Egregiel went first. "I was given five worlds

Egregiel went first. "I was given five worlds to watch over. Five! And they just loafed around making up stories and killing each other instead of mingling." Agrariel commiserated:

has on occasion actually gotten right. Unlike me when I barged into the office. "I got the new FS theme for ya, sirs!" I placed a goat with skates on your desk. "Skategoats! :3"

But FoldingStory was a child of Chaos. None could predict its course. Indeed, should a "theme" be thrown like a slaughtered goat upon the FS Altar it would instantly

evolve into a sci-fi sexual tragedy involving ShadySlim, drugs, and perhaps a spatula or two, whirling around some intergalactic votex. FoldingStory is

the epicenter of Hurricane Trippy. No kidding, the things that these kids come up with are so far out there that there has to be some drugs involved. I just don't understand how

they managed to get past the sniffer dogs. We've been having problems with boats being swept onto the beach from Hurricane Trippy perhaps they found the drugs washed up on the

shore and entered the gated-community's water supply. We have to bring in the SWAT because the 1 percenters have made a barricade of their Priuses (or Prii?) Now tripping balls,

Mr. Plimey was needing to get his Prius fixed before the supply chain broke down. His neighbours were married to their vehicles and couldn't walk anywhere. This was a gated

gay. "Next slide..Laid-ees and roughmen, the piece de resistance. The gated gay!" Behind the gate, he-she-he walked with wrists turned upwards, like a real... UFC champion?