FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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long, quivering whiskers peered out with beady black eyes and squeaked, "Welcome to Ollivander's Wand Shop, eek!" Wandering around, the customer picked up a rosewood wand with -
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at Carl in bewilderment, not knowing how to judge a toe’s predicament from wanting independence from a foot. But seeing as Carl was on the wrong foot anyway, the judge decided to -
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day dreamed about leaving this thankess position and soaring over the mountain. He imagined saying goodbye to the door so long to the coat rack. He woke to the sound of the bell. -
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I was tired of being so clever and self-involved, but the baroque tapestry of my superior mind had already been woven. I avoided commoners for their sake; even a simple "hello" -
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The air of desperation was palpable. Within seconds I was surrounded by the undead denizens of the morgue and within minutes my datebook was filled with engagements until next May.