FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11"What's that got to do with anything?" I wailed. I shook my head in resignation, shuffling slowly down Nowhere Lane, dragging my feet due to the enormous weight of the golden boots
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13. "No, you can't get to heaven in a limousine, cuz God don't sell no gasoline," but you CAN get there on a dirty, old bus as long as you promise not to fuss. And he didn't. :-)
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10He grabbed me by the throat, slamming my head into the brick wall. "Never," he yelled, "underestimate the influence the collapse of the Ottoman Empire had on the origins of WW1!"
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11and obscured my vision. This seemed to be the crypt beneath my castle, but where were my guards? What of the Toad?
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11tripping in them because once I crossed a road gnawing an undercooked spare rib slathered in mayo & didn't see a pothole. I fell, a wasp stung me, a dog licked my ear and a bear