FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11ed his crotch and did a little Michael Jackson move as he headed out to collect the cow eggs. At least he thought they were cow eggs. They made lousy omelets, but were plentiful.
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10waggled his eyebrows at me. I'd never noticed them before, so it caught me off guard. "It's way past your bedtime," Det. Manatee told me. He shut down the computer and
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10to my death. The coroner ruled it as a Yuletide suicide, but he was wrong. I had just had too much spirit of the season. At least I wouldn't have to send any more cards or go to
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11, well, frankly-speaking, a hot dog. Before he came along, I was nothing but a German cabbage fermenting in a vat of lactic acid bacteria. No one really liked me, but Frank made me
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10"Oh Tommy..." gasped Tesla, "You always did like to be... direct". Another moment of silence followed, this one more awkward than the last, before Edison took the upper hand by