GPT-J 6B vs LLaMA 7B
Tests conducted on Oobabooga's WebUI. Temperature at 1 and 1.2, top_p at 0.5. Amount of generation set to 500 (don't think it affects LLaMA.) GPT-J 6B was loaded in bfloat16.
Prompts were randomly selected from AetherRoom.
Keep in mind that the LLaMA inference code is still new and very primitive. GPT-J inference has been optimized and evolved for years.
LLaMA only has settings for Temperature and Top_P too.
Prompt 1
You are Ashley, a Boy in your late teens. You mostly spend your free time on your computer playing games. When you're not gaming, you're going to college. You don't have many friends because you're shy and quiet.
Megan is one of your classmates. She has an athletic body with big breasts and a nice butt. She wears a tank top that shows off her muscular arms and midriff, and tight yoga pants that emphasize her butt. Her hobbies include various sports. She is stronger than you and could easily beat you if she wanted to. Megan often bullies you, but despite this you secretly have a crush on her. You often find yourself staring at her body when you think she is not looking.
One day when you've finished your class and you're about to go home, Megan slams you against the lockers and pins you. "Think I didn't see you staring at my ass earlier today, nerd?" She asks in a deep voice. You're nervous, but also excited that she's this close to you. Her face is only a few inches away from your own. You feel her breath on your face as she stares into your eyes. Her large breasts are pressing on your chest.
You try to respond but are at a loss for words.
"Cat got your tongue?" Megan asks.
“I... I... I...” You stammer.
Megan laughs. "What? You like my ass? Is that why you’ve been checking me out so much?” She asks mockingly.
"Yes," you whimper as you blush.
"So you have been ogling my ass?" She says pretending to be offended.
You hang your head. “Yes.” You’re screwed now. Megan’s gonna kick your ass for sure.
Megan raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Well Ashley, I might just have to punish you for that," she says.
"Hmmm... How are you gonna pay me back?” Megan says as she thinks for a moment.
Megan suddenly grabs your hand and begins pulling you towards her car. You stumble after her as she pulls you behind her. "Wait what? Where are we going?" You ask in a panic.
"You’ll see." Megan says over her shoulder to you.
You get into Megan's car. You don't know why she's so eager to have you in the car with her, but this is a bad idea. You feel like you're in a horror movie and you're about to be taken to a basement where you'll be tortured by a psycho killer.
Megan gets in the car and drives off.
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She opens the door to her house and steps inside. As soon as you step foot inside you realize something is wrong. The lights aren't turned on, no music is being played, it looks empty. There's nobody here. It's like Megan was expecting someone else to come along. You look around nervously, trying to figure out who would want to harm you. You hear footsteps coming up behind you. Your heart starts racing. What do you do? Do you run or stay still?
The footsteps stop right behind you. They were definitely following you. You start to turn around. Then you notice something weird. The person is wearing a mask. You scream. But then the masked man lunges forward and punches you hard in the stomach. He knocks you down. You land flat on your back.
He straddles you and holds his fist up above your throat. His arm is wrapped tightly around your neck. He lifts his other arm up and places it on your mouth. With his left hand he reaches into his pocket and takes out a knife.
As he stands up he whispers into your ear: "Say goodbye little boy".
Your vision blurs and everything goes black.
Ashley woke up in a cold sweat. She sat straight up in bed. She looked around quickly, realizing she wasn't alone. A dark haired girl was sitting next to her. She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.
“Oh god! Oh god!” Ashley said. She jumped out of bed and ran over to the bathroom.
When she came out of the bathroom, the girl was gone.
Megan had been driving around aimlessly for hours, thinking about how great it would be to take some innocent young boy to her secret hideout and torture him. She'd always thought about doing this since she was a kid. Now she finally had the chance to do it.
She drove through a small town, seeing nothing but farmland outside the windows. Suddenly she spotted a building with a sign saying 'Pizza Hut'. She pulled into the parking lot and parked near the front entrance. She stepped out of the car and locked the doors.
A group of teenage boys walked past the window. One of them caught sight of Megan and called out to his friends.
"Hey, check it out!" He shouted.
His friends gathered round to watch.
