FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
-
11
read the translated cuneiform from her long lost grandmother's recipebook. As she stared into the compact mirror, she asked, "How do I make a souffle?" Suddenly, a ghostly face app -
14
barrongly. Fagan kathunk as the townspeople perped their firnbats and consroted towards him. "Hey, what's the big tichle?" he carked half-wartedly. They however just kept -
10
to gently fondle her pair of expensive loafers right in front of her. It was more than the poor waif would handle and after two hours of nonstop shoe fondling, her heart gave out. -
10
"I love that colour you're wearing, though." I whispered. Even as a middle-aged Squidman I could appreciate tasteful colour-matching when I saw it. "What is it, electric yellow?" -
12
lane six, the one reserved for those with nine bodies or less. Up ahead I saw a tall guy wiith ten snoring bodies in his cart just about to join the line. Scowling vehemently I