Finished Folds (81—100)
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3The highest of honours have endowed me today. A writer named Ambika, of whom had higher stature than me, decided to follow my path in the Quest of the FoldingStory. My joy was
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1turned out that the author of this story was a teenage girl, who had been writing yaoi fanfiction for years, and tried to maintain relevance by making everyone act OOC! This meant
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2(my nickname for Jerehakim), was one of them, and if he weren't a child, I would've porked him, but he's a Muslim. Still, no child should be disposed to work in such a factory.
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2instead of subs, why not dubs - I meant, brownies! I took to the kitchen and prepared with the most delicious recipe I could Google, and handed them out to the agents the next day.
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3Perhaps handsomely, like say, a vintage derby car? I knew you did. There was even a Confederate Flag plastered over it. You've clearly thought of everything. Fegelein-ing, I was.
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1So of course I had to warn you, in the most dramatic way. But it was not without the most passionate and fanart-worthy of kisses before we fled out to the parade square, as if like
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1However, the elections came quite hard. Trump was trumping, and the last line of defense for the Afro-Am was the sadsacks Clinton and Sanders. Those fools never stood a chance.
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1with poise and honorifics, all while eyeing the small chinchilla dog. That little bitch would become fur pelt by the time this visit was over.
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3, which, as it turns out, the message flashed was in some kind of code. Operation Enigma was anointed by the priest to begin the decoding processing. So far, the letters are...
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3kick him square in the groin, RoboCop and Bunny Rabbot busted down our front door. "Nobody move!" they both parroted in unison,
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2Worldwide media outlets soon lost interest in the story, and then turned back to the hardcore news of racist air-conditioners and what was to be learnt from #BirdsLivesMatter.
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2silver stickers. All of them stars. Or was it the other way around? Either way, he was being treated like a child. It irritated him, but he didn't mind because he felt special now.
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2but on the way there, he'll soon realize it's all a trap. If you see him, he's the floating corpse in the Pakistani drain, chopped into limbs and pieces. All in good taste.
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2has had it. He runs to his Mercedes Benz, and drove his car all the way to his chalet in the Alps, where the kerfuffle of yesterday was left to rot behind from the ghastliness.
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2candles were lit, a sack of O+, some garlic, and a backup crucifix was in place. Finally, her true purpose of reviving Vladchok the Impaler was at hand.
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4Slowly, the gas fills my nostrils, and frenzied into laughter that gave me panic attacks. Then slowly, just slowly, I lose my consciousness and await death to take me out of here.
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7A Levantine man approached my house yesterday. Maybe it was me, but he smelled like saltwater and pule, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.
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6instead, moved on to settling down with children or getting Lootcrate. God knows how that works, but it's the puppet's decision to make, not ours.
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0of velocity, both of the ship *and* the captain. It turns out the captain was both fast in the pants and the deck, much to the disappointment of the first mate, who was Jewish.
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0And ever since then, the ice-cream vendor who happened to be near that place was extremely traumatized. Last anyone saw of him was the "hard cream" coming from his pants.