FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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ry. "Sure," the stranger shrugged, walking away as I lay there. My sight was growing dim. My life passed before my eyes. I quickly said the 23rd Psalm. I had but one regret: -
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The Z-liner skimmed over the waves making a B-line for Havanna. After 20 min Mr.Cruke noticed they were deviating from the chartered course. With the suitcase cuffed to his wrist -
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15:22, Dr. Moodle finished demonstrating his Past Grabber, able to selectively project the most critical events of yore. E.g.: Titanic Captain's burp after his last meal, Kennedy's -
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my sallow skin, crooked teeth and shaggy eyebrows. Not to mention my acne, receding hairline and dandruff. I COULD NOT allow myself to be photographed. I leapt over the metal barri -
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the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again.