On the part where it asked "How much of your

On the part where it asked "How much of your day do you spend looking for components to tie into stories on FoldingStory.com? A) 90% B) 95% C) 99% D) 100%" I'd put:

100%! I got a 100% on my quiz! I was so happy that I jumped for joy! Then my eldrich father Cthulu heard me jumping upstairs. "WHATS GOING ON UP THERE?!" he roared,

fractured life. Indeed, 90% of his bones had been broken at one time or another. It was no shock to anyone then when he lost both his arms and legs in a chess tournament accident.

He fractured his elbow rooking the queen and the game lasted so long that gangrene spread to all his limbs. He was a massive brain attached to a torso. But Grand Masters have needs

beyond those of mere mortals. He hired 32 "Asian women will trade sex for rent." He arranged them on the checkered tiles of his foyer. His giant exposed brain and limbless torso

was his erogenous zone so he had the 32 Asian women to moisten them with coconut oil and massage them. His exposed brain and limbless torso

just soaked it in. It wasn't the tropical vacation he'd planned, but why complain? After the accident & the botched operation he was grateful to have a torso & 32 asian masseuses

catering to his every whim. And boy did he had whims. After a while, however, they rubbed him the wrong way & he shooed them all out. He rolled his torso across the floor & into

his robotic spider mecha. Crashing through the servants quarters, he headed to the Qwik Twip for some Mountain Dew and Winstons. Sometimes you just have to do it yourself.