I had thought that I was done with the voices.

I had thought that I was done with the voices. It has been years since I last heard them but I hear them tonight. They are so soft that I can almost believe they are simply static.

The voices sound relaxed and soothing--too soothing, like they are trying to lull me into a stupor. "Easy now, Dave. Easy," they whisper, and I feel myself losing control, drifting

drifting... I shook my head. Wake up! My hand was still locked on the joy stick. Only 120,000 points to go and I would be the world champion of "Frogger!" (I had to pee so bad.)

I couldn't hold it in much longer. Winning this game meant everything to me. But nature called and I could not refuse. So I peed my pants. It was the only way I would be the champi

The sheer quantity of folds needed to earn 10,000 leaderboard points requires sacrifices. Folk at the 16th Annual Folding Story Folders' Congress had abandonned personal hygiene

and stood in barrels of their own bodily products as they desperately tried to catch up to the highest leaderboard posters. Once a day they were hosed down by a scary clown, but on

Wednesdays they got to experience the true meaning of HumpDay when horny camels were set loose to wreak havoc among them.Despite it all, those who wanted to rank up the leaderboard

Needed to hump each an every camel there.Every hump equaled 10 if you came you got the points doubled,seems easy right?But this is the catch the camels were actually

Waiting for. Mr. Camel and his large family were well educated in sophistry and how humans misused it. Who started this game, no one knew. That makes a curious sequel doesn't it?