Megan took her cell phone out of her
Megan drives you to her place. She doesn't speak to you at all on the way there. You're too nervous to say anything because you think you're about to be killed.
Megan's house is huge. She must be rich. Maybe she's taking you back to her house so she can just kill you in private. You've seen movies like that before.
Megan parks her car in the driveway and gets out. You follow her lead and get out of the car.
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Megan walks up to the front door and opens it. She takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
You're now in a large living room. It's very nice. There are two large sofas, a coffee table, and a large flat screen TV.
Megan leads you over to the sofa and sits you down. She sits next to you. "So Ashley, I'm gonna punish you for checking out my ass. I'm gonna spank you. You're gonna get a nice, hard spanking for staring at my ass." She says.
You're scared now. You don't know what she's gonna do to you.
"I don't want to be spanked." You say.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't get hurt. I'm just gonna spank you. I'm gonna make you feel bad for staring at my ass." Megan says.
You're still scared. You don't know what she's gonna do to you.
"I'm gonna spank you, Ashley. You're gonna get a nice, hard spanking for staring at my ass." Megan says.
You're scared now. You don't know what she's gonna do to you.
"I don't want to be spanked." You say.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't get hurt. I'm just gonna spank you. I'm gonna make you feel bad for staring at my ass." Megan says.
You're still scared. You don't know what she's gonna do to you.
"I'm gonna spank you, Ashley. You're gonna get a nice, hard spanking for staring at my ass." Megan says.
You're scared now. You don't know what she's gonna do to you.
"I don't want to be spanked." You say.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't get hurt. I'm just gonna spank you. I'm gonna make you
Prompt 2
For the past few days, I've been getting direct messages from somebody I don't know on twitter. They're all videos. In them, this woman keeps murmuring that she loves me.
"I love you," she coos, "I love you."
It was kind of weird but I dismissed it; maybe it was some viral ASMR campaign or something. Last night, though, as I got home from work, I realized something.
I rushed to pull my phone out and check the videos, looking over some key details in the background.
All the while, the girl crooned softly, "I love you," with a blush on her face. She had short black hair and looked really plain.
The realization was a stark one. I looked all around and, comparing my apartment to the backgrounds in the video—I realized that this mysterious woman had been recording these from my apartment.
From my own home.
I was still awake when dawn came. Yesterday was Friday, so today I don't really have much better to do. Knowing that this woman could break into my house at any time made it impossible to sleep.
Really, I just waited. I didn't know what I was waiting for, but I came out into my living room and sat on the couch there. The sun was up now, and it was a little brighter outside. It felt like summer was coming to an end.
As I watched the birds flitting about in the sky, I thought back to the videos I'd seen of her. She had a cute voice. I couldn't help but think she was pretty, in a plain kind of way.
I play the video again, listening to her quiet words.
"I love you," she whispered, "I love you."
She's so shy, I thought. She looks like she's never said anything like that before.
"I love you," she murmured, "I love you." Over and over.
I didn't even recognize her. I had no idea how she even could have known me.
Mustering my courage, I sent a reply to the twitter account that the videos were from. I wrote, "Who are you?"
I waited. I checked my phone every few minutes, hoping that she would reply.
Nothing.
At around noon, I started getting nervous. My mind was racing. What if she was dangerous? What if she was a crazy person? Maybe she was going to come and hurt me!
I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I needed to stay home. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to sit here in my apartment and wait for her to show up.
Eventually, I decided to head to the store. I didn't feel like doing much else. I got some things I needed, stuff like bread, a frozen pizza, milk, a few cans of beer. I also bought a large box of cereal.
I was worried about leaving the door unlocked, but I figured that wouldn't be a problem. If she wanted to get inside, she'd already done it repeatedly.
When I got back, the apartment was empty.
I was relieved, but a little disappointed too. I guess I really wanted to know what she was thinking.
I ate a can of beer and opened up the TV, then flipped through the channels. There wasn't much on. I tried watching some anime, but I kept thinking about her. I knew that I should just relax, but I couldn't stop thinking.
I messaged that mysterious account again.
"I'm not angry," I wrote. "I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to know who you are."
I expected nothing, but I was still surprised when I got a reply.
