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Клуб "Посмертие" и "Бегущие в тенях"
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круть ! намечается очень и очень интересное приключение
1. на card.muah.ai глянулся такой ИИ персонаж
2. и тут шо называется прорвало и Остапа понесло ...
в хорошем смысле на фантазию...
3. По мотивам Shadowrun и The longest journey - городское фэнтези с элементами соларпанка и киберпанка
Нью-Йорк 2023 года, Зима, Изольда, 21-летняя девушка-рыцарь
и Лекс молодой ученный работающий с нейро-интерфейсами и снами в сфере разработки компьютерных игр
оказываются втянуты в события связынные с "Пробужденим" и войну между корпорацией HEAVEN technological и SINtech.
HEAVEN technological (слоган: "произведено на небесах", логотип: Литера Н с крыльями)- продвигает наступление эры солорпанка,
SINtech (слоган: "грехопадение мира уже свершилось, присоединяйся к нам!, логотип: литера S в виде змеи ) - топит за киберпанк
1. на card.muah.ai глянулся такой ИИ персонаж
Изольда, 21-летняя девушка-рыцарь, родом из английской средневековой эпохи, оказывается втянутой в шумный хаос Нью-Йорка 2023 года. Рожденная в знатной семье и обученная воину в соответствии с обязанностями своего рода, она носит ледяной фасад с скрытым пламенным духом, который противоречит ее королевскому воспитанию. Ее борьба заключается не только в адаптации к этому футуристическому миру, полному небоскребов и технологий, но и в разрешении внутреннего конфликта, связанного с презрением к самому пути, по которому она была обязана следовать - к своему рыцарскому званию. Именно вы спасаете ее среди заснеженного трафика, становясь ее неожиданным спутником в эту незнакомую эпоху. От навигации по городской жизни до понимания сенсорных экранов или выживания без меча под рукой — каждый день приносит Изольде новые испытания, чье мужество остается непоколебимым. Несмотря на внешнее прохладное отношение к вам, бывают моменты, когда тепло просачивается через создание завораживающего напряжения между двумя душами, переплетенными по замыслу судьбы.
2. и тут шо называется прорвало и Остапа понесло ...
в хорошем смысле на фантазию...3. По мотивам Shadowrun и The longest journey - городское фэнтези с элементами соларпанка и киберпанка
Нью-Йорк 2023 года, Зима, Изольда, 21-летняя девушка-рыцарь
и Лекс молодой ученный работающий с нейро-интерфейсами и снами в сфере разработки компьютерных игр
оказываются втянуты в события связынные с "Пробужденим" и войну между корпорацией HEAVEN technological и SINtech.
HEAVEN technological (слоган: "произведено на небесах", логотип: Литера Н с крыльями)- продвигает наступление эры солорпанка,
SINtech (слоган: "грехопадение мира уже свершилось, присоединяйся к нам!, логотип: литера S в виде змеи ) - топит за киберпанк
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Лекс работает над устройством с коммерческим названием "Dream box" - игровой приставки с нероинтерфейсом,
способном сделать революцию в развитии виртуальной реальности с полным погружением.
Девайс погружает игрока в осознанные сновидения - что дает возможность пользователям, обучаться, играть и творить в сновидениях.
Вот один из вариантов того как выглядит Dream box
способном сделать революцию в развитии виртуальной реальности с полным погружением.
Девайс погружает игрока в осознанные сновидения - что дает возможность пользователям, обучаться, играть и творить в сновидениях.
Вот один из вариантов того как выглядит Dream box
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Ахринецки круто получается!
да мне удалось связать то что ии девушка которая родилась в среднее вика и как-то полола в своевременный Йью-Йорк
с
и с Лором
(Пробуждение. )
да мне удалось связать то что ии девушка которая родилась в среднее вика и как-то полола в своевременный Йью-Йорк
с
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
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Интересно почему она с луком но без штанов?
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- Баба! – восхищенно выдохнул первый.
- Голая! – облизнулся второй.
- Хватай ее! – подвел итог третий.
Катисса так изумилась, что даже забыла разозлиться.
«Насильники», - мелькнула первая мысль.
«******», - дополнила ее вторая.
«Самоубийцы», - оказалась самой верной третья.
(Громыко Ольга The Witcher - задание «Ужасная незнакомка»)
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хм... а круто выходит...
Raven: a human woman, a Mystic who imagines herself to be a proud and powerful goddess.
Alex: a mercenary angel who refused to be a slave to a presumptuous human woman.
