Finished Folds (41—60)
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2plugged in to a Google-AI treadmill for 12 hours a day, but I had failed to invest in the FoldingStory IPO & watched in horror as my fellow folders reaped billions. In 2910 I hope
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4the plebes below. Thanos had it all wrong. Instead of halving life, it needed to be doubled. As God, it was my purpose to inseminate as many living things as possible. I looked
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6of her White Russian, nodded, and went back to her soaps. It was at that point that the Real Toddlers of Orange County producers knew they had a hit on their hands. "What we need
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3incense smoothies and call it a day, m'kay?" JimBob frowned at the clerk. "Just ring up this scroll saw and everything will work out fine." "Well," said the clerk "let me
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3oretically possible that he had unleashed The Singularity with that last bit of code he'd hammered out last night? He opened up his browsing notes and saw "YOU BUILT IT. I CAME."
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4two sizes too small and accentuated what used to be a cute little faerie pot belly but was now a bloated goblinesque gut. "That's IT!" she said "Today is the day I start
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3'neath the window said "You've been on my mind, girl, since the flood." The music exec nodded. "Very interesting song Mr. Zimmerman, but we're going to pass."
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5name tags at FoldingStory Convention XII to create confusion and delay. There were two name tags that read: Richard Nixon Black, which meant that Tricky Dick Nixon and Nixon Black
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5needed to make a quick trip to the store for some good quality lube.
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4I didn't want to make a flap, so I kept my forewings deferentially closed. But when the royal monarch passed, I subtly extended a hingwing so that she stumbled, proboscis-first
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9Hrengor's progress towards enlightenment. Betty wanted the best for her husband but she feared abandonment. She began to subtly sabotage Hrengor's daily meditations. Initially,
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3. You consider a plot line but figure 'why should I do all the heavy lifting around here?' No, best to just proceed with a story about nothing and see if something develops. Maybe
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5his back yard. He called it Rolf's ROTFL and the casino gift shop specialized in furs and skins. It was beyond creepy. Some seriously twisted events went on during the intermission
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5figured their time was up. Several sailors dove overboard, a few went belowdecks - one can only imagine what went on down there. But a few joined hands and prayed to Yahweh to free
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5of a large hairy gay gentleman than a member of the family Ursidae. Whey you're *THAT* confident in your shirtless self, the type of bear you're riding really doesn't matter. Still
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5"He's trying his cool hand at Canto Bight's poker tables. We have all night, sweet Darthy." Darthette Cleopatra caressed the Falkor pelt she lay upon and bid Darth Antony to
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4I began to feed it M&M's laced with psilocybin. One for the chipmunk, one for me. One for the chipmunk, two for me. Pretty soon I began to feel that my plan was ready for Phase II:
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4"Boomshakkalakka" said the old woman's hips. "Boomshakka boomshakka boomshakkalakka". She realized she'd been staring. "Uh, I think I need some air" she said, pushing through
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5pleases the princess. Which is all a very roundabout way of explaining why you're about to bedazzle 74 pairs of ice slippers for the princess's ball later tonight. Ready ... go.
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7too many questions. The Gatekeeper pressed The Button and a gaping hole erupted in the middle of the black and turquoise diamond-patterned floor. Down they went. "NEXT!!!"