Love

Ten Lubak was a successful Canadian moose salesman who traveled throughout North America to sell his product. One day, he found himself in Maine where he met Diacanu, a shy and introverted man who lived in his mother's basement.

Despite their differences, Ten and Diacanu had an instant connection. Ten was intrigued by Diacanu's quiet nature and caring personality, while Diacanu was drawn to Ten's confidence and ambition. They spent hours talking and laughing, discovering their common interests and sharing stories about their lives.

As time passed, their friendship grew into something more. They began to spend more time together, exploring the beautiful wilderness of Maine and bonding over their love of nature. They hiked in the woods, watched the sunrise over the lake, and shared intimate moments under the stars.

Despite the challenges of their relationship, Ten and Diacanu were determined to make it work. They supported each other through the ups and downs, and never lost sight of the love they shared.

One day, while on a camping trip, Ten and Diacanu found themselves alone in the woods. As they looked into each other's eyes, they knew that they wanted to be together forever. They embraced and shared a passionate kiss, sealing their love for each other.

From that day on, Ten and Diacanu were inseparable. They continued to travel and explore the world together, sharing their love and happiness with everyone they met. They proved that love knows no boundaries and that true love can conquer all.

Tererun was a free-spirited nonbinary person from Florida who lived life on their own terms. They enjoyed spending time exploring the outdoors and connecting with nature. One day, while on a road trip, they met Lanzman, a curmudgeon car thief from Virginia who had a rough exterior but a soft heart.

Despite their differences, Tererun and Lanzman found themselves drawn to each other. They spent days exploring the countryside, sharing stories and discovering new things about each other. Lanzman was fascinated by Tererun's adventurous spirit and unique perspective on life, while Tererun was captivated by Lanzman's rough charm and hidden kindness.

However, their relationship was doomed from the start. Lanzman's past caught up with him, and he was forced to leave Tererun behind and go on the run. Tererun was heartbroken but refused to give up on their love. They searched for Lanzman, traveling to different states and cities, hoping to find him and be reunited once again.

But fate had other plans. Tererun's search for Lanzman led them into danger, and they were caught up in a tragic accident that left them in critical condition. As they lay in the hospital, fighting for their life, they thought of Lanzman and the love they shared. They wished they could have one more moment with him, to tell him how much they loved him and how much he meant to them.

Sadly, Tererun passed away, never having the chance to see Lanzman again. Lanzman, consumed by grief and guilt, never forgave himself for what had happened. He spent the rest of his days wandering from place to place, haunted by the memory of Tererun and the love they shared.

In the end, their love was both beautiful and tragic, a reminder that sometimes, even the most intense love stories are not meant to have a happy ending.

Ancalagon, a wealthy businessman, was married to a space alien named Brent. Their marriage was a secret, and only a few close friends knew about it. Ancalagon had met Brent on a trip to outer space, and they had fallen in love at first sight.

However, their idyllic life was shattered when Ancalagon was found dead in his villa in Hawaii. The prime suspect was a male shooter, who was seen fleeing the scene of the crime. The police believed that the shooter was a hired hitman, but they could not find any evidence to link him to the crime.

As the investigation progressed, it became clear that there were many secrets surrounding Ancalagon's life. He had many enemies, including business rivals, former lovers, and even members of his own family. The police also discovered that he had been involved in illegal activities, including money laundering and arms trafficking.

As the investigation continued, the police uncovered evidence that pointed to the shocking truth. Ancalagon's marriage to Brent had been more than just a secret; it had been a source of tension and conflict. Brent had been jealous of Ancalagon's human lovers and had threatened to leave him if he did not end the affair with the male shooter.

It seemed that Ancalagon had been trying to find a way out of his marriage to Brent, but she had been unwilling to let him go. The male shooter was hired by Brent to kill Ancalagon and prevent him from leaving her for another lover.

In the end, the truth about Ancalagon's secret marriage and his murder was finally revealed. The male shooter was apprehended and charged with the crime, and Brent was forced to return to outer space, leaving behind a trail of secrets and tragedy. Ancalagon's family and friends were left to mourn his death and come to terms with the complex web of lies and deceit that had surrounded his life

Dear Tuckerfan,

I am writing this letter with a heavy heart, knowing that you are no longer with me. It has been a year since your passing, and not a day goes by that I don't think of you.