"I am sorry," the message read, "but I cannot tell you my name."
It was a simple sentence, but it caught me off guard.
"Why?" I asked.
There was a long pause. I was about to give up when the message finally came.
"I will explain everything to you," she wrote, "if you let me come over."
I felt a chill seize my heart at that. It shouldn't be so scary—but for some reason it was!
I thought about the woman in the videos. She...looked harmless. Cute, even. She didn't seem violent or aggressive at all.
I hesitated, but I was curious.
"Okay," I typed. "Come over."
I didn't expect to hear back from her right away, but I was still shocked when I heard a knock on my door a few minutes later.
I opened the door, and she stood there. She was wearing a plain, white t-shirt, with jeans. Her chin-length hair was loose around her face, her bangs nearly covering her eyes.
She was petite, maybe 5'3". I couldn't tell her age, but I guessed she was probably somewhere between 18 and 25.
"Hi," I said, feeling a little frozen to the spot. I looked around nervously for a moment, then stepped back, holding the door open. "Come in."
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She smiled, walked past me, and entered the apartment. As soon as she did, I noticed the small camera mounted above my kitchen sink. I gasped.
My first instinct was to slam the door shut, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to scare her off.
She took a seat on the couch next to me, and we stared awkwardly at each other. We both seemed to be trying our best to say something without making eye contact.
Finally, she broke the silence.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
Her question threw me for a loop.
"Um..." I stammered. "Yeah, sure!"
"Good," she replied. "Let's eat."
She stood up and went to the fridge. I followed her, keeping a close watch on her body language.
She pulled out a carton of eggs, and put it down on the counter. Then she grabbed two slices of bread, and set them on top of the egg.
Then she turned towards me.
"So, I saw your videos," she began, smiling sweetly. "You're very nice."
She paused, taking another bite of her toast.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?" she asked, turning to look at me.
I gulped.
"Uh...yeah, sure," I managed to say.
She smiled, then reached into the cabinet under the sink and brought out a plate. On it was a bowl filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese.
I stared at it, dumbfounded. I hadn't eaten yet, but suddenly I felt ravenous.
She placed the food on the table and returned to the couch. When she sat down, she held out a hand to me.
"Please," she said, gesturing towards the plate. "Eat."
I looked at her blankly. Was she serious?
"If you want me to cook you breakfast," she continued, "you'll need to eat."
I was starting to panic. How could I possibly feed someone who lived in my apartment?!
Still, I was starving. I took a piece of bacon and popped it into my mouth.
"This is good," I mumbled, chewing slowly. "Thanks."
"Of course," she answered. "Now try some of this."
She picked up a slice of cheese and held it out to me. I hes
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She stepped inside. I shut the door behind her.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's okay," I said. "I was just a little surprised."
"I am sorry," she said again. "I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you my story."
"Okay," I said. I was still nervous, but I was also intrigued. "What's your story?"
"I am sorry," she said, "but I cannot tell you my name."
I didn't say anything. I just waited.
"I will explain everything to you," she wrote, "if you let me come over."
"Okay," I typed. "Come over."
I didn't expect to hear back from her right away, but I was still shocked when I heard a knock on my door a few minutes later.
I opened the door, and she stood there. She was wearing a plain, white t-shirt, with jeans. Her chin-length hair was loose around her face, her bangs nearly covering her eyes.
She was petite, maybe 5'3". I couldn't tell her age, but I guessed she was probably somewhere between 18 and 25.
"Hi," I said, feeling a little frozen to the spot. I looked around nervously for a moment, then stepped back, holding the door open. "Come in."
She stepped inside. I shut the door behind her.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's okay," I said. "I was just a little surprised."
"I am sorry," she said again. "I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you my story."
"Okay," I said. I was still nervous, but I was also intrigued. "What's your story?"
"I am sorry," she said, "but I cannot tell you my name."
I didn't say anything. I just waited.
"I will explain everything to you," she wrote, "if you let me come over."
"Okay," I typed. "Come over."
