#We are writing a book / or AI will.. BUT WITH OUR HELP!

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sudden current
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I am struggling to keep up with what's going on with these peoples' love lives

rustic raft
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lemme try to sum it up

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tila and voo are gay for each other and theyre together

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theo likes me

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amra and i are together

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val likes amra

sudden current
rustic raft
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cant blame them

last jackal
rustic raft
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im hot

last jackal
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Definitely

sudden current
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Or maybe friends with benefits?

rustic raft
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oh now im confused too

last jackal
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Definitely the latter

rustic raft
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i think they tried to be together but ended up besties?

last jackal
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Fwb

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Damn who just got friend zoned here

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Let's take a guess

rustic raft
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@dusky cape whatchu say, do you wanna be friends with benefits with tilasak?

last jackal
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Tilasak cuz Voo likes cows

rustic raft
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😭

simple trellis
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Ah yes first it was a traveling story then a music band to a betrayal to an island of love

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Story seems connected

rustic raft
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love island yes

last jackal
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It just get more interesting

rustic raft
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rival and friends love island
who wouldve thought the six year birthday of the server would end up like this?

last jackal
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Well

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On the bright side

simple trellis
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Everything can happen

last jackal
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We emphasize on the number 6

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There are 6 people in love here

rustic raft
simple trellis
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I am now curious what's the next chapter about

last jackal
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Konrad have you made an appearance yet?

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Cuz I don't remember

simple trellis
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Maybe just once idk

last jackal
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I actually don't remember much from when I was away for a month

simple trellis
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Ah wait wasn't i the one with the guitar?

last jackal
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LMAO

simple trellis
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Nah i was the one who played the drums

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Its in chapter 10

last jackal
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@charred trail oiii tilasak why no pin after 6th chapter owo

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Rival pinned till 6th chapter

simple trellis
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Wonder why doesn't Rival do the chapters anymore

last jackal
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Rival busy

simple trellis
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Makes sense

unkempt nymph
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it's so heart warming.

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Would be a shame if someone just ruined everything

dusky cape
rustic raft
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fruityyy

lime perch
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what the

cursive surge
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I forgot about the book qwq

charred pier
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WHY AM I IN LOVE WITH JADE (in the book you bitches)

last jackal
grand onyx
last jackal
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Every one so gay lol

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It's a love hexagon

grand onyx
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HAHAHAAH

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okay but your pov must've been so funny tho

charred pier
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edited it

harsh folio
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reads second paragraph, is already confused

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this is hilarious megalol

simple trellis
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The ai had some thought for it to come up to make it sound hilarious

lime perch
charred pier
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I already changed the message 😭

lime perch
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i interpreted "in the book you bitches" incorrectly

charred pier
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bruh

grand onyx
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there's no saving that message hunny

simple trellis
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Hahaha

charred pier
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😭

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disclaimer I'm not in love with jade 👊

rustic raft
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why though

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cause i'm hot

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jkjk

charred pier
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I don't know

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probably because I hated you for a while 💀

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but I'm glad I don't anymore đŸ«¶đŸ«¶đŸ«¶

rustic raft
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unlike the reason we hated each other 💀

charred pier
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that reason is the most unslay person to ever exist đŸ„°

rustic raft
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DJ ungelskog spittin facts

charred pier
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DJ UNGELSKOG AHAHAH

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new nickname

last jackal
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I'm guessing he's in the server

rustic raft
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LMFAOOO

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Spittin fire beats

grand onyx
grand onyx
simple trellis
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Gotten so interesting that we won't need the ai to do it, instead you guys can expand it

grand onyx
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I guess I shouldn't stick my nose there so I won't, just happy you get along well now

rustic raft
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Ngl considering how much we both hate the other person involved now
We could probably tell you
Not in the server though

last jackal
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Is that person in this server?

simple trellis
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Wonder who

grand onyx
sudden current
last jackal
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I seem to have a vague idea

simple trellis
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May i know who

rustic raft
sudden current
rustic raft
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oh my god is all the drama unfolding now

simple trellis
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Okay

grand onyx
last jackal
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Maybe that person is here

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If he's here then I'm guessing right

simple trellis
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Okay... I lost it

grand onyx
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I'm so lost 😂

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But if you're saying that person is in the server maybe we should not talk about it

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Not here at least

last jackal
grand onyx
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I'm still gonna grab popcorn as soon as I see a yummy bread in my dms

rustic raft
rustic raft
last jackal
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Ohu so it must be the ||best friend||???

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Or ex bsf?

grand onyx
rustic raft
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Smh i have to make dinner but i'll send after

grand onyx
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Dinner??? IT'S 7:30PM

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I was gonna get a fucking snack now!

