Mother Nature was restless. She blew around

Mother Nature was restless. She blew around the house, uneasy, wondering how Father Time was doing with their daughter at their first ever Father-Daughter dance.

Katrina turned a few pirouettes in the Bahamas before whirling around the gulf coast. Father Time stood still when she headed toward New Orleans. By the time Mother Nature got wind

-ed from trying to keep up with her daughter Katrina. Mother Nature was old, and she was tired. But Father Time had bought her a bicycle of life, and Mother Nature pedaled

so hard the hem of her skirt flapped up,exposing one firm buttock. Unperturbed Mother Nature farted violently and continents shifted.

I sucked my biro thoughtfully. How the theory of plate tectonics has changed! I then heard a huge farting noise and a new fault line appeared. A cosmic belch and a volcano rose

, changing the New York City skyline (again) forever. Then I heard another huge farting sound. Whooops! 'Scuse me... Anyway, the shifting plate tectonics could only mean 1 thing:

"You got folded." I was incredulous. I didn't believe the guy, who said, "There are gods you would not differentiate from monsters who toy with our fates in a series of folds!"

I began to realize that FoldingStory was not just a simple internet story game. It was a social experiment engineered by gods who had nothing better to do with their eternities.

And so it is here that the story ends but the legacy of the social experiment continues....