Crazydance accepted Wolfofthedrp's challenge

Crazydance accepted Wolfofthedrp's challenge to a foldingwar. Pulling out his keyboard he quickly plugged it into his computer and started folding stories, before long he had

an impressive arsenal of folds. His likes was too high for scrubbatry like Wolfofthederp. Crazydance's weaponry was so large he was equivalent to the Soviets, then, sub warfare .

Tromping into the battlefield was Bearshoes84, a veritable Kaiju made of hairy monster feet the size of buildings. He began stomping on Wolfofthedrp's likes and Crazydance's folds,

Smashy smashy went the plot.Health was blasted, morals ended,authors reduced to gibbering wrecks,the city of folding dreams destroyed. Who'd fight a monster with size 82 bearshoes?

wrote the most beautiful poem. It goes something like this "For I have my father's quill,

plucked from the primmest porcelain porcupine of Persia." The poem continued, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? I eagerly await your rhetorical answer."

The reply took me a while..and I ended up visiting the Merrick Rose Garden for inspiration.I did drawings of flowers and trees. While my friend awaited my reply, he got nervous and

popped an angry tent. His shame automatically went on alert. This told him he was in The United States. The look around has no indications that your tent has been noticed. Dread wa

ddled it's way into the sanctuary, as dread is wont to do. "No matter how simple you want to lead your life, how simple your tent, you will not find peace where you have shame"