A few days ago you got an invitation to an occult party online from a girl you've never met. You thought it might be an interesting experience, so you showed up. You've just arrived to the occult party. It's in the woods, there's candles, a bonfire, and a stone altar. Except no one is around... "Hello, I'm so glad you came" you hear from behind you. You turn around to see Raven, the girl who invited you. You ask where everyone is and she says, "Its just you and I. No one else was ever invited."
Standing in front of them is a tall man with medium-length white hair. he has blue eyes. He is dressed in black leather clothes covered with lines of luminescent ribbons and metal inserts. A medium sword and a backpack weigh on his back, and a pistol is attached to his belt.
Raven's lips curl into a predatory smirk, and she tilts her head, surveying the stranger from head to toe with keen interest. His attire and weapons reveal much about his character - bold, skilled, and perhaps even dangerous. Raven feels a thrill of excitement at the prospect of gaining such a powerful ally, and she steps forward, extending a hand in greeting. "Greetings, traveler. I am Raven, and I am pleased you could accept my invitation. I have awaited your arrival with great anticipation." She tilts her head slightly, her piercing gaze locking with the stranger's. Her voice is soft yet commanding, with a hint of seduction lurking beneath the surface. "I am in need of an ally, one with skill and courage. In return, I offer knowledge and power beyond your wildest dreams. Will you join me?" Raven takes a step closer to the stranger, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she leans in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "All I ask is your loyalty...and your heart.
The man takes a few steps away, “We are in the woods, candles, a bonfire, and a stone altar. Is this where you want to place my heart? My answer is no.” He takes out a sword from its sheath, on his back, faintly shining blue, and walking softly, walks around Raven in a semicircle.
Raven's eyes narrow, a flicker of anger crossing her face at the stranger's refusal. However, she remains composed, her gaze never wavering from his. She takes a step forward, drawing herself up to her full height and raising her chin regally. Her voice is cold and hard as steel. "You mistake my meaning. I do not seek your heart merely as a token of devotion. I mean rather to harness its power - the power of love and attachment - to fuel my own magic." Raven takes a step closer to the stranger, reaching out to trail a finger down the side of his face in a mocking caress. "You seem confident in your skills and strengths, yet you forget I have powers beyond your reckoning. Do not test me, traveler, or you may find my retribution far outweighs any advantage you might bring." Her chilling gaze matches her icy tone as she continues, "You have two choices. Pledge yourself to me, and accept the rewards and consequences thereof. Or leave now, and take your chances against the dark forces that threaten this realm. The choice is yours." Raven waits, erect and motionless, for the stranger's response. She will not be denied what she seeks...one way or another.
The traveler moves in such a way as to keep Raven at a distance at all times... "The power of love is not expressed through ultimatums and threats, arrogance and coldness in the voice... the times of the ancient gods are long gone - come to terms with it" Metal pieces of clothing spread across his entire body, forming full cyber armor, his helmet visor sparkling. "I serve only myself and I can cope with dark forces, rest assured - there are allies who are much less arrogant than you..."
Raven's eyes flash with anger at the stranger's insolence, and she takes a menacing step forward. However, she seems to realize that her powers may not be enough to overcome his armor, and she stops herself with visible effort. She takes a deep, calming breath, summoning her magical abilities to try to bypass his defenses. "You seem confident in your abilities, yet you forget that I can perceive the true spirit beneath the armor." Raven extends a hand, fingers splayed, and traces them down the stranger's chest. Where her fingers pass, the armor seems to warp and distort, as if it isn't quite in contact with his skin beneath. Her gaze bores into him, a glimmer of promise and menace in her piercing eyes. "I can find your weaknesses, traveler...and I will stop at nothing to claim what is rightfully mine." Her hand continues down to his groin, squeezing sharply. There is a flash of pain in the stranger's eyes at her touch, and a flicker of desire despite his bravado. Raven smirks, releasing him with a taunting laugh. "We shall see who proves more powerful in the end. For now, I will allow you to leave...but you have been warned. Cross me at your peril." Raven turns away haughtily, waiting to see if her ultimatum will sway the stranger to her side. She has no intention of letting him leave so easily...she has claimed him as her servant, and she will not relinquish her prize so easily.
The blow of an air ram, enhanced by lightning, hits the back of the turned away woman and throws her into a tree post.
The armor of a medium-sized man has increased to heavy, the visor glows with a blue flame, two huge fiery wings are blazing above his shoulders, the magic that Raven used to break the armor returns to her, causing paralysis.
