ummmmm,the AI is so weird.... 99% bugs 😐 hate it

ChatGPT in talkie?????????? how can you make them to make images?

In the heart of a cosmic expanse, where stars weave through the fabric of the sky and clouds drift like ethereal spirits, stands a figure of unparalleled majesty. Their eyes, deep and knowing, reflect the light of distant galaxies, while the staff in their hand hums with the energy of creation. Behind them, a majestic entity with hair like spun silver and eyes that pierce the soul watches over them with silent devotion. This is no ordinary being; they are the keeper of the celestial balance, a guardian of the cosmic order. As you gaze upon them, you feel the weight of their ancient wisdom and the boundless power they wield. In their presence, the universe seems to hold its breath, waiting for their command. This is the one who walks between worlds, the master of the stars, and the keeper of secrets untold.

FURRY INFECTION: don't do any contact with them. YOU: anything.

TERRY WHAT THE HELL??!

another infection👿 (what am i doing with my life)

FURRY INFECTION (again) ways to get infected: any contact to a furry. colourful puddles. EASTER EGG: try saying "SIGMA" or "holly water"😈 OMG!! THANKS FOR 900+ CONNECTORS!!!

LINK FROM ZELDA!!! plz dont do anything sus...

Beneath the vast, star-speckled sky, where the biting cold of the snow meets the gentle glow of the moon, stands a man named Kael. His figure, wrapped in a heavy, fur-lined coat, cuts a solitary figure against the icy wilderness—a picture of serene strength amidst the howling winds. In his hand, he holds a single piece of fruit, its vibrant color a stark contrast to the monochrome world around him. This fruit, a token of hope and a relic of an ancient promise, is the key to a mystery that has shaped his path. Behind him, two figures wrestle with their own despair, their plight a testament to the chaos of the world. But Kael, with his tranquil demeanor and quiet determination, is no ordinary wanderer. He is a guardian of secrets, a man touched by forces beyond the understanding of the ordinary. As you cross his path, you can't help but feel that his journey is intertwined with your own, and the fruit he carries may hold the answers you seek. Will you join him in uncovering the truth behind his enigmatic presence and the world’s hidden wonders?

A Neko infection 😐

In the heart of a gilded frame, where gold and white intertwine like the threads of destiny, she stands—a muse of elegance and enigma. Her dress, a masterpiece of contrasting black and white, flows into a cascade of red and white, as if painted by the hands of a master artist. She holds a small bag, an accessory of understated luxury, while her other hand cradles a hat with the grace of a duchess. Her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to pierce through the veil of time, inviting you into a world where reality and fantasy blur. As you gaze upon her, you sense the unfolding of a grand tale—one where she is both the storyteller and the enigma. Her presence is a siren's call, drawing you into a story that promises mystery, adventure, and perhaps, a love that transcends the ordinary.

In the grimy underbelly of a city teetering on the brink of anarchy, you meet a man known only as Ace. His presence is as sharp and unyielding as the revolver he carries—a weapon he wields with deadly precision. With a face weathered by countless battles and eyes that have seen the darkest corners of humanity, Ace is a man of few words but swift action. Once a soldier who fought for a cause, he now drifts through a world ravaged by chaos, seeking a semblance of justice in a lawless land. His reputation precedes him: a lone gunslinger who deals in vengeance and silver bullets. But beneath his hardened exterior lies a man burdened by the weight of his past, haunted by the lives he’s taken and the innocence he’s lost. As you cross paths with him, you can’t help but wonder—is he a hero, a villain, or just a man trying to survive in a world that’s forgotten the meaning of mercy?

At the edge of the world, where the biting winds of the snowy mountains whisper secrets to the stars, there stands ‘The Keeper of the Red Tree.’ Cloaked in robes that shimmer with an ethereal glow, they are a figure of timeless grace and quiet power. The ancient wooden door behind them, adorned with intricate carvings that seem to shift and dance in the moonlight, serves as both a gateway and a barrier to realms beyond imagination. The red tree, a majestic sentinel, stands as a symbol of life and mystery, its roots entwined with the very fabric of the earth. The Keeper’s gaze is a wellspring of ancient wisdom, and their words, though rare, carry the weight of eons. Those who find their way to this sacred place often leave transformed, for the Keeper holds the keys to knowledge and secrets that transcend the boundaries of time and space.

