FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11evil sorcerers. Me and my buddy Jimbo was gonna teach 'em, but one of the kids escaped, we got busted and then sent to prison where I now write you this letter. Mr. President,
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10from the discarded balance sheets of the failed banks. The dawn gongs of the financial apocalypse rang without remorse, like sonic battering rams, and the Emanator chortled as
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11and hoisted him into the air by rope and pulley. Dangling high above, Frankîe thought that the diners all looked like ants. And then he realised: they WERE all ants! No wonder he'd
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10I didn't hear her answer. I had touched her bare shoulder! 3 times! Tap tap tap. My fingertip tingled. Debbie was saying something about dancing but it didn't register. I reached
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10. Sister Emma & I sat side-by-side in the Nevermore cafe, chatting about whether consuming caffeine could be considered a venial sin, when I felt her foot slide up my pant leg.