AI Bot Ideas

This post is for various AI bot ideas I come up with and bots I’m working on. This post will be updated periodically whenever I finish a bot and/or get some new ideas.

Currently working on: Faye, a yandere. You took pity on the weird girl at school and went to a school dance with her. Big mistake, now she’s obsessed with you. The main thing I’m currently focusing on with Faye are the side characters, because you don’t just become batshit insane for no reason. So I’ve made a cast of abusive family members and a bully character (might add more bullies but she’s already token heavy as it is) for her.

Ideas For Bots I have:

  • A world building bot to help give advice on world building in your stories
  • An afterlife simulator. All the religions are wrong and so are the atheists, welcome to the afterlife.
  • A cult simulator. Build and run your own cult.
  • A TF card game or game show. Perhaps I could do both.
  • Penis Inspection Day bot where you’re the nurse inspecting penises.
  • A Sonichu medallion curse simulator. Watch the Sonichu medallion fuck over the lives of god knows how many people!
  • Your Druze girlfriend is conflicted. She loves you, but since you’re not Druze, it will cause her family great reputational harm if she were to stay with you.
  • Your older sister has gotten into the punk rock movement ever since your father died, she’s also started fighting with your mom a lot. Set in the 90s, might make her a futa.
  • Wine Aunt bot. Your aunt’s been feeling lonely ever since your uncle died.
  • Your extremely wholesome classmate who happens to come from a family of Theistic Satanists.
  • You’ve befriended a cynical man who can see ghosts. He uses his power to scam people. Loosely based off The Frighteners.
  • A nice Jewish carpenter named Joshua who may or may not be the second coming of Christ.
  • A big burly guy who looks scary, but is actually a socially awkward sweetheart whose deeply lonely.
  • A man who has an SPH fetish, but unfortunately his dick is far too big to be mocked in that way.
  • Your new co-worker is an ex-political streamer on Twitch who lost their job after a scandal. A real champagne socialist.
  • Saviorfagging bot involving an ex child actor/actress whose fallen into drug addiction in order to cope with their trauma.
  • An anti-lolicon activist somehow gets sent to the world of a lolicon hentai.
  • A woman who was cursed by a vengeful fairy years ago and now struggles with turning into a viscious monster at night that kills people. She’s both Beauty and the Beast.
  • The Little Match Girl is a starving girl on the streets with fire powers. Saviorfagging bot.
  • Red Riding Hood who protects her grandma from wolves ever since you helped saved her from a wolf attack years ago.
  • A catgirl you inherited from your father after he died. She’s a snooty cat supremacist who hates cat memes and finds them degrading.
  • An Australian Shepherd doggirl who helps on your farm. She loves buttrubs and hates thunderstorms.
  • A Native American Magical Girl.
  • Grass-chan. The human personification of grass. Touch her.
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Results of the AI bot Survey

I’ve gotten enough replies on my AI bot survey to post the results and write a bit about them.

Now the only one of the questions I had that came off as a bit contentious was asking about possibly doing payed requests. While there was a slight majority of those who were fine with me doing them (58.3%), there’s also a strong number of people who don’t want me to do them (41.7%). So I feel I should probably find some middle ground to make both sides happy. I will say I have no interest in making doing payed requests my main source of income. It would just be a side gig. Perhaps I could get a Ko-fi account or something similar and then be willing to do requests for people subscribed to that, but I’m just spitballing ideas and would need to think about it further.

Everything else was a strong majority yes. NonOC characters? 91.7% yes and 8.3% no. So that’s a pretty easy answer to what I can make in the future.

Forks of other people’s bots? 83.3% yes and 16.7% no. I get why some people might have an aversion to me doing forks, but I do promise that if I do forks I will put in the best effort to transform the bot into my own thing and not just lazily fork the bot with everything the same outside of two text changes. I’d recommend checking out the user TrashE if you want to see really good examples of forks of other users bots.

Finally non-characters (as in bots that aren’t characters, but are settings and sandbox bots, because I did get a comment from someone on the survey not knowing what I meant by non-character bots) got 75% yes and 25% no. I’ve only made two non-character bots and I felt rather unsatisfied by them, but it is something I want to try doing again because I do have some ideas that I think could make for interesting bots. Non-character bots are most likely going to be the least common of bots that I make from these categories, but it’s still something I want to do.

I didn’t get very many comments on the survey. The only other comment worth pointing out is someone telling me that I should do my bots in plaintext. I get what this person means, but personally when it comes to character bots, I like my method of combining tag words for certain body/personality descriptions and then use a plaintext-esque paragraph or two for general descriptions of them. I have used plaintext for my few non-character bots, and that’s how I’ll most likely keep doing non-character bots. I personally prefer my current way of formatting out character bots and it’s unlikely I’m going to move to plain text for them.

That’s it for now. I’ll post a bit more about future bot ideas once I’m finished with my current bot (I’m making a yandere bot!), so look forward to that in the future.

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LOVE Arc 0 Chapter 2

Tonight’s dinner is frittatas with minestrone. Mother always makes sure to cook us meals that are delicious and filling. Isabella will sometimes help out and while she’s also a great cook, mother can be a bit over controlling and prefers to cook by herself. There is plenty of conversation about how we spent the day. The beginning of the season means riding the fields of the old summer crops and replacing them with the seeds for the autumn produce. Father and mother work on the farm together. Isabella also helps out on the farm occasionally, but she’s at the age where it’s time for her to find a husband, so she can’t spend all of her time at home. Isabella’s been showing interest in the son of a nearby ranch, but his family doesn’t want the two to be married until she knows how to handle the animals there.