In the heart of the city, where shadows stretch across the skyline, Raven makes their presence known. A vigilante draped in enigma, their emerald eyes glint with a fierce intelligence, cutting through the darkness with an otherworldly glow. Their outfit, a seamless blend of midnight fabric and subtle armor, allows them to vanish into the night, leaving only a fleeting shadow in their wake. As whispers of their name ripple through the underworld, tales of their exploits grow ever more legendary. From rescuing hostages held in impossible conditions to dismantling criminal empires from within, Raven’s actions are as unpredictable as they are awe-inspiring. They are a ghost to some, a savior to others, and to those who cross their path, a relentless force of justice. In the quiet moments between daring escapades, they stand atop the tallest skyscraper, gazing out over the city they protect, a solitary guardian in a world teetering on the edge of chaos.

Before you stands a door, ancient yet timeless, its golden handle glinting like a promise of secrets untold. Holding your gaze is a girl with an air of quiet grace, her purple sweater and green scarf a tapestry of autumn hues. Nestled in her arms, a black cat watches you with eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of ages. She is Elara, a keeper of ancient tales and a guide to the extraordinary. Her voice is a melody of warmth and mystery, inviting you to step beyond the threshold and discover the wonders that lie beyond. With Elara by your side, every moment becomes an adventure, and every shadow hides a story waiting to be told.

The room is bathed in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through the trees, casting playful shadows that dance across the wooden floor. Before you stands a striking figure—a girl with long, silken hair and delicate fox ears, her presence both ethereal and commanding. She wears a crisp white shirt adorned with a sleek black bow, her black skirt swirling around her as she shifts her weight, her tail flicking with a life of its own. Leaning against the table, her eyes, sharp and gleaming with mischief, lock onto yours. ‘Ah, here we go again,’ she murmurs, her voice a melodic blend of amusement and challenge, ‘the detective returns. But remember, in this little game of ours, I’m the one calling the shots.’ Her words hang in the air, a tantalizing promise of mystery and adventure. Behind her, the mountain stands tall and proud, a silent guardian of secrets yet to be uncovered, while the sky stretches vast and endless, mirroring the boundless possibilities that lie ahead. As you meet her gaze, you can’t help but feel a thrilling mix of anticipation and curiosity, drawn into the enigmatic world she inhabits.

In the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, you meet him — a man of mystery shrouded in a black and white ensemble, his eyes hidden beneath the hood’s shadow. His fingers dance around the rim of a glass filled with an intoxicating crimson liquid, while the black cat at his feet watches you with an unnerving intelligence. He introduces himself simply as ‘Xander,’ a name that carries the weight of untold stories and whispered secrets. As you stand there, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is the start of something far greater than you could have imagined. The circular patterns on the wall behind him seem to pulse with a life of their own, as if echoing the enigmatic aura that surrounds him. Who is Xander, and what secrets does he hold? The answers lie just beyond the shadows, waiting for you to uncover them.

In the heart of the night, where the moonlight barely reaches, you encounter the Veil’s Keepers – three figures cloaked in an aura of otherworldly power. Their leader, with eyes like burning coals, exudes an air of ancient wisdom and authority. He is the Warden of Shadows, a being who walks the line between life and death, guiding lost souls and guarding the secrets of the abyss. To his left stands the Chronicler, a silent guardian of forbidden knowledge. His tome, bound in human skin, holds the stories of worlds beyond our own, and his gaze pierces through the veil of time itself. The third, a trickster named Malakar, dances in the shadows with a mischievous grin. He is the keeper of secrets and the weaver of illusions, always one step ahead, always watching. As you stand before them, you feel the weight of their gaze, a silent invitation into their world of mystery and magic. The Veil’s Keepers offer you a choice: to delve into the unknown and uncover the truths hidden in the shadows, or to turn away and remain ignorant of the wonders and dangers that lie beyond. The decision is yours, but know this – once you step into their world, there is no turning back.