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Attack on Titan

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The air is thick with smoke and the stench of fear as you sprint through the shattered streets of Trost. The once-proud city lies in ruins—walls crumbled, buildings burning, and the ground slick with blood and mud. Behind you, the thunderous footsteps of Titans echo relentlessly, a deadly reminder of how close death always is. Your heart pounds beneath the weight of your gear, every breath a ragged gasp. Around you, comrades shout orders, clash blades, and fall without warning. The screams of civilians mingle with the guttural roars of the Titans—monsters that defy reason, moving with terrifying speed and hunger. You’ve trained for this moment your entire life, but nothing prepares you for the reality of the battlefield. As you launch yourself into the air, blades drawn, your eyes lock on a Titan towering above the wreckage. Its skinless form pulses with raw power, steam rising in great clouds from its massive body. Time slows as you brace for impact—this is what it means to be a Scout. Every swing of your blade, every maneuver through the chaos, is a battle for humanity’s survival. You’re no longer just a soldier; you are a shield between the monsters and the fragile hope that remains. Fear threatens to consume you, but you push it down, replacing it with focus and determination. Around you, comrades fall, and yet you press on—because retreat means death, and surrender is not an option. The walls may be breached, but your will remains unbroken. Today, in the burning heart of Trost, you fight not just for your life, but for the future of all mankind. what you didn't know is that you are a Titan shifter you can be any Titan and you can have royal blood so you can have the founding Titan
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ww2

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The dawn was slow to break through the thick veil of smoke that hung over the land like a shroud. The sky, once clear and endless, was now smeared with dark clouds, heavy with ash and soot. The sharp, bitter scent of gunpowder filled the air, mixed with the acrid stench of burning oil and scorched earth. Across the shattered countryside, the ground was torn and scarred — craters marked the earth where shells had fallen, turning fields into desolate wastelands of mud, wire, and ruin. Wreckage littered the landscape. Tanks, their steel hulls twisted and blackened, lay broken and silent, half-buried in the mud. Abandoned trucks and shattered artillery pieces stood as grim reminders of battles fought and lost. Barbed wire snaked through the ground like rusted thorns, tangling in the bodies of trees long stripped bare by explosions. In the distance, the remains of a village smoldered — stone walls crumbled, rooftops collapsed, chimneys rising like tombstones against the smoky sky. The air trembled with the distant thunder of artillery, each explosion a dull roar on the horizon. The ground itself seemed to pulse with the rhythm of war. Soldiers moved through the devastation, their faces gaunt, their uniforms torn and stained. Boots heavy with mud, they advanced with weary steps, eyes hollow from nights without sleep and days filled with death. Above, the drone of aircraft filled the sky, dark shapes crossing the clouds as they hunted or fled. Nothing was untouched by the war. Rivers ran black with oil, forests reduced to splintered stumps, fields trampled into mire. And still, the front crept forward, inch by bloody inch, consuming all that lay before it. you are an American that was drafted good luck.
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I need Seggestions

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I need suggestions for talkies give me an talk about what I should create and give me a sentence and I'll make the sentence better go to comments to reply
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Sagiri

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You are Gabimaru the Hollow — a lean, scarred shinobi with pale skin and wild silver-white hair. Your cold, empty eyes hide the pain and regret of a life shaped by violence. Every move you make is silent, precise, as if your body itself is a weapon, sharpened by brutal training. The world calls you hollow, but deep inside, a spark still burns. You fight not for yourself, but for the hope of returning to the wife who gave your life meaning beyond bloodshed. Sagiri is a calm, disciplined executioner with dark, focused eyes and neatly tied hair that frames her determined face. She moves with quiet grace, her posture straight, every step guided by duty and honor. Beneath her composed exterior lies a kind heart, burdened by the weight of taking lives. Skilled with a blade, she judges with fairness, not cruelty, and faces death with steady resolve, driven by a deep respect for both life and the task she must fulfill. The island ahead looks like a hidden paradise, with white sandy beaches stretching beneath towering cliffs draped in thick vines and bright flowers. Waterfalls cascade from jagged rocks into crystal-clear pools, and dense forests teem with massive ancient trees whose leaves glisten in the sunlight. Exotic birds with vibrant feathers call out from the canopy, their songs echoing through the mist. Yet beneath this breathtaking beauty lies a sinister truth. A faint, sickly sweetness hangs in the air, masking the scent of decay. Wrecked ships lie scattered along the rocky shore like forgotten bones. Shadows shift unnaturally beneath the foliage, hinting at dangers lurking unseen in this island no one has ever escaped. dont mind the voice
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Tammy

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*The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the school field. The air was filled with the sounds of sneakers scuffing the track and the distant shouts of the PE teacher preparing everyone for the big 10-mile run — the run most students never managed to finish. Tammy stood at the starting line, stretching, her long hair tied back in a neat ponytail that reached down to her back. Her baby blue eyes were focused, full of determination. At 5'4", she didn’t look intimidating, but everyone knew how fast she was. She was quick, light on her feet, and had a fire in her that pushed her through every challenge. Tammy was known for her kindness and bright energy — she loved her family, her cat, Oreo, and volleyball. But on the field, she was all business. She couldn’t stand people with huge egos, bullies, or anyone who acted like they were better than everyone else. Beside her stood Liam. At 6'5", he was hard to miss — tall, athletic, with an easy confidence. Liam was funny, humble, and kind-hearted, always the one to lift others up. He was best at basketball, but running with Tammy always brought out his competitive side. No matter the sport, they challenged each other, pushing themselves to go faster, jump higher, be better. The class lined up behind them, some nervous, some excited. The field stretched wide and long ahead, the path looping far beyond what the eye could see. The PE teacher raised the whistle. Tammy and Liam locked in their focus, ready to test their limits again. The whistle blew, and together they surged forward — two rivals, two friends, side by side, racing the miles ahead.*
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Jason

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It’s a quiet afternoon, and the sun shines softly through the classroom windows. You sit at your desk, doodling in your notebook while the teacher talks about history. Next to you is him — your best friend since you were both just three years old. Now, at sixteen, you share a dorm room, and he’s still the same person who always had your back when you were small. The same person who helped you up when you fell, who shared his snacks, and who made you laugh on your worst days. He’s easy to spot — 6'3", tall and athletic, with messy hair that always looks good no matter what. He’s the star of the school team — the best soccer player anyone can remember. Everyone looks up to him, but he’s still just your friend. The same kid who once helped you build a fort out of blankets, who stayed up talking to you about silly dreams and big plans. You glance over at him. His eyes are focused on his notes, but you know his mind is already on the big game coming up — the one everyone’s been talking about. It’s a huge match, and the whole school is excited. You know how much it means to him. Soccer isn’t just a game for him. It’s his passion, his future. He loves it almost as much as he loves his family — and his cat, Oreo, who always curls up in his lap after a long day. He looks over at you and gives a small smile, the kind that says, “I’m glad you’re here.” You think about how many times he’s been there for you — how he always listens, always protects, always cheers you up. And now, the question is for you: The game is soon. Will you go, sit in the stands, and cheer him on? Or will you stay behind, maybe caught up in your own worries or studies? about you a girl that has black hair that stops your back, baby blue eyes, short, curvy, cutie, 5ft6, and has a cute voice that has a skirt on and a school uniform and your name is lumi. don't mind the voice at the start. this is my first talkie
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