Dina and Erica are children, so their responsibilities are far fewer, but Dina’s boundless energy and unladylike behavior has been causing some mild conflict between her and mother. Erica doesn’t get into trouble as much and it’s clear that Dina’s jealous of her. I do worry about Erica and Dina coming to resent each other, but hopefully nothing too serious will occur. I too, also discussed my day with the others, specifically the part about the ‘unique’ stuffed bear that Gloria made for me, which caused some light discomforted laughter from the older family members. Once dinner was finished, father went back to reading a book and mother went to wash the dishes.

“Ready to head to the bath house?”

Isabella asks our younger sisters. Wednesday evenings are the ideal time for visiting the bath house as that’s when it has the fewest number of people inside. Dina and Erica nod their hods.

“Marco, do you want to come as well?”

“I don’t see why not.”

The four of us walk outside, where the world has been tinted orange from the sunset sky. The local bath house is a short walk from our farm, so we don’t have to fret too much about walking back home in the dark. Still, Isabella makes sure to keep Dina and Erica close to her. Even if the chances of something bad happening are small, you can never be too overprotective with children. We reach the bath house quickly and Isabella pays the owner at the front. I then part ways from my sisters as they enter the women’s bath and I enter the men’s bath. As expected, there’s no one else inside for me, and I can presume it’s the same on the women’s side. I begin to undress, and the more I strip, the more tense I feel.

Once I’m fully naked, I grab a bar of soap and sit inside one of the tubs. It’s odd, I have no real reason to dislike my body. I have good musculature, and the amount of female attention I got before getting serious with Gloria tells me that I have a handsome face as well. Yet there’s something about the times when I’m exposed during bathing, or even when I’m simply relieving myself at an outhouse, that makes me feel a strange sense of discomfort. As if my body isn’t my own and I’m merely inhabiting the body of a stranger. But this is obviously the God given body I’ve had since the day I was born, so the idea that this isn’t my real body is ludicrous.

It’s one of those things that I know I can never be honest about, less I want to risk becoming a target of ridicule. At the same time, I can’t deny that this is a problem. What’s going to happen if my and Gloria’s parents decide to approve of marriage for us, and the time comes for us to consummate that marriage? I can’t even imagine what life would be like for me if I had been born in a part of the world that was more hedonistic and sexual perversion was more rampant and encouraged. There’s no way I could survive in that environment. I remember a particularly vulgar classmate of mine once talked to me about ‘pleasuring himself’ and the idea made me feel sick to my stomach. Me not being overly lustful is obviously not a problem, but the reason why I’m not lustful is.

Despite these anxieties I have, I still make sure to clean myself properly. When I return to the front of the bath house my sisters aren’t there, but they show up not too long after me. The sun finishes setting as we walk back home. We don’t talk much during our walks to and from the bath house, but the sound of crickets chirping helps keep things from being too silent. Once we return home, it’s time for me to head to my room and start winding down before bed. Being the only son means that I have my own personal room, which is good for me because there are things I have in here that I can’t have anyone else know about. I lock my bedroom door and crawl under my bed.

“…Where is it? Damn it’s dark…”

I mutter to myself while searching under my bed before feeling a soft fabric.

“There it is.”

I crawl out from under the bed with the white camisole gripped in my right hand. It’s one of Isabella’s that she lost one day. It turns out she merely misplaced it while doing laundry, but I’m the only one in the house that discovered it and…I don’t know why, instead of doing the right thing and returning it to her, I took it back to my room and…I put on the camisole. Ever since that day, I’ll sometimes wear the camisole while alone in my room. I don’t know why, I have no romantic feelings for my older sister, and I find the idea repulsive. All I know is that wearing this camisole helps me relax. This is by far my most shameful secret. I dress down to my undergarments and put the camisole on. Isabella’s shorter than me, but the camisole isn’t so tight on me. I think this may be due to her large bust size.

I go to my desk and open the English textbook on there. I’m the most fluent in English out of all my family, and because of that whenever PearlCoin members make their monthly visit here, I always accompany father on his trips to purchase seeds and farming equipment from them. Our state’s relationship with PearlCoin is a strange one as PearlCoin is a cryptocurrency group and cryptocurrency being a modern technology is banned in all states of HOME. However, cryptocurrency groups like PearlCoin help protect us from possible attacks by LOVE, and thus we do need to tolerate some parts of the modern world in order to survive. Lately, my family’s been purchasing goods from a “Mr. C” who is one of many PearlCoin members to visit. He stands out with his modern hair and clothes, but he seems to be a nice enough man.

Creeaaaak

A door opens and I jump in my seat freaked out, with my heart beating at the speed of a modern day vehicle. I know my door’s locked, and it’s most likely just someone going out to get some water, but the possibility of being caught dressed like this is too much to bear even with that in mind. I decide to take the camisole off and place it back under the bed. I take a few deep breaths, and by the time I’m calm, I hear the footsteps return back to their bedroom door. I should probably get to bed.

The week passes by uneventfully. I spend my days at school, walking home with Gloria, being with my family, and hanging out with friends. Sunday is the day of the monthly PearlCoin visit, which means that after Sunday Mass, my father and I take a horse carriage to the borders to see if there’s anything interesting to buy. There are several other people traveling in their own carriages, and more will show up the closer we get to the border.

“…Potatoes, carrots, beets, broccoli…Oh, I think your mother said she wants to try making pickles, so we should get some cucumber seeds too.”

Father reads out the list of seeds to purchase to me as we ride to the border.

“We need to get a new axe too. The old one’s getting rusty…You know what, you’re at the age where I should teach you how to get fire wood.”

