Dndrhead wrote:
Well...
Darn! Why am I racist all of the sudden?
By "I don't want yellow people in my fic" I meant "I don't want cartoons in my fic.".
It's sopposed to be realistic, Jerkies. Not some "Happy Fun Cartoon Sunshine Time Fun Fun Fun Happy Cartoony Loony Cartoon Show". Okay? I'm not really racist. I just want this to be realistic.
Now, I know what my next reply is. "MAJIK ISNT REELISTIK U JERKIE". Well, Let's just say...It's kind of fantasy, Slightly, But not cartoony. In the middle of that border.
And, Asian people exist. Trust me. I've seen one.
To counter your argument, I'd like to cite a story by my favorite author, Tyson Craemer.
“Oh, c’mon Mokey, you can’t be serious…” Red said in a complaining voice.
“It will be great, Red!” Mokey said excited. “You will be the perfect Wembley!”
“But I don’t want to be Wembley in your stupid play. Why can’t I just be myself?” Red protested.
“Because the point with this play is that we play one another, Red,” Gobo explained.
Red gave him a sceptical look.
“Well, do you really like to play Boober? Honestly? I mean, look at yourself!”
Gobo wasn’t that pretty with the red wig and a brown hat. The green jacket didn’t look like Boober’s fur at all. He sighed and then he looked at Red.
“Tell ya something, Red? You don’t look pretty good either in Wembley’s T-shirt.”
It was obvious that she blushed, though she tried to hide it.
Just as they thought this couldn’t be more embarrassing, they heard a great shout coming from the dressing room. Then Wembley came out in a too big, green coat with Boober following right behind him.
“Do you think I look like you, Mokey?” the yellow fraggle asked as he tried to walk towards them. Unfortunately the coat was way too long and he tripped.
“That’s why you should have taken my lucky charm, when I asked you to!” Boober ascertained. “You wouldn’t have tripped at all if you were wearing that!”
“Don’t disguise that now, we need to go on stage!” Mokey said.
Gobo peeked out of the red curtain to see all the fraggles who were gathered around the stage. Then he turned to the artist.
“I can’t.”
The rest of the group gaped at him.
“WHAT?!” Wembley exclaimed.
“Gobo, we’ve been practicing this a lot! You can’t quit NOW!” Mokey said desperately.
“I know…but…”
“But what? Why are you quitting this late?” Red said in an angry tone.
“Hey, why are you against me? I thought you hated this play!” Gobo snapped back.
She waited a second before she answered.
“Yeah, okay, I DO, but it isn’t fair against the rest of us!” Red concluded.
Gobo turned his back on them. They stood like that for a few seconds. Red stepped towards him.
“Why are you doing this, Gobo?” she said in a gentle, but still sad voice.
“I know it’s unfair…” he sighed. “But I don’t want to because... because HE’S out there.” He pointed in direction of the seats…
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