I kept running. My breaths were ragged as

I kept running. My breaths were ragged as I continued to dodge trees and jump over fallen objects. There was a thunderous sound behind me, gradually getting closer. I forced myself

I knew that death was near, but I was not ready to leave this world. I ran faster and faster, only thing about sue. She would be angry if I didn't make it home on time.

..and even angrier if I came home in a coma. So I sojourned on and used all of my remaining strength to make it to the finish line. Fans were there, waving flags and cheering.

"Please don't flag my fold!", I croaked stumbling into the "Fold and Pass Area". After running a 4 minute fold I had a bad case of folders cramp. The next folder grasped the baton

&, experiencing a burst of energy, sprinted for the fold, all the while thinking, "I sure wish I would have remembered to wear my jockstrap." Floppily, he passed the fold baton on

to BlastedHeath, running mid-folding pack. He took the lead, left all in an erudite papertrail of dust & was just about to pass the fold baton, when MoralEnd, with moral turpitude,

ate it. He then set off, his legs a circular blur like road runner's. All the other folders chased after him until MoralEnd ran over the edge of a cliff. He stood suspended in the

gigantic freaking afro - he'd run over the edge of Jimmy Cliff and landed in his hair. Jimmy said, "The harder they come, the harder they fall." Moralend fell on m80's bass amp

hetamine stash and cried "Ah-ha! Fold-enhancing drugs!" m80 simply shrugged and said "You can get it if you really want, but you must try, try and try, try and try."