FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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The demonolgist's day job was painting lines in parking lots. This went well until the winter solstice -
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"Why yes, I suppose you are right," he replied, suddenly feeling sheepish about serving her the next course, which was tripe. She was a picky eater, but he was in love. -
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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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were more concerned about fining her for the undeclared apple she had in her carry-on. She could hear in the distance the orphans crying that they were being kidnapped, but nobody -
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Such adulation for Andy's alliteration was alien. Attendees aimed Androids at his aura for optimal snaps. He continued, "Hemorrhage, Hemophilia, Hem, Hippopotamus, Hound, Hilario