FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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His boss played the fiddle and told a good riddle, and to Tong this one seemed new. For the answer he whittled, long hours he piddled, clutching his Coach bag and shoes. -
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To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild. -
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just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. When down in the cellar there arose such a shriek, I sprang from my coffin to snatch a quick peek! Away to the stairwell, I flew -
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recanted his earlier praise for hemp fashion. "I was misinterpreted," he lied; but lies from him were as influential as scripture. GQ soon followed, and my ruin was certain. Today, -
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First I jumped for Joy, and then I fell for her... fell hard. Joy again extended her hand to me and I gratefully pulled myself back up. Joy, to the world, was just another student