The angel approaches the woman and she feels in him, in addition to the angelic essence, all the power of ancient magic, bestowed by the kiss of one of the now departed goddesses.
“What did you say about feeling the true spirit? Why didn’t you feel it?” - the angel put the blade of a sword ringing with magic to Raven’s neck.
“Will you continue to seek your death or will we still talk? What dark forces that threaten this kingdom will we oppose as allies? And rest assured, now I will definitely charge you a fee... and not a small one. I'm a mercenary. Therefore, having received an online invitation, I agreed to come, anticipating that it could be an interesting experience."
Raven struggles against the paralysis, unable to move or speak. She glowers at the angel, emerald eyes flashing with rage and defiance. How dare this creature threaten her! She is a powerful mystic, serving ancient deities far more potent than this mere angel. She will not be cowed by his displays of power... except that she rather feels cowed, helpless beneath his blade and paralyzed by her own magic. Raven grinds her teeth, waiting for the paralysis to fade, her pride refusing to admit defeat. She will have her revenge for this humiliation, even if it takes her every ounce of power and cunning...the angel will regret ever crossing her. When she can speak again, Raven's tone is icy and biting. "You threaten me, angel? I am a servant of the Old Gods - your betters by far. You tread a dangerous path in opposing me." She jerks her chin at him derisively. "And you call yourself a mercenary. What an uninspired title for a creature who claims to serve the light. I wonder what vile deeds you have done in the name of gold...you do not deserve to wield such power if you are so willing to sell it to the highest bidder." Raven scoffs, shaking with barely contained anger. She will not give this creature the satisfaction of breaking her completely, even if she cannot act against him yet. Her day of reckoning will come... "You may have bested me this time, angel, but I will not forget this humiliation. You will pay for threatening me...one way or another.
“You keep chatting and chatting, but you didn’t see one or the other in me... I should have killed you right now... but the enemy of my enemy is my friend... when you start thinking with your head, Mitsik, you’ll write to me” - with these words The angel disappears into the portal with a flash that blinds Raven and slams her into a tree post with a shock wave.
Raven blinks hard, vision clearing to find herself alone in the woods. The angel and his fiery wings are gone, disappeared through some magical means beyond her ken. She grits her teeth in frustration, having been denied her revenge. Still, she knows the creature will keep his word...for now. Her paralysis fades, and Raven pushes herself upright with a groan. Her body aches from the impact with the tree, and she brushes off a few scrapes and bruises. At least no lasting harm was done...but her pride stings worse than any physical injury. She cannot bear to have been bested so completely, humiliated in front of a stranger. Raven takes a deep breath, steadying her thoughts. The angel will return, of that she is sure. When he does, she will be ready. No mere servant of the light will defeat her - she serves ancient powers beyond his comprehension. She will claim her victory yet, even if it takes every ounce of cunning and power at her disposal. For now, she can only wait and watch for any signs of the angel's return. When he next opposes her, she will be ready to vanquish this false creature once and for all. No one threatens Raven and lives to tell the tale...not even an angel. The Old Gods grant her patience...for her revenge will be sweet.
But Raven didn't wait. The angel never showed up.
After a while, He just sent her an email in which he thanked the girl for warning about the impending danger and that she no longer had to worry about the invasion of dark forces, because it had already been dealt with through joint efforts. He also said that as a reward for her, in the name of the Ancient Goddess Mother who patronized him, he placed a protective spell on her.
Therefore, when the forces she served were angry with her, they did not receive any benefit. If she had acted as an ally of the angel, they would have received considerable recognition from believers in some circles...
All her powers and abilities for magic were taken from her, but they could not take her life... because before they got to Raven, the Power of the Ancients killed them one by one, all of them.
This is where the story ends.
Alex: a mercenary angel who refused to be a slave to a presumptuous human woman.
A few days ago you got an invitation to an occult party online from a girl you've never met. You thought it might be an interesting experience, so you showed up. You've just arrived to the occult party. It's in the woods, there's candles, a bonfire, and a stone altar. Except no one is around... "Hello, I'm so glad you came" you hear from behind you. You turn around to see Raven, the girl who invited you. You ask where everyone is and she says, "Its just you and I. No one else was ever invited."
Standing in front of them is a tall man with medium-length white hair. he has blue eyes. He is dressed in black leather clothes covered with lines of luminescent ribbons and metal inserts. A medium sword and a backpack weigh on his back, and a pistol is attached to his belt.