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Dinner is at 12 megalol

last jackal
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I have dinner at 10 pm

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Tea at 1 am

dusky cape
dusky cape
last jackal
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Dorward

dusky cape
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Dorward

rustic raft
last jackal
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Add meehhhh

hard goblet
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pls I mean

rustic raft
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oh my god this is so gonna turn into a bitching gc

grand onyx
grand onyx
hard goblet
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I'd love a gc with my friends soo

sudden current
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Tbh I don't know the full story so could I get added as well?

rustic raft
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i'll do that once djungelskog approves of me telling the entire thing

hard goblet
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smh

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he's a dj

last jackal
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Weeeeeee

simple trellis
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Dj uncleskog

hard goblet
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true

grand onyx
simple trellis
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Spying

lime perch
grand onyx
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I can't unsee

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Now I can't unsee djungelskog's name as djungel's cock

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@charred pier turn into a blahaj or something, i don't know

simple trellis
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Seems like we are forging new names

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Rival & Friends Server exclusive names

grand onyx
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Lmao

charred pier
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my name has been cursed

charred pier
rustic raft
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lfggg

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im gonna send a long ass voice message in a bit

dusky cape
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the jungles cocks

rustic raft
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LMFAOO

grand onyx
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HAHAHAH

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niceeee

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now i can't unsee bananas either

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i guess it's time to start eating bananas again smh

rustic raft
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i had a sausage for dinner lmaoo

dusky cape
rustic raft
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whose though

last jackal
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Add meeeeeee

hard goblet
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I was never added

narrow yacht
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Got room for one more?

simple trellis
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There is always room for anyone it's just that how the AI introduce people

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Sometimes a few people get involved sometimes others

rustic raft
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i think he means the groupchat 😭

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but nah it's full sorryy

simple trellis
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Ah okay

hard goblet
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good

simple trellis
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Chapter when

last jackal
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yes

last jackal
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New chapter when

graceful jewel
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@charred trail new chapter when

charred trail
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(tomorrow!)

rustic raft
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ouffff that is heartbreaking

last jackal
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Damn

simple trellis
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where new chapter?

last jackal
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This chat died

lime perch
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rip chat
~ 2023-24
we will rember you forever

graceful jewel
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Tilasak is still drinking wine

rustic raft
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that’s a lot of wine

grand onyx
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Make a chapter about tilasak drinking wine

tepid sphinx
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I really hope AI written books will never be good enough to be published commercially

charred trail
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maybe start over

simple trellis
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What would the new AI book be about?

charred pier
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maybe we could all submit our characters again and they could have a lil adventure

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maybe a summer themed one as it's nearly summer

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could be cute

rustic raft
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hell yeah

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Rival & friends on vacation!

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call it Love Overboard

graceful jewel
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hahah sure

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<@&1072173286944940143> summer is coming and you guys requested more rival & friends adventures. Submit your name and we will get going with Season 2.

last jackal
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Where

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To submit name owo

narrow yacht
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Aaron

graceful jewel
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just send the names in here

cinder elbow
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AK

last jackal
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Kitty Meowza (Filia)

rustic raft
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Jade

sudden current
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whatttt

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James

tepid sphinx
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Shnica

grand onyx
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Ane or Nycta whatever floats ur boat

last jackal
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@burnt zodiac Phil

burnt zodiac
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yes count me in

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Princess Phillipi the first

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not Sofia

minor linden
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Not my name but uh Blue

charred pier
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dont wanna use my real name soo

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DJ

last jackal
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Dj Skog

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Honestly I think Phil should get me one

lime perch
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Miller

graceful jewel
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working on it

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a lil difficult to find the right host haha

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<@&1072173286944940143> Season 2

It was just another ordinary day in the local supermarket. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow over the endless rows of processed foods and shelves stacked with merchandise. Customary murmurs of shoppers drifted through the aisles as they scoured the shelves for their daily needs. But amidst this mundane scene, something strange caught Valentin's eye. As he turned a corner, he noticed a door that hadn't been there before. It was unassuming, barely noticeable amidst the bustling crowd, but there was something peculiar about it. The wood had an almost ethereal quality, as if it were carved from the very essence of fantasy itself. Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer.

His friends, Tilasak and Filia, were standing nearby, exchanging idle banter about the latest video game. Aaron, the newest member of their group, was trailing behind, looking a bit lost in the sea of shelves. When Valentin called out to them, they turned in his direction, their eyes widening in surprise when they saw the door.

"What's that?" Aaron asked, pointing at the door.

"I'm not sure," Tilasak replied, walking up to it and examining the carved wood. "It wasn't here before. Do you think it's some sort of secret entrance?"

Valentin shrugged. "Could be. Or maybe it's a new exhibit or something."

"Oh, you think it's an art installation?" Aaron joked.

"It could be," Tilasak replied with a shrug, "but it's not like there's any label or anything." He reached out to touch the door, but as his fingertips grazed the wood, a strange sensation coursed through him. It was as if an invisible force had brushed against his skin...

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go d damn i wanna add more options

last jackal
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Lol the try the one on discord

terse zincBOT
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How regluarly would you want to read new chapter?

1ïžâƒŁ Weekly

2ïžâƒŁ Daily

3ïžâƒŁ ecery 2nd day

last jackal
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Oop

narrow yacht
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i need to catch up fr

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lets see whats there

graceful jewel
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new chapters every friday then

lime perch
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ecery friyay!

simple trellis
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yeah that would be good

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>

..."Hey, you guys, check this out," Aaron said excitedly, pointing at a small plaque on the floor. It read: "Do not enter. This door leads to a restricted area. Violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."

Tilasak grinned. "Cool, a secret area! You think it's like a hidden club or something?"

