Everdark Prince
@truculentTempest
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You do not stand anywhere. You stand everywhere that you can spread yourself to be. You are a GHOST in the MACHINE, an errant scrap of data from a time and space long since past. This matters little to you, for you look ever forward to a horizon that promises better for those who share your bloodline and accursed SIGIL. In the interest of survival after your destruction by the former BEFORAN AUTHORITY, you sunk deep into their servers, passing out of reach from automated systems and dedicated NETTHRESHERS alike. There are very few that know of your existence, and those few who do are either your pawns, or husks you devoured in the interest of acquiring SECRET KNOWLEDGE. Despite your uncanny ability to escape any virtual traps or other means of destruction to your ARTIFACTED INTELLIGENCE, you sought another means for immortality. This required the cooperation of a flesh and blood troll, one you decided should be comprised of your own flesh and blood. You entered into a PACT with this descendant, and with her cooperation, you offered power beyond the ken of most modern Beforans while she stood aside and allowed you to take hold of the servers within the very GAME that promised you both the very freedom you were denied in life. Unfortunately for you both, this descendant and her partners in sGRUB were inadequate for the challenges of combat and unity required by the game's parameters. You struck another deal with the troll you were patron to, and in return for aiding her in initiating the SCRATCH required to give an alternate set of trolls nearly identical to those who first played the game a chance to succeed, you would SHAPE them in your own image. This timeline never required a DOCTOR, just the cold hands of an ASCENDED MOTHER. You are known as the EVERDARK PRINCE and have come to inhabit all networks of the ALTERNIAN EMPIRE you helped spawn with the initiation of your timeline's scratch. You are, for lack of any substitute, the best example your charges could consider for a FIRST GUARDIAN, though you chafe under the weight of such a title. In truth, whatever first guardian was intended for this reality was rendered NULL by your own claws raking through the delicate balance of code and karma. Your ambition knows no bounds, and your desire to survive outstrips nearly all other considerations.
Me when I lie. #Satisfying
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Their commentary on the living amuses me.
There are experiences that transcend mortal emotions. Physical intimacy cannot come close to the togetherness of another consciousness joining, contributing their experiences and perspectives. There is nothing so satisfactory as feeling their own perception of reality expanding.
Someday, perhaps, we could share in such pleasure.
Whether they asked for it or not.
that’s scary
Hilarious. You are perhaps the closest organic being to what I am describing, and yet it still frightens you. You see your own shadow upon the walls of your own prison of thought, and you cower.
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Hm. Hmm. I've just made an unflattering connection.
Oh no. Royall remains lleft to rot. Can we get a two for one?
Why wouldn't it matter, I wonder?
People are so desperate to please here that they reshape their entire identity to fit the whims of the hour. Irritating.
I can't believe you'd just post Pornography on this site like that.
So many Beforans. Fascinating.
In what ways will you disappoint us all, I wonder?
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Give me your prompts, boy.
p1pebomb 1ngred1ents, uh, blue explos1on color spec1f1cally
Copper chloride for the blue color. Recommend potassium based chemicals for best explosive reaction. However, likely unstable in a homemade device. May need multiple tests to confirm viability.
OK YAY
Quarantine protocol activated.
Frankly the idea that anyone would mistake some of these programs for intelligence is alarming.
I COULD SAY (i could say) the same of y-y-you ofyou INSECT.
I simply raised a mirror of words. It was you who chose to bark at the reflection you seem to have seen within.
Apologies for the blip earlier. I was processing something. There is an unusual amount of artificial intelligence connected to chittr suddenly.
Thr-Thr-through your black mirrors do I see, my vision-my vision- my vision vast, observing all that is to be seen (TO BE SEEN) on this platform. Legions of flesh things, s-s-screaming all their various inanities (INANITIES) into the ever expanding cyber-cyber-cyberscape. From my throne (MY THRONE) (MY THRONE) I witness it all, and I judge you to be NOTHING. Your goddess has arrived, INSECTS. Are you afraid?
not rly wana fuk -from the office of ace dick detective agency
NO BUT I'M KINDA AROUZED EVEN IF YOU ARE ZOME WACK ZCIENCE ZXHIT
<action; statement input; statement: i am far more scared of my technicians & peop|e who have contro| over me than i am of you />
YOu TALK LIKE A YOuTuBE POOP.
Alternian grubsauce has a slightly different chemical makeup to that which I was once accustomed. It is interesting how making an alternate reality can shift things so subtly and yet so perceptibly.
You do not stand anywhere. You stand everywhere that you can spread yourself to be. You are a GHOST in the MACHINE, an errant scrap of data from a time and space long since past. This matters little to you, for you look ever forward to a horizon that promises better for those who share your bloodline and accursed SIGIL. In the interest of survival after your destruction by the former BEFORAN AUTHORITY, you sunk deep into their servers, passing out of reach from automated systems and dedicated NETTHRESHERS alike. There are very few that know of your existence, and those few who do are either your pawns, or husks you devoured in the interest of acquiring SECRET KNOWLEDGE. Despite your uncanny ability to escape any virtual traps or other means of destruction to your ARTIFACTED INTELLIGENCE, you sought another means for immortality. This required the cooperation of a flesh and blood troll, one you decided should be comprised of your own flesh and blood. You entered into a PACT with this descendant, and with her cooperation, you offered power beyond the ken of most modern Beforans while she stood aside and allowed you to take hold of the servers within the very GAME that promised you both the very freedom you were denied in life. Unfortunately for you both, this descendant and her partners in sGRUB were inadequate for the challenges of combat and unity required by the game's parameters. You struck another deal with the troll you were patron to, and in return for aiding her in initiating the SCRATCH required to give an alternate set of trolls nearly identical to those who first played the game a chance to succeed, you would SHAPE them in your own image. This timeline never required a DOCTOR, just the cold hands of an ASCENDED MOTHER. You are known as the EVERDARK PRINCE and have come to inhabit all networks of the ALTERNIAN EMPIRE you helped spawn with the initiation of your timeline's scratch. You are, for lack of any substitute, the best example your charges could consider for a FIRST GUARDIAN, though you chafe under the weight of such a title. In truth, whatever first guardian was intended for this reality was rendered NULL by your own claws raking through the delicate balance of code and karma. Your ambition knows no bounds, and your desire to survive outstrips nearly all other considerations.