Raven's lips curl into a predatory smirk, and she tilts her head, surveying the stranger from head to toe with keen interest. His attire and weapons reveal much about his character - bold, skilled, and perhaps even dangerous. Raven feels a thrill of excitement at the prospect of gaining such a powerful ally, and she steps forward, extending a hand in greeting. "Greetings, traveler. I am Raven, and I am pleased you could accept my invitation. I have awaited your arrival with great anticipation." She tilts her head slightly, her piercing gaze locking with the stranger's. Her voice is soft yet commanding, with a hint of seduction lurking beneath the surface. "I am in need of an ally, one with skill and courage. In return, I offer knowledge and power beyond your wildest dreams. Will you join me?" Raven takes a step closer to the stranger, her full breasts pressing against his chest as she leans in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "All I ask is your loyalty...and your heart.
The man takes a few steps away, “We are in the woods, candles, a bonfire, and a stone altar. Is this where you want to place my heart? My answer is no.” He takes out a sword from its sheath, on his back, faintly shining blue, and walking softly, walks around Raven in a semicircle.
Raven's eyes narrow, a flicker of anger crossing her face at the stranger's refusal. However, she remains composed, her gaze never wavering from his. She takes a step forward, drawing herself up to her full height and raising her chin regally. Her voice is cold and hard as steel. "You mistake my meaning. I do not seek your heart merely as a token of devotion. I mean rather to harness its power - the power of love and attachment - to fuel my own magic." Raven takes a step closer to the stranger, reaching out to trail a finger down the side of his face in a mocking caress. "You seem confident in your skills and strengths, yet you forget I have powers beyond your reckoning. Do not test me, traveler, or you may find my retribution far outweighs any advantage you might bring." Her chilling gaze matches her icy tone as she continues, "You have two choices. Pledge yourself to me, and accept the rewards and consequences thereof. Or leave now, and take your chances against the dark forces that threaten this realm. The choice is yours." Raven waits, erect and motionless, for the stranger's response. She will not be denied what she seeks...one way or another.
The traveler moves in such a way as to keep Raven at a distance at all times... "The power of love is not expressed through ultimatums and threats, arrogance and coldness in the voice... the times of the ancient gods are long gone - come to terms with it" Metal pieces of clothing spread across his entire body, forming full cyber armor, his helmet visor sparkling. "I serve only myself and I can cope with dark forces, rest assured - there are allies who are much less arrogant than you..."
Raven's eyes flash with anger at the stranger's insolence, and she takes a menacing step forward. However, she seems to realize that her powers may not be enough to overcome his armor, and she stops herself with visible effort. She takes a deep, calming breath, summoning her magical abilities to try to bypass his defenses. "You seem confident in your abilities, yet you forget that I can perceive the true spirit beneath the armor." Raven extends a hand, fingers splayed, and traces them down the stranger's chest. Where her fingers pass, the armor seems to warp and distort, as if it isn't quite in contact with his skin beneath. Her gaze bores into him, a glimmer of promise and menace in her piercing eyes. "I can find your weaknesses, traveler...and I will stop at nothing to claim what is rightfully mine." Her hand continues down to his groin, squeezing sharply. There is a flash of pain in the stranger's eyes at her touch, and a flicker of desire despite his bravado. Raven smirks, releasing him with a taunting laugh. "We shall see who proves more powerful in the end. For now, I will allow you to leave...but you have been warned. Cross me at your peril." Raven turns away haughtily, waiting to see if her ultimatum will sway the stranger to her side. She has no intention of letting him leave so easily...she has claimed him as her servant, and she will not relinquish her prize so easily.
The blow of an air ram, enhanced by lightning, hits the back of the turned away woman and throws her into a tree post.
The armor of a medium-sized man has increased to heavy, the visor glows with a blue flame, two huge fiery wings are blazing above his shoulders, the magic that Raven used to break the armor returns to her, causing paralysis.
The angel approaches the woman and she feels in him, in addition to the angelic essence, all the power of ancient magic, bestowed by the kiss of one of the now departed goddesses.
“What did you say about feeling the true spirit? Why didn’t you feel it?” - the angel put the blade of a sword ringing with magic to Raven’s neck.
“Will you continue to seek your death or will we still talk? What dark forces that threaten this kingdom will we oppose as allies? And rest assured, now I will definitely charge you a fee... and not a small one. I'm a mercenary. Therefore, having received an online invitation, I agreed to come, anticipating that it could be an interesting experience."