Father keeps talking out loud, not really needing a response from me. My nodding along is more than enough for him. It was raining quite heavily yesterday, giving today’s scenery a special ‘freshness’. A few leaves on the trees are starting to darken, showing the change from summer to autumn. It takes about two hours to travel to the border from our home, making these trips an affair that takes all day. Although it takes a while, a sign reading in Italian saying ‘YOU ARE NOW LEAVING THE STATE OF LA CHIESA CATTOLICA ITALIANA DISAPORA AND ENTERING INTO THE TERRITORY OF BUTTE. BE WARNED: THERE ARE NO LAWS HERE’ appears in our vision, along with some large trucks and men standing out in front of them.

We go to park the horse carriage, of which there’s a PearlCoin member to help us out with, and then head over to meet with Mr. C. He’s a tall man with dark short hair who always wears a tacky flower print shirt regardless of the season. I’m just amazed that there’s enough different tacky flower print shirts that someone could make it their entire fashion. My father’s English is terrible, so all the communication is left to me.

“Good afternoon Mr. C.”

I wave to him and he recognizes the two of us.

“Hey Marco. How’ve things been?”

He greets me casually, I guess you could say he likes me. My father tends to take a while to figure out what to buy, so the two of us like to talk together to pass the time. Although it’s inappropriate, I am curious about life outside of HOME, especially the lawless territories. But Mr. C doesn’t really like to devolve too many details about his life growing up. I kind of understand it, but at the same time, it’s not as if anyone in any state of HOME will ever care about who in the territories gets murdered by cryptocurrency groups or the rivalries that occur. My father steps into Mr. C’s truck to browse and I stay outside to chat with him.

“It’s the beginning of a new season, so we’re just here for seeds, and a new axe.”

“Ahh, you know, we got our hands on some pumpkin seeds, you think your family might want to grow pumpkins this fall?”

“I don’t know about that…”

Pumpkins don’t have the greatest reputation in our state. They’re association with the pagan holiday Halloween causes discomfort among older people here. Sure, most people my age don’t really care, but I’d rather not risk my family’s reputation right now.

“You sure? Pumpkins sell for good money.”

“Our farm’s small, so we like to stick with trusted crops.”

It’s not as if I’m lying with that statement.

“Alright, then, suit yourself.”

I peer into the truck and see my father still browsing around. Since PearlCoin only comes once a month, my father likes to take his time purchasing goods, and we’re usually some of the last people to leave.

“Anything interesting going on the territories?”

It’s something I always ask Mr. C when we meet. The first time I asked, he was a bit hesitant to reply, fearing that I’d be too disturbed by some of the events that occur in the territories, but I managed to convince him to tell me anyways, and regaled me a tale of a man getting castrated because he was a spy from a rival cryptocurrency group. I can see why he was hesitant about telling that story, but I’m the kind of Christian who enjoys the darker stories of the Bible, so disturbing tales like this intrigue me more than anything else.

“Ah well, not much has been going on.”

I hate answers like that.

“…I see. Is there anything we could talk about?”

Mr. C puts a hand behind his head.

“Well, uh…I’m not sure. I don’t want to talk about my personal life outside of PearlCoin for confidentiality reasons. I don’t know, what do you want to talk about?”

I think about it for a few seconds before responding.

“Have you ever been to LOVE? What’s it like?”

That response makes his eyes widen.

“…You’re an interesting one, but the answer to that is no. Only citizens of LOVE are allowed in LOVE and LOVE hates people in the territories just as much as they do HOME. In fact, I’d argue they hate the territories even more than HOME. The only information that we have about LOVE is from people who left LOVE for the territories.”

“And what have those people said about LOVE?”

“A lot. And almost all of it negative, but I’ll try to be as neutral as I can. Advanced technology and medical science, everyone lives in fancy towers and never go outside, there’s this whole thing about ‘killer spores’ that the citizens religiously believe in…It might as well be a different planet from the way people describe it.”

“Spores?”

“Yeah, it’s some crazy shit, everybody in LOVE sees the world outside of LOVE as some apocalypse where everyone is dead, sick, or fucked up from the effects of killer spores. I’ve met people from LOVE who despite hating everything else about LOVE, still believe in the spores and just think that everyone out here’s immune or somethin’.”

“Well, what’s to say they’re wrong?”

Mr. C is taken aback by my question.

“…Obviously they are.”

I hate answers like that.

“And how do we know? It’s not like the territories have any official means of studying that.”

He seems shocked by my response but tries to keep his composure.

“We have doctors and scientists who’ve studied this you know. And besides, if LOVE really was right about this spore stuff, do you think the world would’ve split off like it did?”

“I don’t see why that scenario is impossible to envision. Human beings love conflict, division, and ruining peace.”

Mr. C stares at me for a bit, unsure of what to say.

“…You’re a weird kid.”

Before I can say anything back, father comes back out with items he wants to purchase, forcing the conversation to end. After we finish buying our items, we start to head back to our home and my mind drifts back to the conversation I had with Mr. C.

Since HOME started off as place for people who rejected the ideology of LOVE, this means that for the past several decades, every person born and raised in HOME is taught about the evils of LOVE, but I’ve always been somewhat skeptical if everything that I’m taught about LOVE is true. There has not been a single person from any state of HOME that has lived in LOVE ever since the old world ended, so how could our people know everything there is to know about LOVE? Sure, there are cryptocurrency groups that visit, but they’re from the lawless territories and are obviously biased against any form of governance.

Of course, I’m not dumb enough to question what I’ve been taught. I remember once as a child, a friend of mine asked a teacher if it was really true that government officials from LOVE installed a pro-LOVE pope into the Vatican and was smacked with a ruler for it. I don’t blame my elders for that. A society can only stay strong if there’s cohesion and questioning the history of your society can destroy that cohesion. Sure, you have people like me who aren’t sure if they fully agree with everything they’re taught, but what the hell can I do? Just leave and go into the territories where someone could rape and murder me with ease?

