FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
-
11
I 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 -
11
I took a hearty swig of courage, belched softly, and headed on deck. "Avast ye landlubbers! Make haste to the Cape of No Hope!" They grumbled & complied. I glanced down at the map -
10
Shuffling my notecards, I could tell this date was bombing quickly. I decided to use the last boomerang left in my arsenal. "Would you be opposed to naming our first kid Vladimir?" -
10
Resolved, I set out alone, hitching my way to San Jose with nothing but the clothes on my back & my Michael Kors purse. By the time I got to Wichita, I thought maybe I was wrong -
11
trying to figure out how after all that work on her perm, she just ignored her nasty-ass nails. 'Why not get a manicure too, Ronna?' I wondered as the shouts of guards rounded the