FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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10was enough to remind me of grandpa. Ah sweet disgusting grandpa. He was the one that taught me that "this" is not "that." But he was gross. He had swollen legs.
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11The demonolgist's day job was painting lines in parking lots. This went well until the winter solstice
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12For example, if I ask, "Are you really going to wear those ugly-ass shoes to church?" Don't answer! That is a statement. At the same time, "We are all screwed!" asks the question
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11that glare of despondency. "You know I karaoke when I'm brushing." Bitter, he kicked over the tree, left his missus and walked into the frigid air. Santa knew... he always knew.
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13dered quariously, chowning three deedle-dees in the piehole. The mob peeted Fagan over & over, until he grumlopped into the sadd. Hoomla! Then, just before Fagan dumpled, a zenitar