I am tired of the hiding, the secrecy, the

I am tired of the hiding, the secrecy, the deceit here in FoldingStory! The truth must come out! (Big deep breath) Chaz...is Chaz Bono. 49erFaithful is (no lie) Joe Montana.

I got rid of the old Gods by falsely accusing them of sexual harassment. Sometimes a God has to stoop low in order to get to the top. I will use my powers to give all camels

one monstrous screaming O. Just out of the blue: wham-o. There'd be some mighty surprised camel jockeys out there I chuckled. I focused all my newfound top-god energy on the camels

hump and there was a loud CRACK! The camel's hump snapped in half. Broke. All this fatty liquid came pouring out. My little addition literally was the straw that broke the camel's

Back some three years later. No one ever bothered to investigate, so I got away with murder. By then I was living some 3,000 miles away. I only read about it in the Onion, which

surprisingly got the details exactly right. Things were quiet for a while. That was, until the truth finally caught up with me. The knock at my door seemed different that day. She

rapped, "Shave and a Haircut...." I peeked through peep hole. I saw her iris staring right back. "Why now?" I thought as I fiddled with the deadbolt. The door burst inward.

Her large mass had practically shattered the wood around the steel door. I was now pressed desperately against her large heaving bosom. She held a grenade in one and in the other a

plain manila folder. "The plans are in here," she said, panting from her earlier exertions. "You must get them to safety." I barked a laugh. Sure, trust the receptionist to save th