FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10Wait a minute. That's not vanilla icing. Rachel had been at my donuts again; I could tell. "Rachel, I found your cold cream!" I yelled upstairs. Mrs. Huxtable sauntered into the
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10--nothing! His iHammer pants weren't getting a signal. Maybe the pants had a virus. Hurtling downward, at 15,000 ft. in the air he suddenly thought of how the pants might save him:
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13I leant on a pillar in aisle 6 reading the nutritional information on a Trader Joe's Belgian Chocolate Pudding. Apparently 'No Belgians were harmed in producing this pudding'. But
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13we will rule the night!" "Yes," came the response. "Let us change and forget ourselves. Let us howl at the moon, fly, drink the blood of innocents--" "Wait, what?"
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10The big kids also told me that kidnappers lay in wait in the junior picture book section of the library. My childhood was fraught with imagined peril. Which prepared me for later