FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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I will eat Cornish hens instead,my cats sitting next to me at the dinner table. They don't need forks and knives. Less cleanup on my part. -
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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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It sat at the door and its big flabby form obstructed all who wished to enter. "Urghh ummff. Something seems to be blocking the door. Let's try around back." said Mort -
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Before darkness fell, James looked back at the devastated sunflower field one last time. He'd destroyed whole species before, too, but the sunflowers made him feel something he had -
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"This is exactly what I wanted! Thanks Santa!" I put on the luxuriously soft underpants, sighing contentedly. Maybe this Christmas wouldn't suck after all.