FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad? -
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But Bob was telling me that ants WERE my friends. I kicked away the traps and lay down. The ants swarmed over me and lifted me up. They were taking me to their bloated queen -
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basket for your trash and excrement. This cultural arts performance, although long, is life changing. It centers around a young rug who is tired of being stepped on. -
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door. It creaked open & a wizened, beak nose face appeared. "A pox on ye! Scurvy and rickets to boot! And may the bottle take your father!" The door slowly closed on the carolers. -
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wondered about how much wonder bread his Fat Uncle Andy mopped up instant gravy with. Frankie was food tripping because the ants were taking his picnic.