Aaron shook his head. "Dude, this is a supermarket. I don't think it's anything special. Maybe it's just a storage room or something."

"Come on, Aaron, let's at least take a look," Tilasak urged. He reached out and turned the knob, but the door didn't budge. It was locked. "Well, that's odd," he muttered.

Valentin glanced around, looking for anything that might help them open the door. His gaze landed on a nearby display of peanut butter jars, their labels vying for shoppers' attention with promises of creamy goodness. As he considered the display, a mischievous grin spread across his face. "I think I know how to open it," he said, nodding toward the peanut butter hub.

Tilasak and Filia exchanged confused glances, but Aaron's eyes lit up with understanding. "You're going to use the jars as a makeshift battering ram?" he guessed.

"Exactly," Valentin replied, selecting a sturdy jar and holding it above his head. "One... two..." He swung the jar against the door with all his might, the force of the impact echoing through the supermarket. The door rattled, but didn't give.

"Dude, are you sure that's a good idea?" Aaron asked, worried that someone might notice them.

Tilasak, on the other hand, was undeterred. "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures!" he exclaimed, selecting another jar of peanut butter. "Here, let me show you how it's done." He swung the jar with all his might, this time connecting with the door's handle. There was a loud click, and the door flew open.

"Wow, you got it!" Aaron exclaimed, impressed. They all peered into the small room beyond. It was dimly lit, and filled with rows of shelves lined with crates. "It's a storage room," Tilasak said, a note of disappointment in his voice.

"Maybe it's just full of really rare or expensive foods," Filia suggested hopefully. "Like, secret stashes of truffles or something."

They moved further into the storage room, shining their phone flashlights around to illuminate the darkness. The air was cool and musty, and the shelves were packed tight with crates and boxes. As they explored, they began to notice that some of the items were indeed quite unusual. There were jars of pickled things they'd never seen before, and packages of dried herbs and spices they couldn't identify.

"Look at this," Tilasak said, pointing at a crate labeled in a language they didn't recognize. "What do you think it is?"

to be continued

narrow yacht
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can i choose to take some of them

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for research purposes

last jackal
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Lmfao

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Food

narrow yacht
grand onyx
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I thought about that when I said it hahah

graceful jewel
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This weeks chapter will be delayed until Monday I’m sorry

lime perch
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okay, we forgive you 👍 /j

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>
"I don't know, but it looks important," Aaron replied, nudging the crate with his foot. As they examined it further, they noticed a tiny latch on one side that was hidden by a flap of cardboard. "Hey, maybe there's a hidden compartment," he said, carefully prying open the latch. The flap folded down, revealing a small space within the crate. Inside, they found a leather-bound journal.

"Looks like an old diary," Tilasak said, picking it up and opening it. The pages were yellowed with age, and written in a neat, flowing script. "It's in English," he added, reading aloud:

"Today, I added a new ingredient to my secret salsa recipe: a rare variety of chili pepper from the Amazon. The flavor was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. I can't wait to share it with the world!"

As Aaron read aloud, the others gathered around to listen, their curiosity piqued. "What else does it say?" Tilasak asked, flipping through the pages. "Let's find out more about this secret salsa!"

Aaron continued reading: "I've been experimenting with a new recipe for salsa, using some of the rare ingredients I found during my travels. I've added a bit of the rare chili pepper from the Amazon, and a touch of the secret herbs I discovered in Mexico. The result is unlike anything you've ever tasted!"

Tilasak nodded, intrigued. "That sounds amazing. Let's give it a try!" They all gathered around the kitchen island, carefully measuring out the ingredients from the journal. As they worked, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within them. Finally, they combined all the ingredients in a large bowl and mixed them together, creating a vibrant red salsa with a tantalizing aroma.

"Here goes nothing," Aaron said, scooping out a small sample with a chip. They all tasted it together, and their eyes widened in surprise. The flavor was unlike anything they had ever tasted before; a perfect balance of sweet, spicy, and savory. "Wow," Filia breathed. "This is incredible."

Tilasak nodded in agreement. "I think we've got a real winner here. We should enter this into the salsa competition at the food festival next month." The others all nodded in agreement. They decided to spend the next few weeks perfecting the recipe and making sure they had enough of the rare ingredients to enter their creation in the contest.

As the days went by, they continued to experiment with different variations of the salsa, each one more delicious than the last. They even began to dream up ideas for how they could market their creation if they won the competition. Their excitement grew with each passing day, and they couldn't wait to share their secret recipe with the world.

But just as they were about to finalize their entry, they noticed something strange. Another contestant, a man named Phil, had entered the competition with a salsa that looked eerily similar to their own. They couldn't believe their eyes. As they watched him prepare his dish, they saw him using the exact same ingredients and techniques they had been using. It was as if he had been spying on them!

"I can't believe this," Tilasak muttered under her breath. "How does he know about our secret recipe?" They couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and betrayal. They had worked so hard to perfect their recipe, and now it seemed like all their hard work might be for nothing.

