FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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13Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the castle not a creature was stirring, not even the shackled; the skeletons wre hung, by the chimney with care, in the hopes that
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10what a son of a peach she is, you're plum tuckered out before raisin any good points. Orange you? Of course you are. So kum, quat does it really matter in the end?
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12Dentene, god of fresh breath..." his voice trailed off as the sedatives kicked in. He mused. What if he really was washed up? Already? Maybe he should reconsider prostitution.
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15"I want to bedazzle my horn to camoflage it from poachers," whispered rhino Jenny. I under took the arduous journey to the Swarovski Kristallwelten in old Osterreich with forebodi
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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