FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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as it took a sip of wine chased with cyanide. "The ocean…" It choked on the phrase left unsaid, its tiny fins grabbing the gun for a final shooting spree. Silver bullets pierced my -
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ketchup with our friend, Bob Evans, who (contrary to popular belief) did not live down on the farm. He lived with us in our Weinermobile. So Frank, Bob, & I drove off together, -
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stood there for a moment before Sarah Jane threw cold water on it, melting it back into the hole from whence it came. He blushed, complained that it was cold and the covered the -
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Stepping into his apartment, Steve noticed for the first time that there was a grey squirrel sitting on his sofa, right where he swore the night before he had left his prized -
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"I kin see right through yer ruse," sneered one potential buyer, "I've got a whole shed fulla turds spray painted gold. They don't take a shine, so don't git all hoity-toity