FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
-
10
The bag of chili tomato noodles, belonging to Her Majesty. The bolt of cloth was a lovely floral pattern, and immediately the minions took some for their relatively miniscule homes -
10
I will eat Cornish hens instead,my cats sitting next to me at the dinner table. They don't need forks and knives. Less cleanup on my part.
-
11
pined for charity and grace and the ghosts of trains past, the humble humor of Red Skelton, and a life of uncertain but broad horizons. But for now, cubicles would trump cardboard -
12
had turned into an unnaturally straight tunnel of doom, but my mind was now scrambled and I doubted my every step. The many-forked Minotaur backed away mockingly. My salad fork
-
19
With stereo speakers booming, it slowed to a crawl and began to follow him. As his pace slowed so did the truck. He tried running and the truck sped up just enough to stay with