When I started doing PsyOps on Folding Story

When I started doing PsyOps on Folding Story I was unprepared for the difficulty of the task of creating the trigger fold using Folding Story's character limit & time limit. Custer

reached his last stand and I was automatically teased into crafting the next line, knowing little about where it was headed and why I was so compelled.

Frantically, I started typing anything that I could think of - the openness of the fold gave me complete control of the plot- surely I could think of something. But alas,

it seems like the folder, and his/her thought process has changed. Now what? This is so confusing! How is anyone supposed to finish anything at all? And why does the 4th wall need

to be observed all of the time? I sat, lost in my musings as I absentmindedly stirred my tea. I didn't hear the jangle of the keys in the lock or the door opening. I did feel the

breath of the Hydra upon me though, as he announced that I was free to go. The cell door was now open, but I found myself frozen, in spite of the tea. Was I ready for freedom?

This tea was just too good; Hydra surely had some special recipe. If I left my cell, I would never taste that sweet, sweet beverage again. Was that a life I wanted to lead?

Perhaps not. S.H.I.E.L.D. had some other enticing options. I would have to decide which team I was on. Did I want to defend the planet from morphed humans or did I want to

hang out at the pool with half-naked babes, drink martini's, and sign autographs. This wasn't going to be a tough choice, People. Screw the Human Race. Let's get drunk and laid!