Curate, connect, and discover
I wrote this tiny TSP "dialogue" between the Narrator and Stanley for a challenge on Discord a while ago and then forgot about it. Maybe someone of you likes it?
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An important thing
"Stanley, what's going on? Lately your steps seem far more listless than usual." "..." "What does that look mean? Are you cold? Are you hungry? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with human emotions..." "..." "Hmm, so that's not it. Is my story boring you?" "..." "What, that's not it either?" "..." "Okay, three... three words? Stanley, are you going to try charades?" "..." "Alright, I'll do my best. ... Hmm... Box. Bars? Scribble? Fire? Stanley, please don't get frantic now, I really don't understand what's wrong." "..." "Hm, it doesn't seem to work that way..." "..." "What, you want me to follow you?" "..." "Well then, I'll follow you.... A little unusual for me, but oh well. Oh, the meeting room? Aaaah, I get it now Stanley, you want to write down what's wrong!" "..." "Oh dear, your handwriting is dreadful." "..." "Oh, if looks could kill.... I apologise for my words, Stanley. Your writing is beautiful. Really. ... Hmmmm... 'I... It's ma... my... buthdey... birthday...'? Stanley, it's your birthday today???" "..." "That's wonderful! We need to celebrate that! And what would you like? I can put anything you want in my story. There are no limits to your imagination!" "..." "Stanley, what...? Is that really what you want...?" "..." Stanley and the Narrator lay on the floor of the room full of lights. This time the door leading to the fatal staircase was locked. The Narrator first looked at the lights, then glanced at Stanley, who by now had fallen asleep. The Narrator smiled. "Thank you, Stanley."