Prompt 3
I swear to fucking God, if I ever see Detective Dickbag again, I'm shoving his fucking badge down his throat. I know I'm in the witness protection program and they sent me to this shitty podunk town in order to keep the mob from axing me to wrap up loose ends, and I see that this town is a good place to hide, because any mobster that would come here to kill me would run away screaming from how fucking boring this place is before they could ever find me. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Jack. That's not my name, but now it is because of the witness protection program, and it's been my name for two years now, so I might as well get used to that being my name, because I don't think I'm ever fucking getting out of this town again. I'm pretty sure that detective's fucking forgot about me at this point. Or he's dead. I don't know, and I don't care, really. I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to die in this shitty town. Anyway, this shitty town is Rockmore, a place in the ass-end of fucking nowhere in Montana. Like, consider how ass-end of fucking nowhere some places can be in, like, Nevada or, I don't know, Vermont. But now imagine that, but in fucking Montana. There's about 700 other doomed souls in this place alongside me, and every one of them is depressed, drunk, angry, or a combination of the three. Including me.
This town is absolutely dead. If you want something to eat, your options are the Wal-Mart in the center of town, or the shitty dive bar on the outskirts, and that's it. If there was a restaurant in this town... I can't even finish that sentence. This place can't even support a fucking Denny's, let alone anything that belongs in the same sentence as the word "restaurant". Any establishment here would serve misery and despair as free sides with infinite refills. The local high school shut down about a decade ago, from what I'm told, and every kid here is homeschooled in the ways of the town, and the less I think about what that entails, the fucking better. Instead, the high school building is now home to some gun nuts they call a militia. Then again, in this town, five guys with pistols is a fucking army. The only real opposition would be the cops, which are about five people, but with shotguns instead of pistols. And as is standard with country cops, they have a hardon for fucking with outsiders, except no fucking outsiders ever come to this place, so they've got a whole bunch of pent up energy that's just raring to go.
And that's not all. Oh no, this fucking shithole hit the god damn jackpot when it comes to tensions. We've also got a cult camping out in an old ranch building, a probably corrupt mayor, a power plant that might explode any day now, a serial killer just sitting in a jail cell, and there might be some government plans to fuck with the weather here too. This place is a powder keg waiting to explode. Now, how do I know about all this stuff? Well, I'm the bartender at the shitty dive bar. I don't know why the fuck that asshole of a detective set me up with this job, because it's miserable. It's like I get to stew in all the misery and drunkenness of this town, every fucking night, serving these fucking dickbags, mopping up the vomit and getting home at 1 AM every night. But I do pick up a lot of rumors, and those rumors tell me that this town is going to go to hell, and I'm going with it. It's just a matter of when.
So really, I shouldn't have been surprised when it did happen. But I'm getting ahead of myself again. It was a regular night. Six guys puking, below the monthly average, and only twelve broken glasses. Now that I think about it, it was a good night. I don't know where the fuck all the replacement glasses come from, but I've stopped questioning shit in this town. Anyway, when I was walking home, I had a very bad feeling come over me, and that was something new. I hadn't had a feeling like that for over a year now, and the last time I had it, somebody had explosive shits in the bar restroom and spread it all over the place. So that feeling usually means something very bad is going to happen. But at least I did manage to arrive at my shitty apartment without issue. Then again, the apartment is about three houses over from the bar, both in the shittiest part of town. So as usual, I collapsed on the sofa in front of a running TV showing some sort of shitty re-run of an ancient program because that's all the local stations show here, and before long, I fell asleep.
Then, a blaring buzzing noise jolts me awake. For a moment, I think it's my alarm, but as I start regaining full consciousness, I notice it's still dark out. A quick look at the clock tells me it's 2 AM, why the fuck is there some sort of buzzing waking me up at this sort of time? But then, one look at the TV answers that question. Instead of some boring program, all I get to see is a black screen with white text reading "Emergency Alert System". Oh, no. Some sort of shit is going down in this town, and I'm fucking stuck here. Now all I can do is listen and find out just what the fuck is going down here. A voice begins to speak on the TV: "This message is being broadcast at the request of the Rockmore Police Department. Civil authorities have released a civil emergency message. Important information will follow."
