FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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ed his crotch and did a little Michael Jackson move as he headed out to collect the cow eggs. At least he thought they were cow eggs. They made lousy omelets, but were plentiful. -
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I looked down. -ETA?-. I typed -Can't text. Driving.- I looked up just before impacting an oak tree at 65 mph. I had neither a seatbelt nor a windshield but a large gust of wind -
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Give me garlic bread. I like garlic bread. -
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by the stuffy government, inadvertently awakening some long forgotten instinct to groom with naught but saliva and a prehensile tongue. -
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the same rave, who were as much into each other as they were into Spencer. With Paradise within reach, Spencer had to decide whether to sacrifice it for the sake of his lofty motto