FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Call me Fishmael. -
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Was she worthy of tasting the noodles, however? There they lay, so perfectly in the china bowl, glistening with butter. She bent her head to fathom the aroma. All of the sudden, -
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good dared walk the streets when the sun was out. Night time it was even more deserted. The Supreme Court building became the last redoubt still claiming to be the United States of -
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on his pants felt real snug. Captain Kirk was chicken. He'd been feathering his nest by skimming the Enterprise's coffee budget. Poultree henpecked Kirk until he finally cracked
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To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild.