FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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from the discarded balance sheets of the failed banks. The dawn gongs of the financial apocalypse rang without remorse, like sonic battering rams, and the Emanator chortled as -
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ld you give Dame Whitty a soup facial when we are clearly waiting for our first course?" I shouted at the waiter, who was fairly dancing with apologies. He ran back to the kitchen -
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Beatrice's cunning plan backfired as he started to bring in bags of stinking garbage off the street just in order to take them out again. "OK...you've proved you're a real man! -
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I didn't hear her answer. I had touched her bare shoulder! 3 times! Tap tap tap. My fingertip tingled. Debbie was saying something about dancing but it didn't register. I reached -
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One might think that pushing a boulder uphill for eternity would render a certain resignation to the pushing individual after a few millennium. One would be wrong. Sisyphus was alw