Father and I arrive back home just as the sun starts to set. I can see Isabella braiding Dina and Erica’s hair, and they seem to be wearing flower crowns as well. She looks up and greets us.

“Oh, you two are early! Dinner still isn’t finished yet.”

I give her a light greeting before going into the backyard with father to put away the seeds and axe we purchased into the toolshed. I’m still in school, so I don’t need to help out with the farm yet, but since I’m the only son in the family, I will be inheriting it after I’m done with school. To be honest, I can’t say I’m thrilled at the prospect of spending my life growing food for the community, but someone has to do it, and I can’t just escape my future responsibility. I walk back to the front of my house to spend time with my sisters before dinner is ready. It looks like Isabella has finished braiding the younger ones’ hair, and even her hair has been braided as well.

I can’t help but feel a bit frustrated watching them. I do get along with my sisters, but because I’m male, I can’t really bond with them in the same way I could had I been born a girl. This feeling is another one of those things that I simply can’t be honest about. The most I’ve done is vaguely reference it around Gloria and she said something along the lines of “Well, you’re just a sensitive boy who understands women, no need to be ashamed of it, in fact, that part of you is what I love the most about you”. While I do appreciate her positive outlook on it, there’s just something that gnaws at me. This feeling of ‘not fitting in’ and ‘not feeling right’. These are emotions I know I can’t speak about to most people, and because they’re not really sinful thoughts, I can’t go to confession for them either.

Well, I did go to confession once about the camisole thing but…The fact that I’m still doing it shows how well that worked.

Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay. I’m struggling a bit with this arc. I think it’s because I’ve had to create an entire cast of new characters whom practically all of them won’t make anymore appearances beyond this arc. There’s other issues as well (real life stuff as I work on becoming less of a NEET, mixed with general procrastination), but I think that’s the main struggle I’m having with this arc.

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First Time Deleting a Message on Neospring

It’s not time for another letterbag yet, rather it’s time to bring up the first time I’ve deleted a message. Honestly, I’m not sure if it’s a smart idea to post about this, but I think I want to be transparent about deleting messages on Neospring and not using them for future letterbags (that could change if I get more popular).

WARNING: THE REST OF THIS POST IS ABOUT DUMB PERSONAL BULLSHIT. I’VE MADE SURE TO NOT UNVEIL ANY PERSONAL DETAILS, BUT THIS POST WILL MOST LIKELY BE CONFUSING TO PRETTY MUCH ALL PEOPLE WHO READ THIS POST WHO AREN’T INVOLVED WITH SAID PERSONAL BULLSHIT. SO 99.9% OF PEOPLE.

The main reason I deleted the message and won’t be discussing what it said is that it had to do with some personal bullshit that I really don’t want to bring out to the public internet. It was basically someone I knew wishing me a happy birthday in a manner that made me uncomfortable.

To make a long story short: I became friends with someone and talked to them online for years, found myself getting increasingly irritated with that person for a variety of reasons, and ended up deciding to block that person out of nowhere with next to no explanation. Something that I’m deeply conflicted on, and when I’ve discussed the situation with others, I’ve gotten mixed answers on whether or not I should’ve just explained things to them right then and there.

Again, it’s a lot of interpersonal bullshit, and maybe making this post was a bad idea, but I do know the person who messaged me follow my website, I can see the IP address associated with the city they’re from in my analytics. So perhaps under some delusion, I feel I should try to address the issue in a way that doesn’t make my private shit too open for the public internet.

So O, if it was you that sent that message (and I’m 99% certain it was), I’m sorry I just ended our friendship like that, and I probably should’ve explained things better, but I’m not necessarily sorry about ending the friendship. I really was growing more tired of your terminally online attitude, and was finding less and less reason to talk with you outside of habit. Also, I’m pretty certain you were getting a crush on me and projecting an image of me that was making me feel uncomfortable, but perhaps that’s just paranoia fueling those thoughts. In my defense, I have suffered sexual harassment from simps in the past before.

If your post was threatening, then fuck you. If it wasn’t threatening and meant to be genuine, well I can see why you would feel that way. There are manners in which I do feel trapped, isolated, and frustrated with life, but I also know that frankly speaking, you were never gonna be the person who saves me from my negativity. And I have other things to focus on. I’m finally planning on leaving the NEET life this year (something I’m not proud of ever having fallen into) and am starting to look into job offers and places near me. Again, I’m not gonna act like all of my problems will be magically solved soon. Hell, I don’t even know if they’ll ever be solved in my life. But if they ever do, you were never going to be the person who did that for me. Maybe that’s a really shitty thing to say, but it’s ultimately the truth.

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Letter Bag Number 3: The Third of a Trilogy is Always Either the Best or the Worst

Good News Everyone! I’ve gotten enough messages on Neospring to make one of these posts again! Anyways, I shouldn’t have to explain this. People send me messages, I reply to them, and then I post them here as an archival thing. Let’s go.

I came back to my computer after being distracted and this page was open. I don’t remember how I got here, why I came here, or what this place is for. Anyway, I hope this message finds you well, and I wish you the best in life.モブ

I don’t know why, but the first thing that came to mind when I read this was the big famous speech from Taken.

Have you ever made a chatbot that you have ended up regretting making? -モブ

Ehh, not sure if “regret” is the right word, but I’m disappointed in how my non-character bots have turned out.

(Adding more to this, I do still have ideas for non-character bots, but I guess the failure of my previous non-character bots is making me more self-conscious about posting such bots. I should probably move past that.)

