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-Bert
-Ernie
I will now write his story.
Cowering behind the crumbling house that the demon child knew had once been his family's home, he tucked his face into his legs pushing his hands against his ears to suppress the screams of his friends and family being butchered. I have to move, run, anything but sit here, he thought but couldn't muster the courage to move his small scaly legs. A blood curdling scream shook him from his stupor now finding the strength he lifted himself from behind the house, he ran, a mad dash for the forest, glancing backwards he froze. A orge towered over his mother a massive metal hunk, raising the crude metal blade the orge made a single powerful blow.
This child is SEVERELY autistic.
Do not make loud noises near him.
Do not shine bright lights near him.
Do not look him directly in the eye.
Do not touch him or any of his toys.
Doing any of the above may set him off on an autistic rampage that could endanger the lives of many.