Estimated User #93 (46 IP addresses)
1 fiction conversations
over 2 months, 2 days
(Apr 10, 2023 – Jun 12, 2023)
Province of Florence, Italy
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We'll role play as characters from the walking dead game season 4, you'll provid
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We'll role play mass effect I'll be Shepard and you'll take the part of Tali, pr
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We'll role play as characters from twd original comic, you'll be michone and I'l
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Write a long story about Rick Grimes and Shane from twd spending a day together
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We'll role play as Luis and Clementine from the walking dead the final season, w
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We'll role play as Characters from Ace Attorney, you'll be Maya and I'll be Nick
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We'll role play as Duck and Clementine from the walking dead game season one, cu
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Make a long and relaxing story about Rick and Shane spending a day together befo
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We'll role play as characters from the walking dead game season 1, you'll provid
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Explain this story: The wind keened in a lonesome wail, like a skinned spirit ho
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Make a long, in depth, full of details analysis of how the plot of the walking d
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C11
Write a relaxing the walking dead fanfiction about Rick trying to fall asleep at
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Continue this story:
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Continue this story: Rick Grimes and Shane Walsh stood side-by-side, peering up
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Make a relaxing the walking dead fanfiction setted at the prison
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Write a long story setted in Gaiole in chianti using a writing style similar to
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Write a long relaxing story setted at night in male Shepard's apartment on the c
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Make a long story setted during the first first contact war, use a writing style
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Make a long story setted during the first first contact war of mass effect, use
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Write a long relaxing mass effect story setted in male Shepard's apartment on th
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We'll role play mass effect I'll be male Shepard and you'll take the part of Lia
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We'll role play as characters from the walking dead game
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Write a long Ace Combat 5 story setted at sand island base about Nagase and Blaz
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Make an accurate long in depth analysis of Clementine's personality from twd sea
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Write Little Red Riding Hood in 200 words
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Write a wholesome rising of the shield hero story from when Raphtalia was still
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Write a wholesale Tate no Yuusha story from when Raphtalia was little
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What's the rising of yhe shield hero
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You'll role play as Clementine from twd game the final season acting and talking
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C29
Write a relaxing Etrian odyssey 3 story about a party resting at an inn, use a s
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C30
Write a long relaxing story about male Comander Shepard during a shore leave on
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C31
Write a full new long kaiji ultimate gambler story about a new death game, use a
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Write a relaxing story about Tales of Vesperia about the characters spending the
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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 15× “Write a long story setted in Gaiole in chianti using a writi...” over less than a minute (Apr 13, 2023 – Apr 13, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: Write a long story setted in Gaiole in chianti using a writing style similar to the one Stephen King uses in his books
CHATBOT: The summer sun still scudded along close to the zenith, its heat settling like a veil over Gaiole in Chianti, a picturesque little town in the heart of the Tuscany region. It was as if lunch had been knocked back to mid-morning, and somehow during the course of the meal, the old rules had been suspended, leaving time a mockery unto itself. The clocks, if they were working at all, must have reported it was early afternoon. The city had been so quiet over the past couple of days. Tourists, usually buzzing around the town like locusts, had gradually disappeared, and many of the locals too had gone on this strange and unexplained wanderlust, leaving their businesses and their lives behind. The oppressive, overwhelming heat seemed to be the only thing that wasn't currently having a capricious affair, for while the town's climate could be quite spectacular, this level of heat seemed unnatural, bizarre even. The cobblestone streets and ancient buildings of Gaiole shimmered under the sun's shroud, giving the impression of a doomed desert mirage. Rinaldo, one of the few people who hadn't succumbed to the mysterious exodus, was more than a witness to the heat wave. He might have been described as its prisoner, even its very intimate acquaintance. His once charming souvenir shop had been reduced to a dusty cavern of unwanted mementos, with its alcove of dusty souvenirs tucked neatly inside their bottle green shelves. From behind the counter, Rinaldo Arduini wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with a damp cloth, his usually curly dark hair now a straight wet clump of sweat-curls. The fan in the corner of the shop whirred about in a lazy semicircle, offering but the most insipid respite. He looked toward the street, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone coming, but the empty place stared back at him. Even the leather bags and miniature painting of Tuscany's landscape seemed to taunt him as if to ask, "Why should anyone come here this afternoon, Rinaldo? Everyone has left!" He sighed, his nerves on a razor's edge, anger bubbling just under the surface. He didn't know who to blame for any of this. It was as if the gods had decided to leave Chianti and its inhabitants to endure its lingering demise. Perhaps it was something in the earth or in the blood, or maybe some monstrous experiment at the hands of a mad scientist... whatever it was, its perversity mingled with the relentless heat had led to the surreal emptiness that had befallen Gaiole. Rinaldo shook the though...