FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Satan Claus soon would be there. The orphans were huddled for warmth in their beds, while visions of maniacs danced in their heads. And Mummy in her tatters, and I in my hood, had -
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"Was it a mecca-dauber or a betting pencil?" The chorus sang back in response. -
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the differences between metaphor and the literal scope." "As in," he retorted, "I'm being figuratively henpecked by you, and literally by Sigmund's chicken." Sigmund smiled slyly. -
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I frantically beeped down a patrol car & showed the officers the turd in my backseat:"I've no idea how it got there..it could be dangerous! You guys have to remove it!" The cops -
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"Nah, just a new nightie for mother." [Enter boutique owner] "Mr. Bates, this chic nightie just screams "Miami Vice." [Exeunt common and fashion sense] "Does blood wash out of it?"