FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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14the game. "Balls are so re-tarred. And any fan knows that balls get a mud bath and massage beforehand." I wondered why the ball was all up in my face. Suddenly it hit me.
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15message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me
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15Doreene shuffled dern ta yeller brick bowleevard and came up on a scardeecrow right dumber'n a box of hammers. Farther on, tey met a tin man who needed his heart transplanted.
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11her new horned rhino body? The last of the lawn was munched to the dirt. Jenny was now too much to bare. I had to let her go. "Go be what you see yourself as. Go be free." As she
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10Where to hide the explosives was the big question. Ronna and Dick talked all night about how to pull that off. There were cameras everywhere and they were mostly invisible. Bummer!