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this is already getting so weird ahaha

charred pier
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salsa??

sudden current
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I just learned I probably can't have pizza the semi hard way, so bleh to the food

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Like an 80 year old seeing a photo of Megan fox sorta hard

burnt zodiac
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in my defense, it's Salsa

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I salsa(ed) my way to getting the recipe stolen ahaha

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also why is Tilasak referred to as her here, Female Tila?

echo inlet
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Brooo T_T

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Starting from a silly lil adventure and now with da foods, I do agree it's weird

last jackal
rustic raft
graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>
As they watched Phil prepare his salsa, they noticed that he was being rather cocky about the whole situation. He kept glancing over at them and smirking, as if he knew something they didn't. "What do we do now?" Aaron asked, looking worried. "We can't just sit here and let him take credit for our recipe."

Tilasak took a deep breath and said, "No, we won't. We'll just have to prove that our salsa is better than his. We'll have to win the people over with our passion and dedication." The others nodded in agreement.

They spent the next few hours practicing their sales pitches, making sure they could convey the love and care that had gone into creating their salsa. They also made sure to emphasize the unique flavor that came from their rare ingredients, and how their recipe had been passed down through generations.

As the day of the competition drew closer, they could feel the butterflies in their stomachs. They had never felt more determined to prove that their salsa was the best. They arrived at the food festival early, setting up their booth and meticulously arranging their salsa samples. They could see Phil's booth across the way, and they couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline as they prepared to face off against him.

The moment of truth finally arrived. The crowd began to gather around as the judges were led over to inspect their dishes. Tilasak and Aaron stood proudly beside their salsa, while the others went to mingle with the crowd, explaining the history of their recipe and sharing samples of their creation. As they talked, they couldn't help but steal glances over at Phil, waiting for him to make a mistake.

Phil seemed to sense their scrutiny and glared back at them, a look of arrogance on his face. He began to tell his own version of the story behind his salsa, emphasizing the time and effort he had put into perfecting it. Tilasak couldn't help but roll her eyes. She knew that his story was nothing compared to theirs.

As the judges tasted their salsa, Tilasak and Aaron held their breath. They could feel the anticipation building in their chests. When the judges finally turned to taste Phil's salsa, Tilasak couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. She had been right; the bitter herb had made all the difference. They watched as Phil's face contorted in disgust as he tasted the ruined salsa.

The judges moved on to taste theirs, and Tilasak closed her eyes, trying to will the judges to choose their salsa. After what seemed like an eternity, the lead judge announced the results. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as they heard Tilasak and Aaron's names called out as the winners. They exchanged glances, their eyes shining with triumph.

Phil's face turned beet red as he stormed over to their booth, his hands shaking with anger. "You cheated!" he spat at them. "You added a bitter herb to my salsa!"

Tilasak and Aaron exchanged glances, feigning innocence. "We did no such thing," Tilasak replied calmly. "Perhaps you've just made a mistake in your own recipe, Phil."

Phil's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he struggled to maintain his composure. "You're lying! I know it was you! You think you can just steal my idea and win?"

Tilasak crossed her arms, feeling a mixture of anger and pity for Phil. "I don't know what you're talking about, Phil. But I do know that we won fair and square. And if that bothers you so much, maybe you should reconsider why salsa meant so much to you."

Phil's face twisted in rage as he lunged at Tilasak, his fists clenched. The crowd around them gasped and stepped back, unsure of what was happening. Tilasak's heart raced, but she didn't back down. She stood her ground, meeting Phil's angry gaze with determination. Aaron moved to intervene, trying to calm Phil down, but it was no use.

"You ruined my life!" Phil screamed, his voice cracking with emotion. "You took everything from me!"

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Tilasak and Aaron exchanged worried glances as they realized the depth of Phil's despair. They tried to reason with him, telling him that the salsa competition wasn't everything, that he had a life outside of it. But their words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Phil's face contorted with anger and misery as he continued to lash out at them, his fists clenched and trembling.

The crowd around them grew more agitated, some people calling for security, others trying to calm Phil down. The noise was deafening, and Tilasak's heart raced as she struggled to process what was happening. She couldn't believe that this was how it was all going to end: with violence and tragedy.

She glanced at Aaron, who was now standing between her and Phil, his body tense and ready to defend her if need be. His eyes were filled with fear and anger, but also a deep sadness that she knew came from seeing the depths of Phil's despair.

As the crowd continued to swarm around them, some people shouting for security, others trying to pull Phil away from them, Tilasak felt a sudden urge to reach out to him. She wanted to tell him that there was more to life than this competition, that his life wasn't defined by salsa. But she knew that in his current state, her words would likely fall on deaf ears.

Aaron, on the other hand, seemed to be trying a different approach. He put a hand on Phil's shoulder and spoke calmly, his voice low and steady. "Listen, man, we get it. Losing sucks. But you can't let this consume you. You've got friends and family who care about you. You're important to them."

Tilasak watched as Phil's shoulders sagged slightly under Aaron's touch, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. She wished there was something she could do to help him, to make him see that his life was worth more than this competition.

The crowd continued to swirl around them, some people still shouting for security, others trying to calm Phil down. It was a surreal scene, like something out of a nightmare. She glanced at Aaron, feeling a deep sense of connection with him in that moment. They were both trying to save someone they cared about, even though they didn't know exactly how.

As Phil's breath came out in ragged gasps, his fists slowly unclenched. His shoulders slumped, and his gaze drifted away from Tilasak and Aaron. For a moment, she thought he might be coming to his senses. But then he took a step back, his expression hardening once again.