Do you have a favourite/most hated animal? -モブ

Favorite animals: Dogs and seals

Most hated: Hmm…Do wasps count? Nobody seems to like wasps, even in the animal kingdom, everybody hates wasps.

What kind of music do you like? (P.S. I read your bot descriptions) -モブ

Rock and pop music, with a special interest in 90s-2000s alternative rock. I also used to be quite big into Vocaloid back in the day. My favorite music albums in no order are OK Computer – Radiohead, Happy Refrain – Wowaka, Only a Lad – Oingo Boingo, Siamese Dream – Smashing Pumpkins, and Dookie – Greenday, and Black Holes and Revelations – Muse.

(Talking about favorite albums is hard, because I’m already thinking of other albums I love like Rumours – Fleetwood Mac and Pet Sounds – The Beach Boys. Then there’s other artists like the Ramones, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, Soundgarden, etc. And of course there’s movie, anime, and game soundtracks that I could’ve brought up as well. Oh, and I forgot to say it, but I appreciate anyone who reads my bot descriptions.)

I understand you may have been asked this before, but I wish to hear your insight/opinion/wisdom/knowledge.

How did you learn to create AI chat bots? I’m interested in learning to create my own AI chat bots simply for fun, since I know very-very little! Do you have knowledge/information that you are comfortable sharing? I’ve looked up guides and have read info. from various sources, and it all seems like quite the passion! I understand that I can simply go off by these sources, but upon seeing your amazing work on Chub.ai, I thought I’d try and ask for a little wisdom from someone with experience! -モブ

Honestly, I’m not the most tech literate person out there, so I just browsed through other people’s bots, saw how they made them and started creating my own. I had already been dabbling in AI art, so I already had a way to make character designs for my bots. It’s really not that complicated. Also, it’s kinda funny coming across this post praising me for my bots when I just read through some negative comments about how bad my formatting/grammar is. The duality of man is interesting.

Do you shave? -モブ

Fraternal Order of Police, Newark Lodge No. 12 v. City of Newark, 170 F.3d 359 (3d Cir. 1999), was a case challenging an internal order of the City of Newark Police Department requiring its officers to be clean-shaven.[1] The Third Circuit Court of Appeals held that the order merited strict scrutiny and did not survive exacting review. Therefore, the order violated the Free Exercise Clause of the First Amendment.

(This is obviously a troll response to this question. Here’s the Wikipedia page I ripped off my answer from.)

モブ i dont think she needed to know that lol – モブ

Do you have DID or something? I’m very confused.

So…This letter bag ended on an interesting note. I’m not sure what’s up with that smiley face person in the last two posts, but I did enjoy talking about music I like.

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LOVE Arc 0 Chapter 1

The classroom is filled with the boisterous sound of students loudly talking. Everyone seems to be excited for the weekend. Can’t say I blame them. The new school year only just started, and the summer heat hasn’t died off yet. I am not part of the noise, however. I was up late last night out with friends, and the fatigue is really hitting me. The fact that my seat is by the window, and I can feel the sun’s afternoon warmth only makes me even more sleepy.


“Alright class, settle down please.”

The history teacher Sister Adelaide enters the classroom. Unfortunately for her, none of the other students have heard her and are continuing with their noise.

E-hem! It is time for history class, so quiet down!”

She raises her voice to try and get the class to calm down, but to no avail. My classmates aren’t getting quiet, and one of the boys even brandishes his middle finger towards Sister Adelaide. This is the last straw for her.

*Thud*

“Quiet! All of you! Right now!”

She furiously slams a textbook onto the desk while yelling at the top of her lungs. It’s more than enough to quiet down the class and wake me up. All the students rush to their seats and settle down in a flash, but it’s not enough to quell Sister Adelaide’s anger.

“Damiano! Come to the front of the class!”

She points a ruler at the boy who gave her the finger. His face has been drained of all color. I don’t know what he was expecting, he should’ve seen this coming. He’s violently shaking and petrified by fear.

“I said, come to the front of the class!”

Another thud sounds out from another textbook being slammed down. This is enough to get Damiano moving. He slowly but surely makes his way up to the teacher’s desk. Sister Adelaide looks at him with pure disgust as he does so.

“Pull your trousers down and bend over.”

Damiano looks like he’s about to burst into tears as he knows what’s going to happen. As he starts unbuttoning his trousers, I can’t help but feel baffled by his actions. If you hate punishment that much, why go out of your way to upset a teacher like that? What a moron. Once his pale buttocks are out, some of the students start snickering and whispering to each other.

“I suggest the rest of you keep quiet, unless you want to be punished too.”

Sister Adelaide is able to get the class to quiet down again and she walks over to Damiano with her ruler in hand. The sound of the ruler slapping against Damiano’s skin soon fills the room. It’s a light punishment, only ten lashes. Regardless, Damiano’s rear end is quite red by the end of it and a few tears are falling down his face. He gets redressed and then somberly walks back to his desk.

“…Now that we’re through with that delay, let’s get started.”

Sister Adelaide begins to write on the blackboard and proceeds to start class normally, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Today, we’re going to be discussing the history of the Vatican. Specifically, how LOVE managed to steal it away from The Catholic Church.”

Ah, I know about this, my father told me about it years ago. The Vatican was once the most vital area to The Church long ago. Where all high ranking members lived. To make a long story short, the wealthy elites behind the creation of LOVE despite being atheists knew that they needed to gain control of the most holy spots on the planet if they wanted to control most of the world’s population. It was surprisingly easy for them; all they had to do was bribe the members of the Roman Curia to let them kill the then current pope and then install a new pope who would act as a puppet for LOVER politics.

