FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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But when the pain subsided, Turgo admired the mark made across his face. A scar in the shape of a running horse was on his cheek and the letter W appeared upon his forehead. -
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"Bismellah! NO! We will not give you bread!" "Give me bread!" "Bismellah! We will not give you bread!" "Give me bread" Will not give you bread! "Give me bread-ohh-ohh-ohh" "No no -
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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 -
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If ever there was a time to use his cell phone, this was it. But he had left his charger at home and the phone was dead. He squinted down the road and could just make out -
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Do not continue this FoldingStory. By it's completion, it will leave you in a cold sweat, awake until the early hours, staring into the darkness. This thread ends here. Goodnight.