FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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11with a bowl and no oranges to be found. He discarded his monk's robes and sat in despairing contemplation in the rocking chair on the north porch. But when the owners came out
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10STUPID PEOPLE, THEY RUN TO MY HOUSE BUT NO FIRE! FOOL THEM! THEY GO HOME. HUM. HUH. UH. WHAT SMELL? BURNING? ME? FIRE? FIRE!
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11behind a haystack to relieve myself and rued the day that I had taught the cows how to use the bathroom. Sure, there was less cleanup in the field, but the toilet fixture couldn't
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10to find a princess whose cheesy kiss could restore me. My fold was sent to the ICU where its bloatedness from too many puns and irritable vowel syndrome was treated. The bill
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11His boss played the fiddle and told a good riddle, and to Tong this one seemed new. For the answer he whittled, long hours he piddled, clutching his Coach bag and shoes.