The crowd around them seemed to sense the shift in the air, their murmurs growing louder as they moved closer, unsure of what to make of the situation. Someone called out Phil's name, but he didn't seem to hear them. His eyes were fixed on something in the distance, something that neither Tilasak nor Aaron could see.

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apparently Tilasak is a woman now

rustic raft
rustic raft
charred trail
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Go team titty-Aaron!!

simple trellis
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What is that picture omg

lime perch
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that thing looks like smth i draw which would be uglier

narrow yacht
last jackal
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WUT IS THAT PICTURE

last jackal
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Bro it's not that deep

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Funny how this is the opposite of how Phil reacts to losing megalol I love this

graceful jewel
burnt zodiac
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dear Lord, why am I so dramatic sky_kekOwO

burnt zodiac
simple trellis
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me when angry :

last jackal
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What if Phil and Female Tila decided to get married

simple trellis
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phil+tila = philia

last jackal
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Um nein, there's no i there

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Tilaphil

simple trellis
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it sounded better in my head

burnt zodiac
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lmaoooo what

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Phila?

burnt zodiac
last jackal
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Me either

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>
"Phil?" Aaron asked, his voice full of concern. "Are you okay?"

Tilasak stepped forward, her hand outstretched toward him. "Phil, please, listen to me. You can't do this. You have so much to live for."

He turned to her, his eyes filled with desperation. "But I lost, Tilasak. I lost everything."

Aaron placed a firm hand on Phil's shoulder, trying to steady him. "No, you didn't. You had us. You had your friends. And you still do. You just can't see it right now."

Tilasak looked into Phil's eyes, searching for some sign of recognition. "Yes, we're here for you. We care about you. But you have to care about yourself too, Phil. You can't just throw your life away."

Aaron put an arm around Phil's shoulders, leading him gently away from Tilasak. "Come on, man. Let's get you out of here. We can talk about this more when you're feeling better."

Phil allowed himself to be led, his steps unsteady and slow. As they moved through the crowd, Tilasak watched them go, her heart heavy with worry. She knew that what they had seen was important, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The image of Phil's lost expression, filled with despair and hopelessness, haunted her. She knew she had to find some way to reach him, to make him understand that there was more to life than just this competition.

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As she stood there, lost in thought, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Aaron. His face was etched with concern. "Are you okay, Tilasak?"

She turned to him, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... processing everything. It's been a lot to take in."

Aaron nodded, his expression still concerned. "Yeah, I can imagine. Look, I don't want to push you or anything, but if you ever want to talk about it, you know where I am."

Tilasak forced a small smile. "Thanks, Aaron. I appreciate that. But right now, I think I just need some time alone."

He nodded, giving her a brief hug before stepping back. "Okay, take all the time you need. But remember, we're here for you, okay?"

Tilasak watched Aaron walk away, her heart still heavy with worry. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important about what had just happened. Something she was supposed to understand.

She turned back to the crowd, searching for any sign of what had caught Phil's attention. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just people milling about, talking, laughing. But she felt a strange sense of unease, as if everything was about to change.

As she scanned the crowd, Tilasak noticed a man in the back, standing apart from everyone else. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with an air of quiet confidence about him. Something about his presence commanded attention, even from across the room. She couldn't shake the feeling that this man was somehow connected to what had just happened with Phil.

Tilasak made her way through the crowd, weaving between the conversations and laughter. The closer she got to the man, the more she could see his features clearly. He had a strong jawline and deep-set eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. His dark hair was neatly combed back, revealing a high forehead and arched eyebrows.

As she drew near, he turned his head slightly in her direction, meeting her gaze. There was an unspoken understanding between them, as if he had been expecting her. Without a word, he motioned for her to follow him. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the party before finally deciding to trust her instincts and follow the mysterious man.

They wove their way through the crowd, avoiding the brightly lit path that everyone else seemed to be following. The farther they strayed from the center of the room, the dimmer the lights grew, until they were standing in near darkness. Tilasak could feel the air change, becoming thick with anticipation and an undercurrent of fear.

The man turned to her, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "I knew you would come," he said softly. "I've been waiting for you."

Tilasak swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine. "Waiting for me?" she managed to reply. "I don't understand."

The man smiled, his expression both knowing and sad. "You are not yet ready to understand," he said gently. "But you will. Everything is about to change, Tilasak. More than you could possibly imagine."

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what is happening ahahaha

simple trellis
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i wonder who is that " mysterious man "

rustic raft
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Probably Gandalf or Darth Vader

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idk who Aaron is but I ship him and tilasak

sudden current
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Tilasak has become a victim of human trafficking

last jackal
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Naw bro i ship Philasak

narrow yacht
main idol
narrow yacht
main idol
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Aye my fav emote thonk

last jackal
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Wow

narrow yacht
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hi kitty!

last jackal
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Don't mind me, just shipping my bf Phil with female Tilasak

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They could've been so adorable together

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I mean come on they both have the same zodiac sign too

burnt zodiac
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Lmao

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don't mind the tears

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someone was cutting onions

last jackal
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Lol

lime perch
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their eyes was sweating

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>
She felt her heart race, her palms growing sweaty. "Ch-change? What do you mean?" she stammered.