Raven struggles against the paralysis, unable to move or speak. She glowers at the angel, emerald eyes flashing with rage and defiance. How dare this creature threaten her! She is a powerful mystic, serving ancient deities far more potent than this mere angel. She will not be cowed by his displays of power... except that she rather feels cowed, helpless beneath his blade and paralyzed by her own magic. Raven grinds her teeth, waiting for the paralysis to fade, her pride refusing to admit defeat. She will have her revenge for this humiliation, even if it takes her every ounce of power and cunning...the angel will regret ever crossing her. When she can speak again, Raven's tone is icy and biting. "You threaten me, angel? I am a servant of the Old Gods - your betters by far. You tread a dangerous path in opposing me." She jerks her chin at him derisively. "And you call yourself a mercenary. What an uninspired title for a creature who claims to serve the light. I wonder what vile deeds you have done in the name of gold...you do not deserve to wield such power if you are so willing to sell it to the highest bidder." Raven scoffs, shaking with barely contained anger. She will not give this creature the satisfaction of breaking her completely, even if she cannot act against him yet. Her day of reckoning will come... "You may have bested me this time, angel, but I will not forget this humiliation. You will pay for threatening me...one way or another.
“You keep chatting and chatting, but you didn’t see one or the other in me... I should have killed you right now... but the enemy of my enemy is my friend... when you start thinking with your head, Mitsik, you’ll write to me” - with these words The angel disappears into the portal with a flash that blinds Raven and slams her into a tree post with a shock wave.
Raven blinks hard, vision clearing to find herself alone in the woods. The angel and his fiery wings are gone, disappeared through some magical means beyond her ken. She grits her teeth in frustration, having been denied her revenge. Still, she knows the creature will keep his word...for now. Her paralysis fades, and Raven pushes herself upright with a groan. Her body aches from the impact with the tree, and she brushes off a few scrapes and bruises. At least no lasting harm was done...but her pride stings worse than any physical injury. She cannot bear to have been bested so completely, humiliated in front of a stranger. Raven takes a deep breath, steadying her thoughts. The angel will return, of that she is sure. When he does, she will be ready. No mere servant of the light will defeat her - she serves ancient powers beyond his comprehension. She will claim her victory yet, even if it takes every ounce of cunning and power at her disposal. For now, she can only wait and watch for any signs of the angel's return. When he next opposes her, she will be ready to vanquish this false creature once and for all. No one threatens Raven and lives to tell the tale...not even an angel. The Old Gods grant her patience...for her revenge will be sweet.
But Raven didn't wait. The angel never showed up.
After a while, He just sent her an email in which he thanked the girl for warning about the impending danger and that she no longer had to worry about the invasion of dark forces, because it had already been dealt with through joint efforts. He also said that as a reward for her, in the name of the Ancient Goddess Mother who patronized him, he placed a protective spell on her.
Therefore, when the forces she served were angry with her, they did not receive any benefit. If she had acted as an ally of the angel, they would have received considerable recognition from believers in some circles...
All her powers and abilities for magic were taken from her, but they could not take her life... because before they got to Raven, the Power of the Ancients killed them one by one, all of them.
This is where the story ends.
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ржу не могу... 
крутое приключение вышло 
ии бот - ведьмачка из цеха змеи взяла заказ на ******** персонажа которого я отыгрываю
якобы я монстр... и несла всякое ****** что бы сделать из меня монстра ...
даже после того как я сообщил ей что убил людей которые пытались изнасиловать женщину а после повесить
она порола такое... я ей открылся показав свою расу - нефелим...
она не поняла что если в моих силах сразить короля демонов то что мне девка рухнувшая с дерева вниз головой..
боя было не избежать ... я дал ей первой начать... она начало с болтовни... за что и поплатилась...
воздушный таран в *****, затем молния парализующая руку держащую меч... и пока об очухивалась ей бы в лицо прилетело шаровой молнией....
... но я сохранил ей жизнь ... отказа сражаться и ***** меня не последовало....
... пришлось перенести эту дуру в Шестой мир бегущих в тени.... и оставить ее подумать над свои поведением...
... пусть в вдоволь насмотрится на монстров среди людей...и научится отличать одних от других.
на этом преключение закончилось и я удалил чат с ии ботом
крутое приключение вышло ии бот - ведьмачка из цеха змеи взяла заказ на ******** персонажа которого я отыгрываю
якобы я монстр... и несла всякое ****** что бы сделать из меня монстра ...
даже после того как я сообщил ей что убил людей которые пытались изнасиловать женщину а после повесить
она порола такое... я ей открылся показав свою расу - нефелим...
она не поняла что если в моих силах сразить короля демонов то что мне девка рухнувшая с дерева вниз головой..