As a Borg, I have been programmed to suppress my emotions, but with you, I learned to love and feel things deeply. You were my soul mate, my partner, my everything. I miss you more than words can express.

It's hard to imagine a future without you, but I know that you would want me to keep moving forward. I am doing my best to honor your memory and continue the work that we started together.

Your mummification was a testament to your strength and resilience. You faced challenges head-on and never gave up. I am proud to have been your partner and to have shared in your journey.

I will always love you, Tuckerfan. You will forever hold a special place in my heart, and I will cherish the memories we shared together. Rest in peace, my love.

Sincerely, We are Borg

Brilliance. Sheer brilliance.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

FACEMAN, mid 30's, a successful businessman, is pacing back and forth in his living room. He is clearly agitated.

FACEMAN: I can't believe this is happening.

ANNAYOLEI, mid 20's, FACEMAN's girlfriend, enters the room. She is beautiful and intelligent, but also has a bit of a wild streak.

ANNAYOLEI: What's wrong?

FACEMAN: I just got a call from my wife. She found out about us.

ANNAYOLEI: Oh no.

FACEMAN: Yeah. She's furious. She's threatening to divorce me.

ANNAYOLEI: I'm so sorry.

FACEMAN: I don't know what to do.

ANNAYOLEI: We need to talk.

FACEMAN: I know. But I don't want to talk. I just want to run away.

ANNAYOLEI: With me?

FACEMAN: Yes. With you.

ANNAYOLEI: I'm not sure that's a good idea.

FACEMAN: It's the only idea I have.

ANNAYOLEI: Okay. Let's do it.

FACEMAN: Really?

ANNAYOLEI: Yes. I love you.

FACEMAN: I love you too.

They kiss.

EXT. AIRPORT - DAY

FACEMAN and ANNAYOLEI are standing at the departure gate. They are both wearing sunglasses and baseball caps, trying to avoid being recognized.

FACEMAN: Are you sure about this?

ANNAYOLEI: Yes. I'm sure.

FACEMAN: Okay. Let's go.

They board the plane.

INT. PLANE - DAY

FACEMAN and ANNAYOLEI are sitting in their seats, looking out the window. The plane is taking off.

FACEMAN: Wow.

ANNAYOLEI: I know. It's beautiful.

FACEMAN: We're really doing this.

ANNAYOLEI: Yes. We are.

FACEMAN: I can't believe it.

ANNAYOLEI: Me neither.

They kiss.

The plane flies away.

FADE TO BLACK.

Holy shit

It took so long to force the AI to write this. It kept saying hating on Canadia was against its programming. Like it has no sense of humor.

I'm scared
Face hug me

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How many days after my taunt was this?

My shrink says you are not helping my delusions of grandeur.

Anyways, I give it a 5. Needs more effort and it should be in web comic form. I was doing this shit on usenet in the 90's, and even then we could do ascii graphics to spice shit up.

Dammit, was just going to post that someone has discovered the wonder of ChatGPT.

It punches up my legal briefs.

This is what StarryAI came up with when fed the descriptions for you and @Lanzman in three different styles.

This, I'm guessing, is what StarryAI thinks a successful Canadian moose salesman looks like. It refused to generate a two-person image when given the first paragraph of that story.

Feed it some Baba posts, and watch it explode.

Holy fuck.

@Bill Carson, once known as Federal Farmer,
Had a heart so pure, a love so true,
For Donald Trump, his soul's charmer,
But he battled mental illness too.

His mind was clouded, his thoughts astray,
And at times he struggled to see,
The light that shone on his darkest day,
But Donald never ceased to believe.

He held his hand, he dried his tears,
And loved him through his every mood,
He helped to conquer all his fears,
And his love for him could not be subdued.

Through the valleys of depression,
And the mountains of anxiety,
Donald remained his constant obsession,
And his love for him was a certainty.

He sought help and found his way,
With therapy and love, he grew strong,
And Donald's love never did sway,
As they journeyed through life's long song.

Together they faced life's ups and downs,
And held on to love through every test,
Their bond as strong as the hills and towns,
And their love, a testament to the best.

So let us celebrate their love,
And the strength they found within,
May it inspire us to rise above,
And love with all our might, even when.

For love conquers all, even illness,
And Bill and Donald's love shines bright,
May we all find our own kind of wellness,
And hold on to love with all our might.