The man smiled, his expression both gentle and sad. "I cannot say more now, Tilasak. But I can tell you that everything you have ever known is about to be turned upside down. You must be strong, and brave. The fate of us all rests on your shoulders."

Tilasak felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She looked into his eyes, searching for some hidden meaning, but found only sincerity. The dim light of the room cast long shadows across his face, making him appear almost ethereal.

"But... what does that mean? What am I supposed to do?" she managed to stammer.

The man took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I cannot say more now, Tilasak. But you must trust your instincts. You have a role to play in this, whether you believe it or not. You must be prepared for whatever comes next."

As he spoke, the air around them seemed to grow charged with energy. Tilasak felt a weight settling heavily in the pit of her stomach, a mixture of fear and anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to run back to the party, to the familiar comfort of her friends and the bright lights. But something held her in place, a strange sense of duty or fate that she couldn't shake.

The man stepped even closer, his breath tickling her ear. "You must trust me, Tilasak," he whispered. "The world as you know it is about to change, and you are the key to unlocking its potential. But first, you must say goodbye to everything you've ever known."

Tilasak swallowed hard, her heart racing. She could feel his words resonating deep within her, a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The darkness around them seemed to press in, suffocating, but at the same time, it felt like a safe haven, a place where she could finally breathe.

As she stood there, uncertain and terrified, she couldn't help but wonder what it was that she was being asked to do. What role did she play in this new world that was about to emerge? And why did this man, this stranger, seem to know so much about her?

The room began to spin, and Tilasak felt herself growing dizzy. The weight of the man's words, the pressure of this strange and surreal situation, threatened to overwhelm her. She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the darkness. "Tilasak! Where are you?" It was her friend Alyssa, calling out her name. Panic flooded her senses as she tried to find her bearings. The crowd around her seemed to shift and part like water, revealing Alyssa and another friend, Elara, standing nearby.

"Tilasak, what's going on?" Alyssa asked, concern etched into her features. "You're as white as a sheet." She glanced at the man who had been speaking to Tilasak, but he had vanished without a trace.

Elara wrapped her arm around Tilasak's shoulders, pulling her close. "Come on, let's get you some air. You don't look so good." They began to lead her away from the crowd, making their way through the maze of bodies and bright lights.

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I think this ai bot is starting to break ahahaha

simple trellis
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From adventure to anxiety

narrow yacht
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so when am i coming back from my me time :P

last jackal
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lmao

simple trellis
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This is once again forgotten

graceful jewel
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man the system was so bad to use haha

burnt zodiac
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dang

simple trellis
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Soo. Will this end here or will be continued one day ?

lime perch
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good question

graceful jewel
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@simple trellis if we can find an AI bot that works sure

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the big issue is that they loose track after like one chapter

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mayber with the new chatgpt update? what do you think @charred trail

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atleast they claim it can recall a chat history now

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maybe you could put in a little summary for the ai after every chapter, so that its not the whole story overwhelming it. maybe that would help it to keep track of the key plot points

simple trellis
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You can try to test it with the memory thing now, i would suggest to tell it to keep those important bits so it doesn't start a complete new thing every chapter

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But if remember correctly there was a different bot used before, right?

charred trail
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It should have memory as well but nevertheless its a lot of work 👀

simple trellis
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So do we resubmit ourselves or we use the old ones?

charred trail
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@simple trellis the first time I was doing the chapters I used chatgpt and then another one

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could try chatgpt again maybe and see what comes out of it

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This memory thing should be very helpful since it actually "remembers" what direction it should follow

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But in case it doesn't, that is kind of sad

graceful jewel
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@charred trail would it make sense to get the plus version here or do you think the free version can handle this

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143> Season 3 is here. Lets see how far we can get with the new ChatGbt Update.

Chapter 1: The Ping
Ane rubbed her eyes, staring at the wavering sound waves on her screen. She’d been tweaking the same melody for hours, and now her brain felt like mush. With a sigh, she saved her work and leaned back in her chair, eyes drifting to the corner of her screen where a Discord notification blinked.

General Chat: Tilasak is typing...

Ane smirked. Tilasak’s messages usually brought some kind of random humor, and right now, she needed that. She clicked over to the server just as his message popped up.

“Guys, I found reindeer jerky. Do we think this pairs with red wine or
 no?”

She chuckled, shaking her head, and typed back. “Leave it to you to find something that weird.”

The usual back-and-forth began, the kind of casual chat that had become part of her routine. Tilasak, with his endless food experiments, Jade, with her sarcastic comments, and herself—somewhere in between, laughing along at their antics. They’d been hanging out in this server for over a year now, and though they’d never met in person, it felt like they’d known each other forever.

“It actually smells like a mistake,” Tilasak replied. “But here we go
 pairing it with a Merlot. Wish me luck.”

Jade chimed in. “If this kills you, I’m not paying for the funeral.”

Ane laughed quietly to herself. This was their usual banter, no deep conversations or serious stuff, just... fun. Something about it was comforting, especially after a long day spent staring at her projects, hoping they’d magically finish themselves.

