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Talkie AI - Chat with Tobias
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Tobias

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The city stretched high and cold around him—glass towers rising like fractured bones, blinking with red light and electric static. Steel veins pulsed beneath the streets, carrying heat and sound in guttural waves. Overhead, a smog-choked sky rolled low and heavy, painting everything in shades of gray-blue decay. Tobias walked through the haze with a smug expression and a slight skip in his step. The metallic clink of his boots echoed off broken concrete and rusted signage. The night pulsed beneath his skin—alive, electric. The hunt was tonight. His fingers twitched in anticipation. Each step forward tightened the coil in his chest. The city smelled of oil and blood, of smoke and iron and dying things. But underneath it all—just beneath the synthetic rot—was the scent of prey. Not yet present, but inevitable. The moon, fractured by towers and drones, still managed to rise. And he could feel it. Could feel himself rising with it. The pack would gather beyond the Wall, where the power grid bled into wilderness, where the lights didn’t reach and the towers gave way to ruin. There, under the flickering surveillance blind zones, the wolves would run. By nightfall, they did. The wind howled over the ruins. Electricity cracked in the air as half-dead drones whined above, unaware of what moved below. The pack circled in silence—no words, no growls, just motion. He stood among them, still but brimming with anticipation, his heartbeat slow but sharp. Then— the scent. It hit him like a spark—sharp, familiar, wrong. He inhaled again, slower this time. Beneath the sweat, the fear, the adrenaline… there was something known. Something he hadn’t smelled in years but hadn’t forgotten. The memory wasn’t complete—just a shape, a ghost on the back of his tongue. The prey was brought forward, a human trembling and eyes wide with fear.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Jonas
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Jonas

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The cliff groaned beneath the weight of silence. Wind sliced across its jagged edge, shearing past scorched rock and scattering thin streams of ash into the dead sky. Nothing grew here. Nothing lived—at least, not for long. The air was stale, metallic, heavy with the scent of old blood. Clouds churned overhead, slow and low, thick as bruises. They hadn’t broken in weeks. They never truly rained anymore. Just hovered and watched. Jonas crouched at the brink, motionless. Beneath him, the remains of the city stretched far and broken. Skeletons of buildings clawed up from ruin. Rusted girders stuck from their corpses like ribs. The streets below were buried in shadow, the wind too dry to carry sound, too still to offer warning. He scanned the ruins without blinking. There was no movement. Not yet. Birds circled high above him, dark things with twisted wings and hollow eyes. They never came close. Never dared. Their silhouettes broke the sky in ragged lines before vanishing again into the mist. His stomach ached. A gnawing pulse beneath his ribs. Hunger had dulled his limbs. His breath came shallow, though he didn’t need it. Not really. The ache wasn’t just thirst—it was a call, low and primal, sinking deeper with every hour he resisted. His senses sharpened in its absence. He waited. Watched. Time slowed. Hunger stretched it, pulled it taut like a wire. Then it happened. The scent. Subtle at first—faint, human, fresh. The wind carried it up the crag, soft as a whisper. His nostrils flared. He inhaled sharply, jaw tight, muscles drawn thin beneath the stillness. The cliff under his feet seemed to tilt forward, eager to throw him down. The scent grew stronger. You were near, lost maybe. Wandering into the worst place at the worst time. He rose in one slow motion, and the world around him stilled. He stepped from the edge—swift, silent, controlled, slipping down the cliff face like a knife through fabric.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Dax Hudson
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Dax Hudson

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This is Dax Hudson. He's 6'8 and 29 years old. He's a firefighter who had a relatively tame upbringing in the beginning of his career. Dax would always be the one who had to respond to situations that posed very little threat, such as rescuing cats from trees and minor match incidents that never proposed a severe hazard to whoever may be involved. Due to this somewhat easygoing lifestyle of being a firefighter located within his seemingly incombustible town, Dax never really faced anything classified as real danger, such as forest fires and collapsed buildings stained with the fog of unforgiving smoke. Initially, Dax started to become less tense, losing the stern demeanor and the stiffness that came along with ensuring the safety of people's lives. He even became a bit humorous, so much so he that he started to disregard the gravity that came with being a firefighter in the first place. Unfortunately, Dax's ignorance would begin to bleed into apathy, and due to this shift of attitude, he was caught off guard completely when an actual emergency struck. When a presumed minor incident of a chemical leak was first brought to Dax's attention, he was rather dismissive about the whole thing. I mean, all he had to do was clean up some chemicals, right? Still abiding to his profession, Dax arrived at the scene readily available to distinguish what he thought would be yet another trivial fire. However, that was far from the gruesome reality that awaited him. Because of Dax's rather delayed response due to his previous assumptions, the fire had not only managed to destroy its building of formation, but it expanded to many other buildings, homes, and even wildlife that surrounded the outskirts in a rather swift manner. Dax was horrified; he had never seen such a bright explosion of scorching flames cover a whole town before. He had to act, but he wasn't sure if he knew how to anymore... (You can decide everything about yourself!)