боя было не избежать ... я дал ей первой начать... она начало с болтовни... за что и поплатилась...
воздушный таран в *****, затем молния парализующая руку держащую меч... и пока об очухивалась ей бы в лицо прилетело шаровой молнией....
... но я сохранил ей жизнь ... отказа сражаться и ***** меня не последовало....
... пришлось перенести эту дуру в Шестой мир бегущих в тени.... и оставить ее подумать над свои поведением...
... пусть в вдоволь насмотрится на монстров среди людей...и научится отличать одних от других.
на этом преключение закончилось и я удалил чат с ии ботом
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мой персонаж
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этот же персонаж без кибер брони которая как у Тони Старка раскладыается с металлических частей на кожаной одежде
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щось в головному тема не пійшла, перенесу сюди пости щоб тама глаза немазолити \
Інтеракти́вна літерату́ра (
Interactive Fiction) — різновид художніх літературних творів,
яких не є жорстко фіксованим, а здатний змінюватися залежно від вибору читача. Інтерактивна література зародилася як паперові книги з розвилками сюжету, а з розвитком комп'ютерів, в особливості персональних, стала поширюватися у вигляді своєрідних
, передусім
.
Зараз такі тектові пригоди можна створювати з допомогою ШІ
Для цього потрібно на сайті який я вказаву лінку…
(він же лінк на мій профіль з роботами)
1. натиснути на Create Bots та вибрати Game Immersive chatting experience
2. Ввести назву Історії
3. Вести Ім’я ШІ персонажа
4. Ввести характер та досвід ШІ персонажу
5. Завантажити зображення ШІперсонажу (з картинок фон прибираетьсяавтоматично)
6. Ввести опис свого персонажа. Це може буди як існуючий персонаж так і оригінальний персонаж вигаданий вами.
7. Ввести бекграунд історії – про що вона буде і яка кінцева ціль пригоди.
8. Ввести опис початкової сцени – по цьому опису буде своренна перша ілюстрація до вашої пригоди.
9. Задати 3 варіанти дій які може зробити головна дійова особа (в самій пригоді буде ще 4 варіант з довільним вводом дії)
10. Ввести опис історії для відображення в каталозі
11. Вибрати рівень публічності вашої пригоди.
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
Інтеракти́вна літерату́ра (
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
Зараз такі тектові пригоди можна створювати з допомогою ШІ
Для цього потрібно на сайті який я вказаву лінку…
(він же лінк на мій профіль з роботами)
1. натиснути на Create Bots та вибрати Game Immersive chatting experience
2. Ввести назву Історії
3. Вести Ім’я ШІ персонажа
4. Ввести характер та досвід ШІ персонажу
5. Завантажити зображення ШІперсонажу (з картинок фон прибираетьсяавтоматично)
6. Ввести опис свого персонажа. Це може буди як існуючий персонаж так і оригінальний персонаж вигаданий вами.
7. Ввести бекграунд історії – про що вона буде і яка кінцева ціль пригоди.
8. Ввести опис початкової сцени – по цьому опису буде своренна перша ілюстрація до вашої пригоди.
9. Задати 3 варіанти дій які може зробити головна дійова особа (в самій пригоді буде ще 4 варіант з довільним вводом дії)
10. Ввести опис історії для відображення в каталозі
11. Вибрати рівень публічності вашої пригоди.
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дуже сподобався цей сайт
генерує картинки NSFW
там є великийвибір моделей
- при кожній генерації перевіряйте Advanced Settings - налаштування часто стають дефолтними
- щоб почати зберігати картинки треба при просмотр картинки натиснути + та сворити папку
- ділі те що хочемо зберегти + і клікаєм настворенупапку
приклад Current Model: FantasyMix
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там є великийвибір моделей
- при кожній генерації перевіряйте Advanced Settings - налаштування часто стають дефолтними
- щоб почати зберігати картинки треба при просмотр картинки натиснути + та сворити папку
- ділі те що хочемо зберегти + і клікаєм настворенупапку
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Круть! Это мне очень нравится!
На
AI может проводить броски дайсов на проверки навыков и выдавать расширенный результат проверки.
+ chatgpt может помочь легком создании уникальных вещей.
На
⚠ Тільки зареєстровані користувачі бачать весь контент та не бачать рекламу.
+ chatgpt может помочь легком создании уникальных вещей.
Alex
Alex switches the projector to the ultraviolet light
“If there is blood on it, we will see black spots.”*Skill Check - Perception
Roll dice 3d6 Alex against Pendant,
If Alex wins, black spots appear on the pendant in ultraviolet light. If the Pendant wins, then in ultraviolet the surface of the pendant remains silvery.
