FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10." When she arrived, everyone at the saugage fa was in full swing, awaiting the arrival of their great swami, fa baker. "All hail the holy fa!" they chanted, windmilling their arms
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12matriculating up the aevinista. Fagan was genuinely beangrafting now, his eyes winkly with fear. The mob shouted "Woolreacher! The cherlust must be brought to chustice!" Fagan spun
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10eluded her. She just didn't have an ear for rhyming words. Whaaat?! You say poetry doesn't have to rhyme? Yeah, well tell that to Dr. Suess, the greatest poet that ever lived.
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11is a category that is more than sad, but also just "Under Happy." In that category will be all the folds with sci-fi themes, self-reflexive folds and all spam baby sagas.
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10He took a cardboard tube and spoke to his belly. "Um.. guys? You can eat what you like but can you like, not kill me?" The tapeworms replied, "Hmm.. We must discuss this at forum."