FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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18but the shag carpet piles look thirty feet tall. I started to run and ran smack dab into a red pistachio nutshell and was knocked unconscious. When I awoke, I was staring up at
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10The crouched, shivering figure of a girl sat upon her bed. Tears rolled down her face as more chocked sobs escaped her throat. She was crying because
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13and fired wildly and without restraint. The neurons had slept too long, and this fold was just in the wrong place at the right time. Peter's ennui was blasted from the page
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18know why Dr. Goodfeel sold me the same exact kit last month as a pregnancy test, but I trust his homeopathic expertise enough to fork over the $500 each time without whining. Also,
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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?