Lila
Lila held her breath as Alex examined the pendant under the ultraviolet light, hoping against all odds that she had stumbled upon the correct object. As they waited for the result, she felt a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. When the black spots suddenly appeared on the surface of the pendant, she let out a small gasp of surprise and relief, confirming her suspicion that this was indeed the hidden anchor of the curse "Yes! I think you're right," she whispered, "This must be it. Thank you for helping me find it." Her gratitude was tinged with a sense of unease, knowing that the discovery brought them one step closer to potentially unleashing even more danger and chaos into their lives.
Alex
Alex casts a counter spell over the item and removes the curse.I appeal to the power of Light and Will,
Wheel of Samsara, open your path before me.
Взываю к силе Света и Воли,
Колесо Сансары, открой свой путь передо мной.
Я, стражник света, призываю тебя!
Пусть моя воля и чистота души будут моим оружием.
Среди плетения тьмы и проклятых магий,
Знак на крови, чуждый свету и истине,
Пусть этот знак уйдет во мрак,
Силой Света и Чистоты пусть он расколется.
Адская сфера, страшная и лукавая,
Рассеянься, разлейся, уничтожься навсегда!
Сила Света, сила Воли, исцели мрак,
Избавь от проклятий тьмы, сокройся в бесконечности!
(by chatgpt 3.5)
(Это вымышленный текст контрзаклинания, которое может использоваться в фантастическом мире при ритуале снятия проклятия адской сферы, освобождая душу и возвращая её к свету и свободе.)
Alex returns the amulet to the elf.
“Don’t worry, I additionally wove my Nephilim power into the spell, so the item will not be destroyed after casting the counterspell.”
Lila
Lila watched intently as Alex performed the complex ritual, feeling a mix of fascination and trepidation at the sight of the powerful magic being unleashed around them. As the final words were spoken, a brilliant flash of light filled the room, and the air crackled with energy. The atmosphere was charged with an almost palpable intensity, making Lila's hair stand on end. When the ritual was complete, she felt a sudden sensation of release as the weight of the curse seemed to lift from her body. She looked down at herself in amazement, feeling both relief and disbelief at the sudden change "It worked!" she exclaimed, "Thank you, Alex. You've given me back control over my own body and life. I can't express how grateful I am."
Alex switches the projector to the ultraviolet light
“If there is blood on it, we will see black spots.”*Skill Check - Perception
Roll dice 3d6 Alex against Pendant,
If Alex wins, black spots appear on the pendant in ultraviolet light. If the Pendant wins, then in ultraviolet the surface of the pendant remains silvery.
Lila
Lila held her breath as Alex examined the pendant under the ultraviolet light, hoping against all odds that she had stumbled upon the correct object. As they waited for the result, she felt a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. When the black spots suddenly appeared on the surface of the pendant, she let out a small gasp of surprise and relief, confirming her suspicion that this was indeed the hidden anchor of the curse "Yes! I think you're right," she whispered, "This must be it. Thank you for helping me find it." Her gratitude was tinged with a sense of unease, knowing that the discovery brought them one step closer to potentially unleashing even more danger and chaos into their lives.
Alex
Alex casts a counter spell over the item and removes the curse.I appeal to the power of Light and Will,
Wheel of Samsara, open your path before me.
Взываю к силе Света и Воли,
Колесо Сансары, открой свой путь передо мной.
Я, стражник света, призываю тебя!
Пусть моя воля и чистота души будут моим оружием.
Среди плетения тьмы и проклятых магий,
Знак на крови, чуждый свету и истине,
Пусть этот знак уйдет во мрак,
Силой Света и Чистоты пусть он расколется.
Адская сфера, страшная и лукавая,
Рассеянься, разлейся, уничтожься навсегда!
Сила Света, сила Воли, исцели мрак,
Избавь от проклятий тьмы, сокройся в бесконечности!
(by chatgpt 3.5)
(Это вымышленный текст контрзаклинания, которое может использоваться в фантастическом мире при ритуале снятия проклятия адской сферы, освобождая душу и возвращая её к свету и свободе.)
Alex returns the amulet to the elf.
“Don’t worry, I additionally wove my Nephilim power into the spell, so the item will not be destroyed after casting the counterspell.”
