FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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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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11onto an albino midget. He was mad; the ensuing round-house kicked to my jejunum made me vomit. My vomit landed on
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11Jarrod Quatermain examined the tatters fluttering on the ruins. "The old ones still remember. The young ones still hope." No, not good, he thought, and logged it in his timestick.
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14her. Not just any man. It was her father. He was waiting for me. He held a shotgun. "Get ready, boy..." He pointed the gun at me while she adjusted her veil. "Uh, sir..." I stammer
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10"in tally olde the champion washed unkempt passion" it was a chant, sermon, ethos, and call to arms, all at the same time. The nuns fell at Jim's feet their faces rapturous, their