FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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alive? I picked up the acorn & rolled it between my bloody fingers. It seems I was and this...this little nut must be the reason why, I reasoned. My lucky acorn, it saved my life! -
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Off I went on a snape hunt, never again to see my Dad, the most revered woolreaching Bandersnatchbagger south, east or west of Boojum Bay. I cocked my Basoonwangler & strumped int -
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2 was to blame, with their incessant electric rhythm guitar thing and then the nail polish fumes made her feel floaty, she got the paint all over her wedding dress. But what if she -
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l thief! I picked the crimson facet off the oven's basting pan. Was it the stolen Carmen Lúcia? I held it to the light to examined it with my loupe & whistled. Then Aunt Gracy ente
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pined for charity and grace and the ghosts of trains past, the humble humor of Red Skelton, and a life of uncertain but broad horizons. But for now, cubicles would trump cardboard