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1 fiction conversations over 4 months, 22 days (Dec 9, 2023 – Apr 29, 2024) 19% prompt uniqueness Minas Gerais, Brazil

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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 89× “write a parody of "i am the very model of a modern major-gen...” over less than a minute (Jan 26, 2024 – Jan 26, 2024), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Jan 26, 2024 at 11:33 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction fanfiction View full conversation

USER: write a parody of "i am the very model of a modern major-general" sing by the characters from warhammer 40k with title "we're the very model of a grimdark universe"

CHATBOT: Title: We're the Very Model of a Grimdark Universe (Characters from Warhammer 40k gather on a grand, dark stage, adorned with symbols of the Imperium, Chaos icons, and alien artifacts. A Commissar steps forward confidently, Bolt Pistol and Chainsword in hand, followed by a Space Marine in majestic power armor, a sneering Dark Eldar Archon, a wily Ork Warboss, and a cryptic Eldar Farseer. They prepare to explain the essence of the 41st Millennium in a manner most grim and convoluted, to the melody of "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General" from Gilbert and Sullivan's "The Pirates of Penzance.") Commissar: We're the very model of a grimdark universe, With chainswords roaring, Boltguns blazing in a frenzy to immerse, We lay waste to xenos scum and purge the heretic with flame, And each heroic epic bears a high Gothic name! Space Marine: Through the warp and webway vast, our fleets cross the galaxy, With Primarchs resurrected, and Chaos Gods' malignancy, Our existence is a battle -- for survival, every speck and bone, For the Emperor who sits immobile on his golden throne! Dark Eldar Archon: I shall speak of my Kabal that rules a dark and twisted space, Where pain's currency, and torment formulates our wretched grace. My Raider's sailing swiftly, with my Wyches set to revel, In the enemies' demise, or a deal struck with a devious devil! Ork Warboss: WAAAGH! Da orks iz made for fightin', and dat's just what we'll do, A galactic ruckus, causing havoc, dakka seems to never rue, From gretchin to the Nobz, we krump wit' all about and style, Green skin and muscles bulging, we've been fightin' all the while! Eldar Farseer: Our craftworlds float in sorrow, for our future's always seen, Through strands of fate, I've walked and danced where seers have been, The doom that's upon us, like our kinfolk dark and twisted, fell, We weave webs of hope to stave off She Who Thirsts, in this grimdark hell. (All characters then converge at the center of the stage for the grand closing, as the Commissar leads them into a dark chorus with an air of over-the-top solemnity and irony.) All: Because we're the very model of a grimdark universe, you see Where war's eternal, seldom peace, amidst insanity, No stone unturned, no mercy given, in this cosmic ballet dance, We crush and kill with fervor, in this darkest Warhammer stance! So take heed of this play, of our eternal, grandest fight, Of Warhammer forty thousand, where might makes right, Remember well our chorus, set in the yea...

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