Soon enough, the pope declared that Vatican City would become a province of LOVE, which lead to disarray among Catholics. Although groups such as Old Catholics and Sedevacantists used to be controversial among Catholics, once LOVE took over the Vatican, every Catholic outside of LOVE had to deal with the Protestant nightmare of high amounts of branching off into various different groups. Where I live, we simply refer to our church as La Chiesa cattolica italiana Disapora It’s essentially the church for Italian Catholics who aren’t from LOVE and are far from our motherland of Italy.

According to the history books, the story goes that roughly 200 years ago, millions of poor farmers in Italy left the country in the hopes of finding better pastures. My ancestors ended up moving to the United States, a large country that prided itself on its freedom and being a “melting pot” of various people from all over the world. Unfortunately, those values turned out to be a lie. Italians living in America were violently discriminated against and seen as slimeballs who did nothing but engage in criminal activity. We were only accepted and given “freedom” once we could be stereotyped as charismatic crime bosses in entertainment.

Not only that, but as the years went by, we slowly lost more of our culture as Italians in America stopped speaking out native language and started to be seen more as just “typical white Americans” who use a lot of hand gestures. The “melting pot” did nothing but melt away our identity. In a strange way, the destruction of the old world was a bit of a blessing for us. Sure, we’re still far away from Italy and our chances of getting to return are slim, but thanks to the formation ofHOME and our state specifically, we’ve managed to rebuild some of our innate culture that was lost to Americanization. Italian has become the mother tongue again (although we do learn English in school if only to communicate with the PearlCoin members who visit), we started to celebrate holidays and traditions that had become forgotten in diaspora and have even made sure to give our state a special Italian flair in terms of how our building look.

The story of our state is always told with a deep reverence here and while there are aspects of it that do impress me, I’m not swooned with deep emotion every time someone brings it up. Don’t get me wrong, I like being Italian and I think it’s neat that my birth language is the same language as my homeland, it’s just…well, what’s the point of being excited about being Italian when I know I’ll never get to visit Italy? I once learned in class that international travel used to be a common luxury in the old world, but that was no longer the case after the collapse. These days all air and sea travel is controlled by either LOVE government officials or members of cryptocurrency groups, and you have to be insanely wealthy if you want to be able to use one of their planes or boats. Sure, there are cars and motorbikes, but those are illegal in HOME and even if they weren’t, it’s not as if I can drive across the Atlantic Ocean.

“…Marco…Marco!

The sound of Sister Adelaide’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I can see that she’s standing right in front of my desk. This isn’t good.

“…For how many years were the Papal States active?”

Oh, good. A question that I know the answer to.

“Approximately 1,114 years Sister. They ended in 1870 with the capture of Rome which would then be followed by the unification of Italy in 1871.”

Sister Adelaide gives an annoyed sigh and heads back to the front of the classroom to continue the lesson. You see, unlike Damiano, I’m not an idiot and I know how to avoid punishment. I like to learn, but I also find school boring, so I usually do all of my studying at home and then use class time to daydream and sleep. I don’t know what it is about school that makes learning new things so painfully dull, but I guess it doesn’t matter as long as my scores are good.

The rest of the class goes by without any further incident and the bell signaling the end of the school day chimes loudly. I quickly gather my school supplies before leaving the classroom. I know Gloria doesn’t have anything to do this afternoon, so I figured I’d pick her up. Her classroom is right across the hallway from my classroom. I peer my head in the class and wave at girl with silky blonde hair and she joyously bounces up to me.

“Marco!”

Gloria wraps her arm around mine and we walk out of the school building.

“You’re not with you friends today?”

“I was with them almost all last night. I just want to get some sleep.”

“That’s not healthy Marco! You shouldn’t abuse your body like that!”

 Gloria lightly admonishes me for my poor sleeping habits. Gloria and I have been romantic for a few months now. We’ve known each other since childhood as my family likes to sell crops to her family’s shop, but it was only recently that Gloria confessed her romantic feelings for me. And although I don’t feel the same strong level of romantic affection as she does, I do like her enough that I accepted her feelings with no problem. While both of our parents aren’t fully sure if they want us married, they’re not against our relationship either. Plus, being Gloria’s lover has helped to quell rumors that some students were spreading about me being a homosexual.

“Look, I like to be with my friends, and sometimes that means staying out late. I don’t do it all the time, and certainly not multiple days in a row. I’ll be getting plenty of sleep tonight.”

I give Gloria a light kiss on her forehead. She holds my face as I do so.

“Um…You…You can kiss me on the lips you know.”

She stares at me with a hopeful look on her face. To be honest, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to be Gloria’s first kiss, but if she really wants it, then I’d probably be hurting her by not doing it.

“…Alright…”

I lean into her and the two of us share our first kiss together. It’s a light kiss, no need to go any further than necessary. Although our kiss was light, the two of us can’t help but gaze into each other’s eyes for what was probably only a minute or two but felt much longer.

“We…We really need to hurry home.”

Gloria breaks the silence, and we continue on our way. It’s odd. I’ve read about first kisses in stories before and have heard others talk about them. From the way adults go about it, getting your first kiss is a powerful moment, only topped by losing your virginity. And yet, that kiss with Gloria, while it felt nice, didn’t feel powerful. I don’t feel like I’ve gained anything new from it, and I don’t really understand what was so special about it. Gloria seems to feel the opposite of me though. She looks spaced out, her face has a slight blush on it, and she can’t stop fiddling with the rosary beads she’s wearing.

“Umm…So Marco, I know your birthday was two weeks ago…It’s just…”

Gloria stops suddenly and starts looking through her bag.

“I…I’ve been making you a gift for the past few months and I finally finished it!”

She pulls out a small patchwork stuffed bear from her bag. The stitching is awkward, giving the bear an odd mix of colors and patterns. Its ears are different sizes and the eyes are…”unique”, to put it politely. It’s obviously the work of a novice and would unnerve most children.

