I stared at the computer screen. I've been

I stared at the computer screen. I've been dong it for a half hour already. Then, it happened. The screen began to swell, and... FA-BOOM! Broken glass everywhere. i wanted to open

went the little clocks, each one a grain of sand in the hourglass of my mental omnipotence. I smiled as the window unlocked itself and peered inside me. "Have a look," I said, not

by the hair of my chinny chin chin." My children's storybook winked at me. My mental omnipotence reached a state of awareness that allowed me converse with inanimate objects

. As I chatted to the storybook, my omnipotent awareness expanded even further and I suddenly had an epiphany. None of this is real, I thought to myself. All of this is just a

bad FOLDINGSTORY™. Everything made sense now. The lack of coherence in my life was finally explained and with this new found knowledge I planned to

upvote all the folds in this story, so I could achieve worldwide fame as the star of the Story of the Month. I started registering accounts by the thousands, hoping that Geoff

wouldn't' catch on because if he did, I'd be "deep-folded." Nobody messes with Geoff, or so I've been told. I was willing to risk it though. Besides, someone had to stop MoralEnd

Stopping MoralEnd would be hard.He was a guy who quit his job so he could chain smoke, illegally hallucinate & type on FoldingStory 17-24 hrs/day, 362 days/year. Geoff was the only

one who could manage it for those last three days, when nobody else would be there to mess him up. That is, until KieferSkunk came along. Look out, everyone!