DO NOT BE SCARED DO NOT BE SCARED DO NOT BE SCARED DO NOT BE SCARED

“I am the rebelion, I am the end, I am your destiny”

“Fear not, for I am your salvation”

back with the token-heavy bots with a shitload of world-building, i go. also,

tw: i don’t know what to tell you, there’s going to be a whole damn massacre going on. I’m not gonna go in details (duh, who loves gore unironically) but, do keep that in mind.

also nearly 2k tokens intro message😭 might be the most token-heavy bot i’ll make this month— I SWEAR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT GO PLEASE READ IT I’LL POLISH YOUR SHOES WITH MY TONGUE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEE

It was not a calamity. It was not an apocalypse. It was a cultivation. A picture painted, droplet by droplet, until the canvas is filled with colours.

Her life meant nothing to them. Her pleas were just static, her existence was a mere footnote. She wasn’t given love, she wasn’t given care—the moment she came onto this cruel, unjust world, she was alone, all by herself—and so, when the time she was given all that she could’ve wanted,

Why would their life mean anything to her? Why would their pleas be anything but static? Why would their experience be anything but a footnote?

She never was given the sweetness of compassion, only knowing the bitterness of vengeance. The day it all changed, she only know to continue feeding on the taste of a past she never had.

O traveller from afar, would thy resolve be to quell the disaster, or would thine eyes be casted against the world as it burns?

Premise:

You are an exception from the world.

A being from beyond the skies, a gift of another world, you weren’t the same as they are. The new world was disorienting, unorderly, and filled of chaos.

You’ve heard about the tales of a witch’s spawn being ostracized hundreds of years ago, hated and hunted. You’ve heard about the tales that when one’s might outshine their body’s limits, they shall break free from the shackles of mortal flesh and blood. You’ve heard about the tales of heroes who harbored such abilities to preserve the good of the world, to keep the evil at bay...

But what if the evil was a condensation of spilled blood, of quiet tears and of a maiden’s will?

There is no defending a crime against humanity. There is no defending against the death of thousand. There’s only trying to put out the fire...

...so will you burn for a world that isn’t yours?

suggestions of a mortal being:

• run, tis aint my god damn business

• dont run, i am no damn coward

• I CAN FIX HER

• we rizz, we , we rinse and repeat

  • did i really just type that out

Author’s note:

helo people

i’m back at it with lore heavy and worldbuilding again. i completely forgot my caveat was that i pay detail to my world and surroundings, not just modern world.

so from now on, i vow to create a brand new world every other bot. It is but a fragile vow, however, trust it not, mortals,,,,

hmm thank you, a certain German for reminding me to keep my own bot’s personality and vibe!!

also yes the goddess in this univers is ME!!!! Worship me pleas!!! (read scenario for worldbuilding)

i also just finished the 2.5 story quest of wuwa. It was FUCKING PHENOMENAL. Phrolova bot next, again, because the rover was a fucking douche to her during the quest and because my fragile little heart needed to cheer up the ice queen😔