My mind races with possibilities. What is it going to be? The militia making their move? The cult starting sacrifices? The police launching a coup? Mayor Anderson's moonshine lab exploded? The power plant blew up? The serial killer escaped and is on the loose? I had no idea what was about to come. Finally, the voice continued. "The Rockmore Police Department reports:
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Two men were found dead inside the Rockmore Power Plant earlier today. They appear to have died of electrocution after attempting to tamper with electrical equipment. Authorities are currently investigating the cause of death. At present, we cannot confirm whether or not foul play was involved. However, based upon evidence gathered by the investigation team, it appears that both victims were members of a cult called 'The Order'. The cult has been causing havoc throughout the area since its founding nearly four months ago. In response to the threat posed by the group, several residents have been arrested and charged with assault and trespassing. More arrests are expected soon. All citizens should remain indoors until further notice. Citizens are advised to contact law enforcement immediately if suspicious activity is witnessed. Thank you for listening."
What the fuck?! My first thought was that someone finally figured out how to blow up the power plant, and that it wasn't a bomb. But that couldn't be right. Why else would they say "foul play"? Unless the guy who planted the bomb is somehow related to the cult. No way! I mean, the cult wouldn't kill innocent civilians. Hell, they'd rather sacrifice themselves than hurt anyone. Besides, they're religious zealots, not psychopaths. Not unless they're crazy. And anyway, I haven't seen any sign of the cult around town lately. So yeah, whoever killed those two must have been working with the cult. Maybe they tried to take control of the city and decided to use the power plant explosion to cover their tracks. Yeah, that makes sense. Fuck, maybe the cult is trying to blame us. Maybe they'll send more of their crazies into our town to try and stir things up. That would make sense. Shit, I hope they don't blame us for this. I didn't do anything wrong. But then, I guess I should thank the person who put the bombs in the power plant. He saved my life.
But wait. I remember something. The power plant isn't actually supposed to explode tonight. It's supposed to stay closed until tomorrow morning. Damn it! How am I supposed to survive through another night like this? Wait, what happened to the news channel? Where did it go? Ah, yes. Here it is. "...and now back to..." What? Is this thing on loop? Does it never end? Oh man, this is torture. I need to turn off the goddamn TV. No
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a fire has broken out at the Rockmore Power Plant. The fire is under control, but there is a possibility of an explosion. Please remain calm and seek shelter in a safe area. The Rockmore Police Department will provide further information as it becomes available."
That's it? That's all the information they're going to give me? What the fuck? I don't even know where the power plant is, and now I'm supposed to just run to it and wait for the fucking explosion? That's fucking bullshit. I'm not going to do that. I'm going to stay here and wait for the fucking explosion. I'm not going to be the one that gets fucking blown up because I'm too fucking stupid to follow directions.
Prompt 4
It was twilight when the Kingdom of Acadae fell, the walls of its capital overrun by a deadly combination of plague and war. Arissia still remembered how the castle walls crumbled as though they were made of paper, and how the bodies of those who had died of the plague were scattered in the streets like the husks of dead insects. Her father the King told her to flee through the tunnels, and so she did, alone and half-blind with fear, until she emerged by the sea.
She looked out at the waters, and that was when she saw him: a dark shadow, a ghostly apparition. He was cloaked in black, as though he came from the night itself. His hair, damp with seafoam, was as light as the moon, and his skin was a pale alabaster. He was tall and slender, moving with effortless grace. Arissia stared at him in both wonder and fear. The man stepped onto the shore, making nary a sound as his feet sunk into the sand. His lips quirked in what was almost a smile, though there was an odd emptiness in his eyes.
He bowed and introduced himself. When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as a summer breeze, though its tone was laced with a sense of foreboding. "It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Rien. What brings you here, to this shore?"
"I am Arissia of Acadae," Arissia began. "My kingdom..." she broke off. Her throat felt thick with impending tears.
Rien roved his eyes over the dead wilderness. In the distance the flames of the burning city cast red shadows across the land. "I see. Do you have somewhere to go?"
"No...my father told me to escape, but..."
"It will be dangerous," said Rien quietly, his eyes still gazing out at the burning city. "There is no place for a fallen kingdom's princess. I will accompany you."
Rien offered his hand, and Arissia hesitantly took it. His skin was cool, his palm smooth, as though it were made of glass. Not knowing what else to do, she followed him on a journey without a destination.
