FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10Wilfred Brimley scowled at the children at the table. "Eat your Goddam oatmeal!" he spat, spraying bits of Jimmie Dean sausage & scrambled egg across the table into their terrified
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10I had a lot to think about. I shouldn't have left Cheyenne, I decided, pushing the shells around thoughtfully. I realized I had subconsciously spelled out a message in the sand:
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11I entered my apartment and smelled sulfur. Satan had been here, and I was willing to bet he was taking Cheryl out right now. I knew I never should have trusted Satan around my girl
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10... oh dear, too late. He took that off! Needless to say, the sordid details of what followed is too raw for innocent eyes. But when it was all over, I posted it all on facebook,
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10up some weenies?" I winked at the mayor but he had been taken in by the governor's dazzling charm. "I want to be Engineer Lotus Scrotum!" he said. At that point, I realized we were