FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11what I tasted like. Now I could find out without having to chop off and cook one of my appendages. I longingly gazed at my clone with my mouth watering. NO! My clone was for
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12Mall Seats protestors, who were hogging the wooden benches. Madame Stretch Pants shot down a Mall Seater in a Pier 1 bubble chair. "We must reclaim our right to lounge," she cried
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11Luckily the black hole picked it up for me. Its selective, benevolent gravity was a real plus for our town. Rabid strays: No more. Trash collection: Easy. But where did it all go?
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11The demonolgist's day job was painting lines in parking lots. This went well until the winter solstice
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14Right on her you-know-what. "Oh Flat Stanley, I love you, but this relationship will never work." Stan cried. He had finally found his soul mate after all these years but now