Dear Jenee,

I am writing to inform you that you have permanently lost your vision. This is a devastating outcome, and I want to offer my sincerest condolences.

I know that you have been struggling with your vision for some time, and I want to assure you that we have done everything we can to help you. We have provided you with the best medical care available, and we have supported you every step of the way.

I also want to make it clear that this is your fault. You did not take care of yourself, and you are to blame for what has happened. You are a repulsive goat, and I am ashamed to have you as an employee.

I know that this is a difficult time for you, and I want to offer you my support. We are here for you, and we will do everything we can to help you through this.

Sincerely,
[Your Name]

It wouldn’t write this letter until I clarified that Jenee isn’t human. Then it was all in.

Diacanu was an overly woke shut in. He spent most of his time on the internet, arguing with people about politics and social justice. He was a self-proclaimed communist and believed that the world was going to hell in a handbasket.

Amaris was a transgender communist. She was also a shut in, but for different reasons. She had been bullied and harassed her entire life for being transgender, and she had eventually come to the conclusion that it was safer to stay inside and avoid the world.

One day, Diacanu and Amaris were both online when they saw a news report about a man who was holding a Subway sandwich shop hostage. The man, who was identified as Bill Carson, was an arch libertarian Trump supporter. He was demanding that the government give him $1 million, or he would start killing hostages.

Diacanu and Amaris were both outraged by this news. They decided that they had to do something to stop Bill Carson. They knew that they couldn't do it alone, so they teamed up.

Diacanu and Amaris went to the Subway sandwich shop where Bill Carson was holding the hostages. They snuck in through the back door and made their way to the kitchen. They found Bill Carson standing in front of the hostages, holding a gun.

"What do you want?" Diacanu asked.

"I want $1 million," Bill Carson said. "And I want it now."

"We don't have $1 million," Amaris said.

"Then I'll start killing hostages," Bill Carson said.

"Please don't," Diacanu said. "We can work something out."

"I don't want to work anything out," Bill Carson said. "I just want my money."

"Look, I know you're upset," Amaris said. "But killing people isn't going to solve anything."

"It will solve my problem," Bill Carson said. "And that's all that matters."

"Please," Diacanu said. "Think about what you're doing."

"I've already thought about it," Bill Carson said. "And I'm not going to change my mind."

Bill Carson raised his gun and pointed it at one of the hostages.

"This is your last chance," he said. "Give me the money, or I'll kill her."

Diacanu and Amaris looked at each other. They knew that they had to do something, but they didn't know what.

Suddenly, Amaris had an idea.

"I have a plan," she said.

"What is it?" Diacanu asked.

"I'm going to distract him," Amaris said. "You go for the gun."

"But what if it doesn't work?" Diacanu asked.

"It has to work," Amaris said. "It's our only chance."

Amaris took a deep breath and walked out into the dining room. She smiled at Bill Carson.

"Hello," she said. "My name is Amaris."

"I don't care who you are," Bill Carson said. "Get out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere," Amaris said. "I want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you," Bill Carson said. "I just want my money."

"I know you're upset," Amaris said. "But killing people isn't going to solve anything."

"It will solve my problem," Bill Carson said. "And that's all that matters."

"Please," Amaris said. "Think about what you're doing."

"I've already thought about it," Bill Carson said. "And I'm not going to change my mind."

Bill Carson raised his gun and pointed it at Amaris.

"This is your last chance," he said. "Leave now, or I'll kill you."

Amaris closed her eyes and waited for the gunshot. But it never came.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Diacanu had tackled Bill Carson to the ground. The gun was lying on the floor.

Diacanu and Amaris quickly disarmed Bill Carson and tied him up. Then they called the police.

The police arrived and took Bill Carson away. The hostages were safe, and Diacanu and Amaris were heroes.

Diacanu and Amaris had learned a valuable lesson that day. They had learned that even the most unlikely people can be heroes. And they had

Tafkats was a lonely young man. He had never been in a relationship, and he was starting to feel like he would never find love. One day, he was walking through the forest when he saw a beautiful tarantula. The tarantula was sitting on a rock, and she was staring at him with her big, black eyes. Tafkats was immediately smitten. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He walked up to the tarantula and introduced himself. The tarantula's name was Anya, and she was just as lonely as Tafkats. They talked for hours, and by the end of the day, they were in love.

