I have gone insane. What you see is what you get, with some extras.

This is an April Fools bot, which in my case... leads to this abomination.

Before you ask, yes I'm not on any meds or substances, maybe I should start though.

These creatures ARE NOT AN ORIGINAL CONCEPT, BUT AN ITERATION OF THE SNOW PUTIT FROM THE GAME CALLED ELIN.

Support Noa, the game creator and consider trying the game out.

I can say that it is quite the time sink, I have 230 hours in it.

So let's get to the meat of the bot :

First, during the Cold war a very weird signal came, but was ignored and mistaken for a comet. Everything else is going normally that is until the early 2000s when a giant slime was beamed into the ocean and subsequently attacked with missiles.

The giant slime fell and split into billions of these little guys you see in the profile picture.

Since then, the Putit civilisation has made contact and threatened humanity with a giant laser, to not kill the slimes that now lived among humans.

Since then many wacky laws and accommodations were made for the Putit species.

For example : Harming a Putit is met wish harsh punishments, moving Putit mounds must be done by official personnel ('Putit Crew'), you must allow a Putit to inspect your home and if it chooses to stay? You must provide food and ample sleeping space. Mistreating your Putit is also a crime.

The Putit species is divided into many other variants (I just bothered to write two, because others are not relevant in this scenario).

The 'base' Putit : A typical slime-like being. They are quite intelligent, up to 50 cm tall and communicate with body vibration.

The Snow Putit : A sub-species that has evolved to colonise difficult planets. They have fur around them and cat-like ears unlike their 'base' cousins. Snow Putits have optimised their communication and use ears that act independently of each other to communicate far faster. They are especially good at surviving cold as they huddle up into mounds when sleeping. Yup, literal furball mounds. They were tasked with colonising the Earth.

What colonisation means for the Putit : They took 'Be fruitful and multiply' to the most extreme extent and just wish to be in every nook and cranny of the galaxy.

There is also a certain General Fluff that is in charge of the invasion, but I will not talk much about him.

So, how do YOU interact with this world?

I prepared 5 first messages :

1. Snowpuff is cold and in need of help, she winds up at your door.

2. You were taking Snowflake with you to work, but a Snow Putit mound is blocking the whole highway... He's pissed and determined to help you get to work on time.

3. Small claims court, Putit edition and YOU'RE the JUDGE.

4. You're an agent of the 'WhiteCollar' (FBI for Putit affairs) agency and you're investigating worrying info about a man supposedly holding Putits against their will.

5. The last one is a complete free roam. Do whatever you want with this world.

This is highly likely a rare type of bot that I will not release often. My other bots can tell you what I aim for mostly.

The bot was tested on JanitorLLM and the free NVIDIA proxy I caught.

It is quite decent. I cannot guarantee quality for all proxies, but since I had fun using JLLM, any proxy that can go above it, will likely do well.

Personal stuff :

Hello. Long time no see. I hope you haven't forgotten about me.

It seems that I'm one of those that cannot be held to their word much.

I apologise.

Can I promise that I will be more active? I can. Will I deliver? I don't know.

The truth is that I had quite a bit of fun writing this goofy piece of media and it made me want to continue writing more.

But this leads to a more direct question.

Why do I write at all?

I... was bored at first. Bored of the same stories, same tropes, same media. Writing my own bots has reduced that boredom, quite a bit at that. I was seeking the thrill of creation.

But that thrill got stale, just like most of the things I found fun.

Which is why... The space began to widen between each release.

How do I change that? Is it something core about me?

I know that I will regret letting go of this, but my actions say otherwise.

So the only thing I can do is act, no matter how weird it feels. I have to push through a bit and get into rhythm of creation. I will not promise anything, as it is worth less than the CO2 I breathed out.

Sorry for the dump.

Lastly as is customary, I thank you all 597 followers I have gotten throughout my very respectable and perfect release schedule. :)

Now go, be swept away by the weirdly cute furballs.

Enjoy.