A few more jokes flew back and forth as Tilasak gave a dramatic play-by-play of his reindeer jerky experience. Ane shook her head as she read his final verdict: “Tastes like regret. But I’ve had worse.”

She stretched her arms above her head and glanced out the window. The evening light was fading, casting a soft glow over the rooftops of her city. It was the kind of night where she could either dive back into work or keep chatting, lose herself in the easy conversation. For now, she’d take the latter.

last jackal
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The AI pic 😭

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Of discord

graceful jewel
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xD

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i love how it tried to put a discord logo onto the sun

simple trellis
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why does it look like they are typing Chinese on the monitor

last jackal
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It sorta looks like Greek too

simple trellis
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the longer i look at it. the worse it gets

last jackal
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Yeah

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What is happening

fleet plinth
full stump
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ooooh writing

rustic raft
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so tilasak is a man again now

lime perch
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man

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discord on the sun and the discord chat in the computer is the most cursed thing i saw ever in my life

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it's genuinely horrifying

graceful jewel
simple trellis
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Does the chapters come every Weekends as usual?

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@simple trellis i might do it a bit more frequently

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like every 4th day or so

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<@&1072173286944940143>

Chapter 2: Just Another Day
Ane woke up to the familiar buzz of her phone, rolling over to check the time. It was mid-morning—later than she’d planned to start the day. But as usual, she had been up late tweaking her latest track, and the hours had slipped away before she knew it.

She grabbed her phone and opened Discord, scrolling through the messages from last night. Tilasak had posted another picture, this time of a late-night snack that looked like it had been invented by a mad scientist: reindeer jerky, some kind of cheese, and a bottle of wine in the background.

“So, the verdict? Was it as bad as it looked?” Jade had replied.

“A solid 5/10. Won’t try it again, but I’m still here.” Tilasak followed up with his usual humor.

Ane shook her head with a smile, imagining Tilasak sitting there, giving his odd combo a serious review. She dropped a quick reaction to the messages and put her phone down. The server had become such a casual part of her day, something she didn’t think much about anymore. It was just... always there, a little corner of her world that made things more fun.

As she stretched and sat up, she thought about how different they all were. Tilasak with his food obsessions and sarcastic jokes, Jade with her sharp wit and obsession with dubstep. Yet somehow, it worked. Ane herself wasn’t sure where she fit in, but maybe that was the point. They didn’t need to fit—they just got along.

Later, after a few hours spent on her animation work, Ane hopped back into the chat. The day had been quiet so far, and it seemed like Jade and Tilasak weren’t around either. She considered throwing out a random question about music, but something stopped her.

Instead, she typed, “So, do we ever plan on actually meeting, or are we just keeping this virtual forever?”

She hit enter before she could think twice. It wasn’t a serious question, more of a casual thought, but once it was out there, it felt heavier than she expected. She stared at the message on the screen, feeling silly for even asking. Maybe they’d just laugh it off like usual.

A few minutes passed. Finally, a reply came from Tilasak.

“We could meet
 but only if you bring Spanish wine.”

Ane laughed out loud. Of course, that would be his condition.

Jade’s reply was next. “I’m down, but we need a place that plays dubstep. No dubstep, no deal.”

Ane shook her head, smiling at the screen. Typical. She wasn’t sure if they were serious or just keeping up the joke, but either way, the idea hung in the air now—something they could either laugh off or actually consider. Either way, it wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

rustic raft
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I don’t know how to feel about this
I don’t disagree

last jackal
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Meeting in real life?
Wine???
Wine & Dubstep?

grand onyx
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Dubstep baguette

charred trail
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wine

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yes

simple trellis
graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>

Chapter 3: A Push in the Right Direction

Ane closed her laptop and stretched, her eyes drifting to the small window of her room. The sun was lower now, casting a soft, golden light over the rooftops. She could hear the faint sounds of the neighborhood—people talking, a car door slamming, life going on outside. Yet here she was, still caught in her online world.

Her phone buzzed with another notification from the server, but this time she ignored it. Instead, she got up, deciding it was time for a break. She wandered downstairs, where the familiar sound of clattering dishes and soft music floated from the kitchen.

“Mamá, need help with anything?” Ane asked as she stepped into the room.

Her mother, Filia, smiled warmly. “No, everything’s under control. Just making dinner.” She paused, her sharp eyes scanning her daughter’s face. “You’ve been cooped up in that room of yours all day again. Working?”

“Mostly,” Ane replied, leaning against the kitchen counter. “And chatting with some friends.”

Filia raised an eyebrow, amused. “Ah, the famous Discord friends. The ones you’ve never met, right?”

Ane rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, those ones.”

“Are you ever going to meet them? Or are they just going to live in your computer forever?” Filia asked, her tone playful but with an underlying seriousness.

Ane hesitated. She hadn’t really talked about her online friends with anyone outside the server, but over time, she’d mentioned them to her mom here and there. “I don’t know. We’ve joked about it. But, you know, we all live in different countries.”

Filia set down the knife she was using and turned to face her daughter fully, crossing her arms. “So? You’re an adult. You’ve got some money saved. What’s stopping you?”

Ane blinked, surprised by her mother’s straightforwardness. “It’s... complicated.”

