FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10The light was orange, he reached for the door hinge. He leapt with a poor twinge. His hair was now more fringed. He made it out except for a singe. The Endge
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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
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13-ng. They had overpriced rhinestones, but it was imperative that rhino Jenny get these baubles in order to hide her nose-horn. The ghost of Liberace offered to pay the difference,
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11duvet cave and nested there. "Oi, behave," I said. "That's the sort of business that led to our mewling brood of mammelings." Just then my mother burst in with the Ministry of Mamm
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11to my existential crisis. I peered into his beady eyes and saw the void staring back. Oh, cruel squirrel, harbinger of death tell me no more! He held the acorn in a miser's grip.