FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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of the world covered. He looked as his competitors, smirked, and suddenly slammed a sack of potatoes onto the table, sending the pieces everywhere. "RISK is for bitches!" he said, -
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and resembled wings. The feathers were leathery though, more reptilian than birdlike. Ariel wrapped his arms about me, whirled us around, and stirred up dust. I inhaled and saw -
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Damned fool, doesn't he know that being sloshily and sloppily drunk is the very essence of cartography? Damned fool! Cretan! Why the greatest explorers were drunks, how else -
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totalitarian technocrats, eleven edible echidnas, twelve truckers trucking! Wait... was that how it's supposed to go? -
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BlastedHeath began to write nearly identical folds day after day. The FS medics sprang into action. They strapped him down on a large table just before he started to froth and conv