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The Tragedie of the Aspies

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Christian T

Christian T

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Okie dokie, let's write a play. Make a character, stick with the character and make each post just one line of dialogue. It'll be fun!

I'll start

Lady Boubou: Samuel! Where are my pancakes? I'm starving to death!



Administrator Notice:

Please do not use this thread for personal attacks of any kind, whether in character or not. While this thread is a game for fun, since we all are on the spectrum it can be easy to take things in a negative light and to take them personally. It can also be easy to get carried away and end up saying something that you didn't mean to. Furthermore, there is the potential for members to maliciously use the guise of this story thread to purposefully attack others, which I don't want happening either. The last thing I want is for members to fall out with each other.

This notice applies to everyone.

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Lady Boubou: And if you keep talking to me like that, I might just sell all of your My Little Pony dolls!
 
Lady Boubou: Good boy, now give me a foot rub and you can have a brand new Bratz doll. Would you like that?
 
Samuel: Yes Maw. But you know, I'm 17 years old; I think I should be allowed to make my own money and get things for myself!
 
Samuel: I'm 17, maw. Please remember that. I'd like the Bratz doll, but I'd also like a bit more independence.
 
Poindexter: I percieve that you three are still fighting mental health. You will be in the funny farm again.
 
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[A masked man crashes through a window, swings in on a rope, and draws his rapier] The Crimson Narwhal: Nobody move! This is a stickup![Dramatic soap opera organ sting]
 
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Raddy: (Recites a few lines from his diary) Aspies are born to be free, but everywhere he goes is in chains.
 
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