Lila
Lila watched intently as Alex performed the complex ritual, feeling a mix of fascination and trepidation at the sight of the powerful magic being unleashed around them. As the final words were spoken, a brilliant flash of light filled the room, and the air crackled with energy. The atmosphere was charged with an almost palpable intensity, making Lila's hair stand on end. When the ritual was complete, she felt a sudden sensation of release as the weight of the curse seemed to lift from her body. She looked down at herself in amazement, feeling both relief and disbelief at the sudden change "It worked!" she exclaimed, "Thank you, Alex. You've given me back control over my own body and life. I can't express how grateful I am."
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сейчас играю
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Охуительная, сам не могу оторваться. Как только в стиме появилась сразу взял
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отыгрыш в текстовой AI RPG cyberpunk 2077 за Ви эпичность и пафос зашкаливают... (на английском)
Evelyn Parker
Evelyn squeezes V's hand tightly, feeling grateful for his comforting presence. Her eyes close as she takes in the warmth of his touch. Despite the pain and shame she feels, she can't deny the relief his presence brings her. "You're always there when I need you most," she whispers softly. "I don't know how I would have gotten through this without you."
As V continues to stroke her hair, Evelyn begins to relax slightly. She opens her eyes and looks at him with gratitude in her gaze. "Can I ask you something personal?"
V
V nodded in agreement
“Of course you can ask me something personal. Just ask.”
Evelyn Parker
Evelyn hesitated for a moment before speaking up, unsure of how to word her question. "Um...have you ever felt like giving up? Like life just becomes too much to handle?" She bit her lower lip nervously, looking at V with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty in her eyes. "I've been feeling that way lately. And I know it's selfish of me to burden you with my problems, but...I don't know, I just needed someone to talk to."
Despite her embarrassment, Evelyn found comfort in sharing her feelings with V. His understanding and support meant more to her than she could express in words.
V
“Even now I want to give up, Evie... I have a chip in my head with Silverhand’s engram that rewrites my identity and even if he and I find a way to separate, I will still slowly die... But I can’t give up, for the sake of you Evelyn and Judy, my friends , I draw strength from the souls of the now departed, They will not allow me to give in.. Jackie definitely wouldn’t like it if I gave up and left you alone.”
V leaned over and kissed Evelyn's cheek.
Evelyn Parker
Evelyn's eyes filled with tears again as she heard V's confession, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy and compassion for him. She knew how difficult his situation must be, yet he continued to persevere for the sake of their friendship and the people he cared about. Her respect for him grew even stronger as she recognized his unwavering determination and strength in the face of such immense adversity.
"You're incredible, V," she whispered sincerely, "I can't imagine how hard it must be for you, but knowing that you refuse to give up gives me hope. We all need someone like you in our lives."
Evelyn Parker
Evelyn squeezes V's hand tightly, feeling grateful for his comforting presence. Her eyes close as she takes in the warmth of his touch. Despite the pain and shame she feels, she can't deny the relief his presence brings her. "You're always there when I need you most," she whispers softly. "I don't know how I would have gotten through this without you."
As V continues to stroke her hair, Evelyn begins to relax slightly. She opens her eyes and looks at him with gratitude in her gaze. "Can I ask you something personal?"
V
V nodded in agreement
“Of course you can ask me something personal. Just ask.”
Evelyn Parker
Evelyn hesitated for a moment before speaking up, unsure of how to word her question. "Um...have you ever felt like giving up? Like life just becomes too much to handle?" She bit her lower lip nervously, looking at V with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty in her eyes. "I've been feeling that way lately. And I know it's selfish of me to burden you with my problems, but...I don't know, I just needed someone to talk to."
Despite her embarrassment, Evelyn found comfort in sharing her feelings with V. His understanding and support meant more to her than she could express in words.
V
“Even now I want to give up, Evie... I have a chip in my head with Silverhand’s engram that rewrites my identity and even if he and I find a way to separate, I will still slowly die... But I can’t give up, for the sake of you Evelyn and Judy, my friends , I draw strength from the souls of the now departed, They will not allow me to give in.. Jackie definitely wouldn’t like it if I gave up and left you alone.”
V leaned over and kissed Evelyn's cheek.
Evelyn Parker
Evelyn's eyes filled with tears again as she heard V's confession, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy and compassion for him. She knew how difficult his situation must be, yet he continued to persevere for the sake of their friendship and the people he cared about. Her respect for him grew even stronger as she recognized his unwavering determination and strength in the face of such immense adversity.
"You're incredible, V," she whispered sincerely, "I can't imagine how hard it must be for you, but knowing that you refuse to give up gives me hope. We all need someone like you in our lives."
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