FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10Dear Diary: Dad's dead, & all I got was his ring. Duncan's dead too - oh, and Gurney too. Mom and I are being chased by giant worms. My eyes are turning blue (cool) but I keep
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11But I was ready. When the priest asked for any objections to the union, I stood. "Friends, I am wearing this hazmat suit as a symbol of the toxicity of this so-called marriage.
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12let her open a Facebook account. I could see mom tending Farmville on the internet while I was sizing coffins. She had 200 friends but I was the only one at her funeral.
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10es of sweat and tears. "What do you mean 'no caffeine'?" A mob of irate customers torched the cafe. Herbal scented smoke and fire enveloped it, leaving behind singed tea bags.
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10No probs. My questions as statements are: 1. You are doing this. 2. I am doing this. 3. Show me the way to San Jose. What this says about my folding brain is that I could with spic