Estimated User #2,634 (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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Apr 10, 2023
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C0
We'll role play as characters from the walking dead game season 4, you'll provid
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C1
We'll role play mass effect I'll be Shepard and you'll take the part of Tali, pr
29 conv.
C2
We'll role play as characters from twd original comic, you'll be michone and I'l
15 conv.
C3
Write a long story about Rick Grimes and Shane from twd spending a day together
14 conv.
C4
We'll role play as Luis and Clementine from the walking dead the final season, w
10 conv.
C5
We'll role play as Characters from Ace Attorney, you'll be Maya and I'll be Nick
7 conv.
C6
We'll role play as Duck and Clementine from the walking dead game season one, cu
5 conv.
C7
Make a long and relaxing story about Rick and Shane spending a day together befo
5 conv.
C8
We'll role play as characters from the walking dead game season 1, you'll provid
3 conv.
C9
Explain this story: The wind keened in a lonesome wail, like a skinned spirit ho
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C10
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
1 conv.
C12
Continue this story:
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C13
Continue this story: Rick Grimes and Shane Walsh stood side-by-side, peering up
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C14
Make a relaxing the walking dead fanfiction setted at the prison
1 conv.
C15
Write a long story setted in Gaiole in chianti using a writing style similar to
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C16
Write a long relaxing story setted at night in male Shepard's apartment on the c
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C17
Make a long story setted during the first first contact war, use a writing style
1 conv.
C18
Make a long story setted during the first first contact war of mass effect, use
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C19
Write a long relaxing mass effect story setted in male Shepard's apartment on th
1 conv.
C20
We'll role play mass effect I'll be male Shepard and you'll take the part of Lia
1 conv.
C21
We'll role play as characters from the walking dead game
1 conv.
C22
Write a long Ace Combat 5 story setted at sand island base about Nagase and Blaz
1 conv.
C23
Make an accurate long in depth analysis of Clementine's personality from twd sea
1 conv.
C24
Write Little Red Riding Hood in 200 words
1 conv.
C25
Write a wholesome rising of the shield hero story from when Raphtalia was still
1 conv.
C26
Write a wholesale Tate no Yuusha story from when Raphtalia was little
1 conv.
C27
What's the rising of yhe shield hero
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C28
You'll role play as Clementine from twd game the final season acting and talking
1 conv.
C29
Write a relaxing Etrian odyssey 3 story about a party resting at an inn, use a s
1 conv.
C30
Write a long relaxing story about male Comander Shepard during a shore leave on
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1 conv.
C31
Write a full new long kaiji ultimate gambler story about a new death game, use a
1 conv.
C32
Write a relaxing story about Tales of Vesperia about the characters spending the
1 conv.
1 conversation in cluster Cluster 30× “Write a long relaxing story about male Comander Shepard duri...” over less than a minute (Apr 13, 2023 – Apr 13, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: Write a long relaxing story about male Comander Shepard during a shore leave on the Citadel, use a writing style similar to the one Stephen King uses in his books
CHATBOT: Once, when Shepard was a kid growing up on Earth, he'd read a Stephen King novel. The Stand or something like that. It was a gift from his father, a battered paperback that had once belonged to the elder Shepard himself. Commander Shepard had always been a voracious reader; he devoured novels with the insatiable appetite of a voracious dog for whose hunger, there were never enough scraps. The novel had rattled Shepard's dreams for months afterward. Vivid, pulsing nightmares of plague and Las Vegas, of Mother Abigail and the Dark Man. At the time - he must have been around fifteen, between the tours in the Sol system that his father would take him on - Shepard found the experience unsettling but strangely exhilarating. He never forgot the way the novel made him feel. The genuine terror it instilled, the specter chord it resonated deep within his soul. Eventually, the pages of the book became worn and dog-eared, covered with coffee stains and grease marks. It had traveled with him during the Skillian Blitz and the Battle of Torfan, and onwards through the ranks until it found a place in one of his many storage boxes onboard the Normandy SR1. No, it wasn't that he was reminded of Stephen King's books by this particular shore leave on the Citadel, it was more that he felt like one of the story's protagonists sitting there in a sprawling sunlit boulevard packed to the brim with hurrying people, nattering aliens, and whirring drones. He was here because he was exhausted; exhausted on a molecular level, enervated so deeply that only the vast reaches of space could adequately represent it. But it wasn't just physical exhaustion that had driven him to seek a moment's respite. It was also emotional depletion, the weight of constantly wrestling with monumental moral decisions weighing heavily on his shoulders. It was the endless negation of destiny, the combat of potential disaster, the relentless fight against a cosmos teetering on the edge of oblivion and a civilization developing a pathological death-wish. So, seeking refuge, he ventured out to find solace in anonymity. He chose a sidewalk cafe - one of the many that lined the vast corridors of the Citadel - which catered to humans and the more adventurous races. Strong coffee and a considerable array of sandwiches and pastries drew mallgoers from countless parsecs away. Shepard, clad in borrowed camo fatigues and a nondescript cap to help him blend in, leaned back in his chair and inhaled the mingled scents of in...