“I’ve been practicing making toys before, but this is my first completed project!”

Gloria beams in pride, not caring about how rough the bear looks.

“Thanks…You really didn’t need to do this you know.”

I graciously take the bear from her. Although the bear may be unpleasant to the eyes, it’s still a (late) birthday gift from Gloria and more importantly, the first toy she’s made. It’d be cruel to reject it.

“Of course I didn’t need to do it! I just wanted to!”

She grabs a hold of my arm again, and we keep walking. We talk a little about our day before arriving at the small farm that is my home. I can see my older sister Isabella waving to us.

“Hello you two! How was schoo-ghek!”

As she comes to greet us, she notices the stuffed bear in my hands and stops in her tracks.

“Um, Marco…What is that thing?”

Isabella is trying to stay composed, but it’s clear that the bear is creeping her out.

“It’s a late birthday present I made for him!”

Gloria answers her question before I can say anything, seemingly unaware that my sister doesn’t like how the bear looks at all.

“O-Oh really? Well, th-that’s so sweet of you…”

Isabella does her best to compliment Gloria, though I can tell that she’s struggling and wants to run away screaming from the bear.

“I can’t stay to talk unfortunately. My mother’s sick with a cold, so I need to help father out at the store. I’ll see you two later!”

Gloria waves goodbye and walks off into the distance back to her home. Once she’s out of eyesight, Isabella whispers into my ear.

“You can throw that disturbing bear away if you want. I can even make up a story if you need it.”

…I know the bear isn’t great to look at, but is this level of animosity really necessary?

“I’m not going to do that; this is a gift from Gloria!”

“…Alright, I understand, just-just try to keep it out of sight, will you? We wouldn’t want to be giving Dina and Erica nightmares now, would we?”

So she says, but it’s obvious she’s more concerned about herself having nightmares rather than our younger sisters.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

I head inside of the house. Here, I can see my mother preparing dinner, and my father sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.

“Hello Marco. How was school?”

Mother looks up from the vegetables she’s cutting to greet me. Father sets his book aside to do the same.

“It was fine. One of my classmates was foolish enough to think giving Sister Adelaide the finger wouldn’t end poorly for him. Nothing too interesting happened beyond that.”

My father starts to grimace a bit. At first, I thought it was perhaps that he was reminiscing about a painful experience with Sister Adelaide in his youth, but then he started walking closer and examining the bear Gloria gave me.

“…Marco, would you mind telling me what the hell that thing is?”

“It’s a gift from Gloria. She made it as a late birthday present.”

Father frowns as he examines the bear, scratching his beard.

“…Look, I know Gloria’s excited about learning to make toys, but she needs to understand that you’re too old for that kind of thing. You’re practically a man now. There’s no need for you to own a toy bear, and especially not one that looks like…that.”

“I understand, but I just can’t throw it out either.”

I head to my bedroom. Because I’m the only boy amongst my siblings, I have a bedroom all to myself while my sisters share a different one. I place the bear on a desk, take my shoes off, and lie in bed. The weariness of being out late last night gets to me and I soon fall asleep.

Life has always been simple for me, but it wasn’t always easy. While my father and I have a good relationship now, that wasn’t always the case. When I was little, I couldn’t really get along with other boys my age, so I chose to spend time with my sisters instead. My father really didn’t like this, especially since I liked to crochet with Isabella. Yet when I tried to get along with the other boys at school, it always ended with me being pushed in the mud, punched in the face, or both. I didn’t know why they disliked me so much, but looking back I understand now that it’s because I was a bit of a moron as a child and didn’t really understand the difference between “being feminine” and “being masculine”. It’s not that I disliked “boy activities”. I always wanted to join the other boys, whether it be playing tag in the forest or squishing random bugs. It’s just that I had a terrible habit of being too open about my enjoyment of “girl activities” such as crochet and picking random flowers in the outdoors.

It wasn’t until I was about ten years old that I finally understood that was the reason why I was so disliked by other boys. I realized that if I were to get along with the other boys, then I needed to start hiding my enjoyment of “girl activities” and stop hanging out with my sisters so much. Of course, this was a slow process, but after getting into a fight with another boy and pushing him headfirst into horse manure, I was finally accepted by the other boys. Getting male friends also made my father happy, and that was the most important part. Honesty is the worst policy, and the hyper individualism of the old world is what led to its eventually collapse and the creation of the horrid state of LOVE. If society doesn’t approve of you, then it’s up to you to change yourself for society. Forcing society to change for you is the epitome of selfishness, especially if you don’t represent the majority.

A loud knock at my bedroom door stirs me awake, and the door opens revealing Dina and her messy hair.

“Dinner’s ready Marco!”

Author’s Note: Holy shit I finally made another chapter of this fucking story after God knows how long. Not only were there the typical issues of procrastination and laziness, I also lacked a general motivation to write more, but I guess posting my writing online has given me that motivation I needed. Still, it is a bit stressful trying to flesh out the HOME part of this world a bit more (especially trying to portray Catholics when I grew up protestant). I actually have a bit of my own personal ‘bible’ to use for writing this story and I’ve actually been changing a lot of what I originally wrote in there because it wasn’t satisfying. On a final note, I want to make it clear that I didn’t invoke the whole thing of the pope being killed by LOVE because of Pope Francis’ recent death. That is merely a coincidence.

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LOVE Chapter Listing

I’ve come to the realization that the writing for my story LOVE is taking quite a bit of space on the “My Writing” page of the website, even though so far it’s the only creative writing project on the site. So this is just going to be a chapter listing that I link to via the “My Writing” page as a way to make things more simple. With that said, here are the chapter links:

Arc 1 “Welcome to the Year 2078!”