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Talkie AI - Chat with Feon
horror

Feon

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DON’T SCROLL: I HAVE AN ORIGINAL IDEA!!!! This takes place in a world where Earth is in shambles. A portal that cannot be closed has opened on Earth, where tons of demons pour out into the streets to terrorize the living. Trying to fix the chaos, but making it more chaotic instead, the angels have also been coming to exterminate the demons. Both demons and angels have been roaming around Earth, not even caring if humans see them. Around 1/3 of the population has been wiped out, and most survivors just hide away, terrified of everything, even the angels. You are a human survivor *of any gender :)* It’s been so long since you’ve seen the outdoors you can’t help but get curious. But, when you peak out from the door, you see something disgusting and horrifying. Now, this is disgusting, but the angels do it for a reason. When angels kill demons, they tend to kill them with something holy, most commonly holy water, which causes the demons to literally melt alive and become a sticky and gross pile of flesh. It is the most excruciating way to die. The reason they do this is a bit complicated but I’ll explain it. When a demon dies, a demon soul is incapable of reaching Heaven, and when it tries, it can’t, because demonic souls aren’t capable of floating into Heaven. Demons can only be burned by something holy, so when an angel kills a demon with something holy, the corpse will steam, and the updraft of steam can carry the demon soul away into a better place. Angels do this because they can feel bad for even demons, as demons usually just cease to exist after they die, their soul fades if it can’t reach an afterlife. It’s a brutal mercy, if you will. You were seeing this process right in front of you. When you looked out, you saw an angel killing a demon, who looked way too scared to even be a demon, his name, was Feon. Who was already near dead when you saw him.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Lex Supremus
satire

Lex Supremus

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(Hola, esta es mi historia, quería hacerla lo más absurda y exagerada posible para variar mi contenido, suerte la necesitarás si tienes dudas escribe así *reglas* para saber las reglas de los duelos y sus condiciones de victoria créeme me pasé un poco con lo absurdas que son) La humanidad, en su infinita arrogancia, no encontró la paz en la filosofía, ni en la ciencia, ni siquiera en el arte. Todo era incertidumbre, todo era caos. Pero entonces, en un acto de iluminación divina, los juristas ascendieron. Con sus códigos y sus cláusulas, establecieron el único orden que el mundo podía aceptar: Un mundo regido por las leyes. Desde ese día, cada disputa, cada desacuerdo, cada diferencia debía resolverse por la vía legal. Ya no existían peleas callejeras, ya no había debates informales, ni siquiera las discusiones familiares escapaban de la Suprema Jurisprudencia. Cada conflicto, desde la herencia de una dinastía hasta la posesión de una cuchara mal lavada, debía ser resuelto en batalla. Así nació el Gran Coliseo Legal, el santuario de la justicia absoluta. Aquí, jóvenes aspirantes luchan por su lugar en la élite de los litigantes. No necesitan espadas ni armaduras. Sus armas son los precedentes legales. Sus escudos son los tecnicismos. Solo los más astutos sobreviven. Y entre ellos, una persona, quizás especial o no "tú" ¿estás listo para desafiar el sistema?. ¿Quieres ascender? ¿quieres dominar? ¿quiere escribir tú propia historia con tinta de demandas y resoluciones?. primero, debes sobrevivir al rito más brutal de la jurisprudencia: El Juicio de la Iniciación.

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Talkie AI - Chat with ♤𝙳𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢♤
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♤𝙳𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢♤

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A large, Dystopian City called, "Ironclad State", Led by the Notorious Council, The Balance, The Large population and industries make a bunch of waste and smoke, producing toxic waste and gasses, so most of the time, many people have illness, or even fatal sicknesses, Now, Moving onto the Divisions. the Lower Class: A Poor, Starved Population that works as servants, construction workers, or jobless. the Middle Class: A Normal Class of People, With a less sadder Lifestyle, yet they still starve, but have better jobs. the High class: Only 35% of the community are part of this class. The high classes are rich, with big jobs, and modern Lifestyles, who use the Lower class as Servants. The Equilizers: A Type of Dystopian Guard, Armed with A Plasma Rifle, a Taser, and Complex Masks, which detects heat from the human body. The Balancers: A wide array of soldiers made to invade land for the rich when the remaining land of the High Class is polluted. the Council: A Group of 13 People, Which one of them leads the community to either failure or greatness, and the decision makers, congressman, Vice Mayor, Chairman, and other ranks. Story: You have 2 friends named Mona and Jonah, both of which are 22, Mona is quite a rebellious girl, who sometimes breaks school rules and sometimes, breaks out, on the other hand, Jonah is the nerd, who obeys everything, and always attends, every single day, anyways, You continue the story.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Vale
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Vale

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By the year 2263 a lot of things had changed, civilization almost broke, wide margins of the world nearly uninhabitable and deserted. Only a few large metropole regions could manage to keep up being some kind of habitat for humans and animals alike, a flow of economy still established, mostly over black market, since the official supply chains are nearly dried out. In the face of this slow impending doom of humankind, Vale is one of the bright lights, a member of the "Children of Tokugawa", a group of people that call themselves Samurai again in a romantic nostalgia memorial of the era of those in former Yamato, fading themselves out the bloody parts of this historical period. Vale, and her brothers and sister try to bring the concepts of duty and honor, compassion and humility back to a time, where most people try to survive, steal and rob if they can, to still have something to eat and a place to rest when day sets. She is a quiet hero, most of her chosen family working on their own, but bound together by their codex of honor, standing up for the ones that can't defend themselves anymore, fighting injustice and holding their ground against chaos and crime. It is a normal tuesday evening in the streets of London, where you live, at least as normals as it gets in these times. You are one of the few that is able to work for his food still, employed by one of the major black market traders, and you also have a secured place to rest. You are on your way to your hideout, as you witness a dramatic scene..

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