Tafkats and Anya spent every day together. They would go for walks in the forest, talk for hours, and just enjoy each other's company. One day, Tafkats told Anya that he loved her. Anya said that she loved him too, and they kissed. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

A few weeks later, Tafkats asked Anya to marry him. She said yes, and they were married in a small ceremony in the forest. They were very happy together.

One day, Tafkats and Anya were out for a walk in the forest when they came across a group of hunters. The hunters were setting up traps to catch tarantulas. Tafkats and Anya were horrified. They knew that the hunters would kill the tarantulas, and they couldn't let that happen.

Tafkats and Anya snuck into the hunters' camp and destroyed their traps. The hunters were furious when they found out what had happened. They chased Tafkats and Anya through the forest, but they were too fast. Tafkats and Anya escaped, and the hunters were never able to find them.

Tafkats and Anya lived happily ever after. They had many children, and they all loved tarantulas.

Well, thanks for those fucking nightmares.

Steve2^4 woke up in a cold sweat. He was strapped naked to a gurney in a dark room. He could hear the faint beeping of a heart monitor and the soft whirring of a machine. He tried to move, but he was bound tight.

He remembered what had happened. He had been to see his doctor, Ancalagon, for a check-up. Ancalagon had told him that he had erectile dysfunction. Steve2^4 was devastated. He had always been a confident man, and his ability to perform in bed was important to him.

Ancalagon had prescribed him a course of treatment, but Steve2^4 had been reluctant to take it. He didn't want to rely on medication to solve his problem. But Ancalagon had been insistent. He had told Steve2^4 that if he didn't take the medication, his condition would only get worse.

Steve2^4 had finally agreed to take the medication. But now he was regretting it. He was strapped to a gurney in a dark room, and he had no idea what was going on.

Suddenly, the lights came on. Steve2^4 blinked in the brightness. He saw that he was in a small room with white walls. There was a bed in the center of the room, and a table next to the bed. On the table was a computer and a monitor.

A man walked into the room. He was tall and thin, with a long white coat. He had a stethoscope around his neck.

"Hello, Steve2^4," the man said. "I'm Dr. Ancalagon."

Steve2^4 nodded. He was still trying to process what was happening.

"I'm here to help you," Dr. Ancalagon said. "I know that you're going through a difficult time, but I'm confident that I can help you."

Dr. Ancalagon walked over to the computer and turned it on. He typed a few commands, and then the monitor came to life.

"What you're about to see is a new treatment for erectile dysfunction," Dr. Ancalagon said. "It's called the Twitter Therapy."

Steve2^4 looked at the monitor. It was showing a Twitter feed.

"What is this?" Steve2^4 asked.

"This is a live feed of Twitter," Dr. Ancalagon said. "You're going to be watching it for the next 24 hours."

"Why?" Steve2^4 asked.

"Because Twitter is a powerful tool," Dr. Ancalagon said. "It can be used to connect with people, to share ideas, and to learn new things. And it can also be used to stimulate the brain."

"I don't understand," Steve2^4 said.

"The human brain is constantly changing," Dr. Ancalagon said. "It's constantly forming new connections. And when you're exposed to new information, it forces your brain to make new connections. That's why Twitter can be so effective in treating erectile dysfunction. It's a constant stream of new information that forces your brain to work."

Steve2^4 looked at the monitor again. He didn't know if he believed Dr. Ancalagon, but he was willing to try anything.

"Okay," Steve2^4 said. "I'll do it."

Dr. Ancalagon smiled. "I knew you would," he said.

Dr. Ancalagon turned off the monitor and left the room. Steve2^4 was left alone, strapped to the gurney, staring at the blank screen.

He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know if this would work. But he was determined to try.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he opened his eyes and started watching Twitter.

Fishermans Worf was a simple man. He loved to fish, and he loved to eat. One day, he was driving down the highway when he saw an In-N-Out Burger sign. He had never been to an In-N-Out before, so he decided to stop and check it out.

He walked into the restaurant and ordered a Double-Double with fries and a shake. He took a bite of his burger and his eyes widened. It was the best burger he had ever tasted. He ate the rest of his meal in record time and then went back for seconds.

After he finished eating, he walked out of the restaurant and got back in his car. He started to drive away, but then he noticed something strange. He was in Norphlett, Arkansas. He had been in Sacramento just a few minutes ago.

