FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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door. It creaked open & a wizened, beak nose face appeared. "A pox on ye! Scurvy and rickets to boot! And may the bottle take your father!" The door slowly closed on the carolers. -
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STOP CHANGING YOUR PROFILE PICTURES! ITS MAKING ME CONFUSED ABOUT YOUR IDENTITY OF WHAT YOU SEE YOURSELF IN EXPRESSION AND MIND. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) just kidding. Im a pink power ranger. -
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(No FoldingStory participants were harmed in the making of this Fold. Special thanks to MoralEnd, without whom none of this would have been necessary.) -
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and by chance slammed my chin down until it lodged at the base of the chilly, foul-smelling porcelain urinal. I lost the Platinum Paperclip of Good Fortune, and my boss had to pee. -
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It sat at the door and its big flabby form obstructed all who wished to enter. "Urghh ummff. Something seems to be blocking the door. Let's try around back." said Mort