up to the foot of the bed. "Just as I suspected. You've been folding in your P.J.s haven't you?" "Why no Mr. Manatee sir", I stammered
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11Less luck than his swanky brother, Pster, and remainied unemployed forlornly roaming the streets with his metal detector in hand. Suddenly, an otherworldly ping alerted Peter
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10It made him feel purdy. He spackled on flesh-colored foundation to cover the scars and stitch marks. Now what to do about the blue tongue and nails?
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10I looked down. -ETA?-. I typed -Can't text. Driving.- I looked up just before impacting an oak tree at 65 mph. I had neither a seatbelt nor a windshield but a large gust of wind
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15cade, ducking my head as the paparazzi chased me relentlessly. Since when did ugly become the new "sexy"? I spotted an open manhole in the street & jumped in. They wouldn't follow