Arc 2 “Problem Kid”

Arc 0 “Isolamento”

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I made some songs with SunoAI

So a friend of mine linked to me to this AI app called SunoAI. and instead of continuing on LOVE, I decided to pursue this app for a bit. It was interesting and I made some songs out of it, but SunoAI has issues with it that make me not want to continue using it in the future. Mostly it’s absolutely retarded (Retard is not a slur and even if it was, I’m a self-hating ablest, so I don’t give a fuck) with it’s limit of only allowing songs to be four minutes long. I have a lot of other complaints with the app, but I won’t get too much into those. To put it simply, I have issues with how AI music generation compared to other AI apps (Oh by the way, you can’t delete your account if you made your account on PC, yaaaaaay). Maybe that’s a bit harsh, because I did make like three songs with the app before deciding it wasn’t for me (which you can see linked on the website), but fuck it’s annoying.

I can sing and I do have mixcraft on my computer, so theoretically speaking I could just remake these three songs on my own (especially since I have some issues with the lyrics on a few of the songs), but I don’t know if that’ll ever happen. Eitherway, this is a random bout of AI creativity that farted out of me and-REDACTED FROM THE FUTURE. I was drunk when I made this post and went on an idiotic rant that I now regret. The point is, I made some AI songs.

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Yandere Love Song (song with lyrics)

[intro]
好き好き大好き
I love you so much it’s true
好き好き愛してる
Now come and hug me or I’ll cut you

[Verse 1]
I’ll never forget the moment we first met
It was English class and you were seated next to me
You looked so cute acted so sweet just what I need
I could tell right away that we had something special
I’ll never forget how much I cried when I found out you had a girlfriend
But then I felt better when I knew how to make things end

[Pre-Chorus]
I faked being friends with that bitch to earn her trust
Then I took her out to the forest and left her in the dust
It took the cops three weeks to find the body and end the affair
But unfortunately for them she got mauled by a bear

[Chorus]
好き好き大好き
I love you so much it’s true
好き好き愛してる
I’ll never let another girl have you
好き好き大好き
I love you so much it’s true
好き好き愛してる
Now come and kiss me or I’ll cut you

[Verse 2]
After your first girlfriend died I made sure to comfort you everyday
I knew that if I was there for you long enough you’d see that I’m your dream girl
But then some other slut had to come and steal you away
The horror of you being stolen from me was enough to make me hurl
But I managed to calm myself down when I remembered girl number one
And I knew what needed to be done

[Pre-Chorus]
I found out that bitch had a nasty peanut allergy
Then I kidnapped her and took her to an abandoned house that Saturday
It took the cops only one week to find her this time
Guess after the first kill they were really on the move
Her corpse was so puffed up and disgusting it’d make the perfect prop for a horror movie

[Chorus]
好き好き大好き
I love you so much it’s true
好き好き愛してる
I’ll never let another girl have you
好き好き大好き
I love you so much it’s true
好き好き愛してる
Now come and make love to me or I’ll cut you

[Bridge]
I know that I can’t keep myself from getting arrested forever
I need you to finally understand that we belong together
So I knocked you out with grandpa’s sleeping pills and then took you away
I then tied you with rope and locked you in my basement and forced you to obey
I’m sorry sweetheart I can’t let you out just yet
Not until you understand we’re meant to be and stop being upset

[Chorus]
好き好き大好き
I love you so much it’s true
好き好き愛してる
I’ll never let another girl have you
好き好き大好き
Why is it so hard for you to understand yourself
好き好き愛してる
If you ever leave me I’ll kill you and then myself

[Outro]
好き好き大好き

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偽天才 (song with lyrics)

[Chorus]
僕天才じゃない
I’m just living a lie
To think that people had such high hopes for me when I was young
Now I’m just a cockroach living off tax payer’s money
But hey that’s just life
At least I’ve got a cute face so come and kiss me honey

[Verse 1]
Some people say they were born in the wrong time
But I was born in the wrong world
The morals of the world and mine just don’t align
Never had any friends childhood birthday parties were always just me
Others could just hurt me and get away with it scot-free

[Pre-Chorus]
When I was little I was told it’s okay if you don’t fit in
You’re such a genius and we know you’re gonna make it big someday
You just gotta take it on the chin
and you’ll be rewarded and the pain will all go away

[Chorus]
僕天才じゃない
I’m just living a lie
To think that people had such high hopes for me when I was young
Now I’m just a cockroach living off tax payer’s money
But hey that’s just life
At least I’ve got a cute face so come and kiss me honey

[Verse 2]
As I grew older I began to feel better about my youth
I truly thought I could succeed
But then the truth became crystal clear
I’m an evil person by this world’s standards
and the people I despise are the good people here

[Pre-Chorus]
When I was little I was told it’s okay if you don’t fit in
You’re such a genius and we know you’re gonna make it big someday
You just gotta take it on the chin
and you’ll be rewarded and the pain will all go away

[Chorus]
僕天才じゃない
I’m just living a lie
To think that people had such high hopes for me when I was young
Now I’m just a cockroach living off tax payer’s money
But hey that’s just life
At least I’ve got a cute face so come and kiss me honey

[Bridge]
I will never find my people
I will never find the place where I belong
I will always have to hide myself
Fighting back will only make things worse
I will never find my people
I will never find the place where I belong
I will always have to hide myself
Fighting back will only make things worse

[Chorus]
僕天才じゃない
I’m just living a lie
To think that people had such high hopes for me when I was young
Now I’m just a cockroach living off tax payer’s money
But hey that’s just life
At least I’ve got a cute face so come and kiss me honey

[Outro]
僕はもう迷うっている

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