FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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. A young Tibitian looked at the silver tea pot and saw his reflection distorted. The kettle whistled and he hastily prepared oolong for the Dalai Lama. Elsewhere, a man dreamed. -
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Ikea knew. I was surrounded by planks & screws, tears & snot running down my face. Then a glint & embedded in some polystyrene, a huge emerald. I picked it up. It was transmitting -
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trying to figure out how after all that work on her perm, she just ignored her nasty-ass nails. 'Why not get a manicure too, Ronna?' I wondered as the shouts of guards rounded the -
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The shotgun's bullet headed straight for me, but my moth body was so light that it's force blew me out of its way. The man with the shotgun swore as I spun off into the night. -
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Madame Wong, while gathering ingredients for her special soup of the day. "Madame Wu, who is that with you?" She eyed the pale man in the Chinese hat with red chin straps.