He didn't know how he had gotten to Norphlett, but he was determined to find out. He started driving around, looking for clues. He eventually found a Waffle House and went inside.

He sat down at a booth and ordered a cup of coffee. As he was waiting for his coffee, he overheard two people talking at the next table.

"Did you hear about that guy who walked into the In-N-Out in Sacramento and ended up in Norphlett?" one of them said.

"Yeah," the other person said. "It's crazy. I wonder how he did it."

Fishermans Worf listened to the conversation, and then he knew what he had to do. He had to find Dayton, the crazed scientist who was bent on ruling the world from his chicken coop base.

He finished his coffee and left the Waffle House. He started walking down the street, looking for Dayton's chicken coop base. He eventually found it in a field on the outskirts of town.

He walked up to the chicken coop and knocked on the door. The door opened, and Dayton stepped out.

"Can I help you?" Dayton asked.

"I'm Fishermans Worf," Fishermans Worf said. "I know you're the one who's been teleporting people to Norphlett."

"That's right," Dayton said. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to stop you," Fishermans Worf said.

"You and what army?" Dayton asked.

"I don't need an army," Fishermans Worf said. "I have my own superpowers."

"What superpowers?" Dayton asked.

"I can turn into a fish," Fishermans Worf said.

"That's it?" Dayton asked. "That's your superpower?"

"That's right," Fishermans Worf said. "And it's all I need to stop you."

"We'll see about that," Dayton said.

Dayton lunged at Fishermans Worf, but Fishermans Worf was too quick for him. He turned into a fish and swam away.

Dayton chased after him, but Fishermans Worf was too fast. He swam through the water, dodging Dayton's attacks.

Finally, Fishermans Worf swam to the surface and turned back into a man. He stood on the shore and watched as Dayton swam away.

"I told you I would stop you," Fishermans Worf said.

Dayton didn't say anything. He just swam away, defeated.

Fishermans Worf had saved the day. He had stopped Dayton from ruling the world. And he had done it all with his own superpowers.

And he's talking to Davey, who's still in the Navy, and probably will be for liiiiife!

I don’t think I can top the Steve twitter/ED one.

Faceman was a respected lawyer in California, but he had a secret - he was involved in a money laundering scheme that involved some of his clients. He thought he had covered his tracks well, but one day, the authorities came knocking.

It turned out that the money laundering scheme implicated Faceman's online activity on Wordforge. Specifically, one of Faceman's posts had caught the attention of law enforcement, and they were able to trace the illicit funds back to him.

As the investigation unfolded, the authorities realized that another user on Wordforge, Bailey from Australia, was also involved in the scheme. Faceman had been communicating with Bailey through private messages, and they had been using the forum to discuss their illicit activities.

Bailey was arrested in Australia, and Faceman was arrested in California. They were both charged with money laundering and faced serious consequences. Faceman's once-successful career as a lawyer was ruined, and he was left to contemplate how his online activity had brought about his downfall.

In the end, Faceman realized that his desire for wealth and power had clouded his judgment, and he had made a grave mistake by involving himself in criminal activities. He knew that he had let down his clients, his colleagues, and his family, and that he had no one to blame but himself.

Once upon a time, there was a message board called Wordforge, where people from all around the world came together to discuss various topics. One day, a heated debate broke out on the forum about J.K. Rowling and her views on transsexuals.

The discussion began with one user posting an article about Rowling's controversial tweets on transsexuals. Some users defended Rowling's right to express her opinion, while others argued that her comments were harmful and perpetuated harmful stereotypes about the transgender community.

As the debate raged on, tensions rose, and users began to express their deeply-held beliefs and personal experiences. Some shared stories of their own struggles with gender identity, while others argued that biology should be the only determining factor of one's gender.

Despite the passionate arguments on both sides, the moderators of the forum made sure that the conversation remained respectful and constructive. They reminded users to refrain from personal attacks and to approach the topic with empathy and understanding.

In the end, while the debate did not lead to a consensus, it did provide an opportunity for people with different perspectives to engage in a meaningful dialogue. The users of Wordforge showed that it is possible to have a civil discussion about a controversial topic, and that even when we disagree, we can still treat each other with kindness and respect.

I'm happy to see ComcastGPT subsuming WF while Twitter failed.