FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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The approach of day is heralded with the sonorous voices of the huge gongs being vigorously beaten by the official welcomer of the dawn. -
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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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I did a monstrous number of respectable things for a lot of bad people—or maybe I did a substantial number of terrible things for a lot of good people. I hate people. I love me. -
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That was because underneath her wimple, Sister Ornelia was actually a homicidal kangaroo who had been scheduled to be "put down" at the circus, but had escaped and gone on a -
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jarring at first but then it becomes oddly refreshing. What's more refreshing is that dead people don't feel the need to talk all the time. Not that I don't sometimes imagine them