FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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12George continued, "Who suffered a case of glaucoma. So he went to the doc, and...and..." George stopped, stumped in the Limerick Battle. The crowd booed. George suddenly smiled
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10The 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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10"Dead or alive?" "Paper or plastic?" "Are you living in that sedan or just going on a really long trip?" "As a frequent folder, are you keen on happy endings?"
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11Their cloying attentions refined me in a lapidary way until at last I said, "Yes, but we must all be intermarried." But at their rickety wooden mansion, the garden boy
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11I hated my twin brother because he reminded me of myself. I hated myself. So then, I also hated him. Which meant that I also hated myself. It was a vicious cycle.