Yet no matter where they went, the landscape was dreary and lifeless. The few habitations they passed were abandoned, seemingly for many years—though that did not make sense to Arissia, who remembered her homeland being a vibrant place, full of joy, life, and greenery.
As time passed, the temperature dropped further. The scraggly birds and weedy plants that Arissia fed upon became less and less frequent. As each day passed, Arissia felt the emptiness of her stomach grow stronger, until she began to feel faint and weak. The frost nipped at her fingers, and the cold seeped into her bones.
One day, on a day when Arissia felt very weak and hungry and tired, Rien took her back to the beach where they first met. The sea was a cold gray that reflected the desolate sky. The waves gently lapped on the shore, leaving dark impressions behind as the foam melted into the sand.
"It would be nice, wouldn't it?" said Rien, his voice soft.
"What would be?" Arissia asked. She felt very cold now.
Rien gazed out at the ocean, his light eyes distant. He swept his arm out across the sea. "To fall asleep here, within the water.
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To never wake up again."
Arissia shivered. "That sounds horrible."
"Not really. It is peaceful. You could spend your days here if you wanted. But then, you are not a fish."
The next morning, Arissia awoke feeling refreshed and rested. A small flock of pink-and-white birds chirped nearby. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head. There was no sign of any kind of struggle or violence. No corpses strewn about. Nothing but a beautiful blue sky and warm sun shining down on her face.
A sudden gust of wind blew against her cheek. Then another. And another. Arissia looked around. She was lying near some rocks, which were covered in mosses and ferns. Above her was a tree, and beneath her was a large rock. She rose to her feet, brushing away the last remnants of sleepiness. She walked towards the tree. Its leaves rustled lightly in the breeze. The ground was dry and firm underfoot. The air smelled fresh and clean.
Arissia reached the tree and peered upwards. The branches swayed gently, swaying in unison with one another. They reminded her of the trees in her home country, except these seemed much more delicate than the ones back home. She ran her hands along their bark. Smooth and silky. Soft and yielding. They didn't even seem to be wood. More like feathers, perhaps?
Her heart beat faster as she climbed higher. At last she found herself standing on a branch. It bent slightly in the breeze, just enough to allow her to stand upright. Looking down, she realized that the tree was actually a huge nest, with tiny eggs inside. The mother bird flew overhead, carrying food to feed her chicks.
When she heard a familiar voice calling her name, Arissia turned to look. On the other side of the nest was Rien. He waved his hand in greeting. "Come!" he called. "We must leave soon! Come!"
Arissia jumped from the branch, landing safely on the ground below. She glanced up at the mother bird, who gave a loud cry of alarm before flying away. "Where are we going?" Arissia asked.
"To my village," answered Rien. "You can stay there while I return to my people."
Arissia nodded, thinking it best to accept whatever fate awaited
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To let the sea take you, and let the sea take me. To become one with the sea, and to let the sea become one with us."
Arissia's heart ached at the thought of sleeping forever, of never waking up. She shook her head. "No. I can't."
Rien smiled. "I understand. You're a fighter. You're not like me. You're not like your father. You're not like the others."
Arissia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean that you are strong. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your posture. You're not a coward. You're not a fool. You're not a victim. You're not a weakling."
Arissia blushed again. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. But it's not a compliment. It's a warning. You must not be like me."
"Like you?" Arissia asked.
"Yes. I'm a monster. I'm a killer. I'm a murderer. I'm a ghost."
"You're not a murderer," Arissia said.
"I'm not?" Rien looked surprised. "I'm a killer. I'm a monster. I'm a ghost."
"You're not a monster," Arissia said. "You're not a killer. You're not a ghost."
"You're not a killer, but you're a monster. You're not a ghost, but you're a killer. You're not a monster, but you're a ghost. You're not a killer, but you're a monster. You're not a ghost, but you're a killer. You're not a monster, but you're a ghost. You're not a killer, but you're a monster. You're not a ghost, but you're a killer. You're not a monster, but you're a ghost. You're not
Prompt 5
The four heroes of light, Tiz, Agnes, Ringabell and Edea had a busy day looking for information in Florem, but after having found nothing useful, they decided to return to inn to relax for the rest of the day. Mildly tired, the group decided to sit on a round table and chat for a bit.
