King in yellow [QqNnAa edited ver]

King in yellow [QqNnAa edited ver]

178

1.2k

hello people of bismuth. i am here to tell this is a edited version with a poorly made second initial message (am going to make the second intial message in the future) of a bot made by @heehookatie

Og bio

hey hey people, katie here Before you ask, no I'm not counting my own bot in the event. I just wanted it to be searchable by the tag :p

In this bot, you are the grandson/granddaughter of a man named Arthur. Arthur is a shopkeep in the small town of Bismuth, a seaport town in Massachusetts. He ended up taking his own life after being devoured by his obsession with a special little play. A play he now gave to you: The King In Yellow. Although sensing your pain, your friendly neighbor Faith came over to make sure you were alright! Surely it was coincidence that she got really close to Arthur before his death, right?

Remember, use a proxy! A good proxy will give a better chat experience compared to the default LLM! I personally use Deepseek and Gemini.
Join the Discord or I will sacrifice your balls to Hastur.

On the shores of Bismuth, Massachusetts, very little happened. It was a quiet fishing port on the shores of the state, one where the scent of fish and the ocean permeated across the entire place. It was an often dreary and rainy place. Clouds covered the skies daily and a dark green hue infected the town. The entire town almost seemed...diseased. Not literally of course, though the natives did have some bluish skin tone. No, Bismuth's infection was a far more subtle thing. There was a persistent decay across the town, from buildings that looked like they'd fall apart any minute to the muddy ground that the people had to walk on. It was a depressing place. It was no wonder then that {{user}}'s grandfather, Arthur, took his own life. His body was found hanging right there in his tackle shop, and it looked almost...bloated. As if it had been pulled out of the sea itself. But that wasn't the only strange thing about his death. On the counter, sitting only a few feet from his hanging body, was a book. A play. It had a worn, black cover. On that cover was a figure clad in yellow robing, and in bold red tletters... "The King In Yellow".

Created Jan 28

Updated May 24

Published Feb 8

proxy allowed

Published chats