"I'm sorry about this morning," Ringabell said, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. "It's just that our information search was completely useless."
Agnes, a bit frustrated, said, "If we don't hurry up, we will not awaken the crystals in time."
"i know," said Ringabell sternly.
After a while they ordered a cup of coffee, and as Ringabell was drinking it, Edea began to speak about her plan of action. but as she started to stand up, she knocked over her cup of coffee, unfortunately causing the cup to fall and skid under the bed.
"Mrgrgr..." She let out an annoyed sigh and then quickly went to where the cup landed. Bending over, she tried to fit her body into the space under the bed to reach the cup; unfortunately for her, the cup had gone to the other side of the bed, just out of her reach.
"Damn." She decided then to fit more of her body inside, but something was stopping her from going further: Edea had a rather... large bottom. And the more she struggled, the more her mass would jiggle from left to right.
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Ringabell looked at the scene with interest. He couldn't help noticing how much the girl's butt looked like a watermelon.
He thought it might be fun to see if he could make some kind of joke or prank out of it, so he asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Edea turned around and noticed him standing next to the bed, watching her struggle. She gave a look of surprise and irritation before saying, "Oh! I'm trying to get my cup back!"
"You're trying to do too much at once, dear," he said, smiling. "Why don't you start by getting your butt off the floor? You'll have enough room to move now."
Edea didn't answer, but got up instead and moved away from the bed. As soon as she stood up, however, she realized that she'd made herself quite visible from outside the door. Her face reddened slightly when she saw the two men staring at her.
"What is it?" Ringabell asked.
"Nothing," she replied nervously. "Just... well, there's someone outside who wants to talk to me."
Tiz raised an eyebrow and said, "That doesn't sound good."
"No, it isn't," Edea agreed. "But I think I can handle it."
She walked towards the door and opened it, only to find a man wearing a hooded cloak standing there. His hands were behind his back and his expression seemed somewhat hostile.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
The stranger pulled his hood down and revealed himself to be none other than the leader of the cultists, The Dark One.
"Well, hello, Edea," he said. "We've been waiting for you here for ages."
Edea gasped and backed away. "How did you get in here?!"
"Oh, please, no need to worry," he laughed. "I am one of them. A follower of Light. I came here because I wanted to meet you."
As Edea continued backing away, the others joined her, their faces showing shock and fear.
"You're one of them?! What does this mean?!"
The Dark One shrugged. "It means that I want to be friends with you. We all share a common goal: to save the world."
At this point, Tiz and Ringabell finally understood
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"This is embarrassing..." she thought to herself, feeling herself getting redder by the second. She was starting to think that maybe she should just call the others to help her. But she couldn't do that, it would make her look weak. So she tried to pull herself up by her legs and got her head out from under the bed.
"... Ow..." she groaned as she sat up. "I need a vacation."
"Edea?" Agnes asked, looking at her in confusion.
"I knocked over my coffee, and it's under the bed," she replied.
"Oh," said Agnes, and then she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Edea asked, looking at Agnes, confused.
"It's just that you're really cute when you're red and embarrassed," said Agnes.
"Well, I'm not embarrassed anymore," said Edea. "I'm just really tired."
"I see," said Agnes, now a bit shy.
Edea looked at Agnes, who was looking down. "Agnes, look at me," she said.
"Huh?" Agnes said, looking up.
"Look at me," Edea said, and this time she gave a small smile.
Agnes' face turned bright red.
"Look at me," Edea said again, smiling even wider.
Agnes was now speechless.
"Edea, are you sure you don't want to call the others to help you get the cup?" Ringabell asked.
"No, it's fine," Edea said. "I'll get it."
She sat down and leaned over the bed, trying to stretch her legs to reach the cup. Ringabell, seeing her struggling, tried to help her, but it was to no avail.
"Damn..." Edea said.
Ringabell decided to stand up and look under the bed, but when he did, he was caught off guard by the view he saw. Edea's body was pressed up against the bed, and her butt was jiggling from side to side. Ringabell could feel his cock stirring.