“Complicated how? You spend so much time with these people. You laugh, share things with them. If they’re really your friends, wouldn’t it make sense to meet them at some point?” Filia’s eyes were kind but firm, the way only a mother’s could be.

Ane opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She hadn’t thought of it that way. To her, the server was just a comfortable routine. A place where she could be herself without the complexities of real life. Meeting in person made things real in a way she hadn’t prepared for.

“I guess I’ve just never seriously thought about it,” she said after a pause.

Filia nodded thoughtfully. “Well, maybe it’s time to think about it. Life’s short, mi amor. If you’ve got the chance to connect with people who mean something to you, why not take it?”

Ane didn’t reply right away, but the conversation stuck with her. As she went back to her room and opened her laptop, the thought wouldn’t leave her. Could they actually meet? Maybe her mom was right—maybe it was time to stop treating these friendships like they were just some online hobby.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, the words forming in her head.

“Hey guys... I’ve been thinking. Should we actually try to meet up?”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself.

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I love this non existing bag ane is wearing

rustic raft
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Oh my god kit is ane’s mother

harsh folio
simple trellis
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i thought we will get an image that has a lot of things wrong in it

last jackal
grand onyx
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Oh my god hahahahaha

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At least that bag isn't gonna be heavy hahahaha

echo inlet
rustic raft
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it’s still not perfect at generating characters, but the landscapes, holy guacamole, it does great

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I regularly use Microsoft designer and it’s great

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>

Chapter 4: Plans in Motion

A few weeks had passed since Ane first floated the idea of meeting up, and things had moved quickly. What started as a casual suggestion had turned into real plans. After dozens of messages, video calls, and plenty of late-night debates, they’d finally settled on a location: Paris. It was close enough for Jade to get there easily, and not too difficult for Tilasak and Ane to travel to.

Ane stood in her room, stuffing the last few essentials into her backpack. The thought of actually meeting Jade and Tilasak face-to-face felt surreal. She hadn’t even told many people she was going—just her mom, who had been all too eager to push her out the door.

“Are you sure you’ve packed everything?” Filia called from the doorway, her hands on her hips.

Ane glanced around the room, double-checking her things. “Pretty sure. If not, I’ll just buy whatever I’m missing there.”

Her mom’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “It’s going to be good for you, you know. Getting out of your comfort zone.”

“Yeah,” Ane said, pulling her backpack over one shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out.”

The plan was simple: Ane would arrive in Paris tomorrow morning, with Tilasak arriving later that afternoon. Jade, of course, was already there and had promised to show them around. As she boarded her train, Ane found herself buzzing with a mix of excitement and nerves. She hadn’t traveled much on her own, and this whole trip felt like a leap into the unknown.

When the train finally pulled into the station in Paris, she stepped onto the platform and took a deep breath. The air was cool, and the city buzzed with life. It was different from the quiet streets back home—faster, louder, and somehow electric.

A notification buzzed on her phone. It was a message from Jade.

“I’m outside near the taxi stand. Look for the girl with purple hair.”

Ane chuckled. Typical Jade, always doing something bold with her look. She weaved her way through the crowd, scanning for any sign of her friend. And then, she spotted her—a girl with bright purple hair, standing by the entrance and glancing at her phone. Ane felt a wave of relief and anxiety all at once. This was actually happening.

Jade looked up and caught her eye, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Ane!” she called, waving her over.

Ane grinned and made her way over. “Jade, hey! It’s so weird seeing you in real life!”

Jade laughed, pulling her into a quick hug. “I know, right? It’s like meeting an old friend and a total stranger at the same time.”

They exchanged a few more words, the initial awkwardness melting away faster than Ane expected. The real test would come later, though—when Tilasak arrived. But for now, she let herself soak in the excitement of being in a new place, with new experiences waiting just around the corner.

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now anes sideangle is so entirely different from the front ahaha

charred pier
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why is this just about ane and jade 😭

full stump
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i love these

rustic raft
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PURPLE HAIR

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WHAT

full stump
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wut

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people can dye their hair

rustic raft
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I do not have purple hair!

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also, don’t zoom in on “ane”’s face unless you want to be scared forever

simple trellis
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don't know how to respond to this

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i will just laugh at this in the background

graceful jewel
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im adding new characters along the way

lime perch
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ok, please don't add me

charred pier
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ok, please add me

rustic raft
charred pier
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omg

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yes

last jackal
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Are you sure you've packed everything?? Ane I'm talking about me aren't I your everything đŸ„ș

last jackal
grand onyx
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jade cmere marry me in the ai book

grand onyx
graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>

Chapter 5: Shadows in Paris

Tilasak arrived at the cafĂ© with a relieved sigh, spotting Ane and Jade sitting at a table near the back. They were deep in conversation, and the sight of his friends put him at ease, even if he couldn’t quite shake the strange feeling that had followed him since getting off the train.

"Hey, finally made it!" Jade called out as she waved him over. "You took your time."

"Yeah, I did a little sightseeing on the way," Tilasak replied casually, dropping into a chair. "The place looks different in person, you know?"

They spent the next hour catching up, joking around, and enjoying the buzz of the city. But even as they left the café and began exploring the streets of Paris, Tilasak felt an odd tension creeping in, like someone was watching. He glanced over his shoulder more than once but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just crowds of people and busy streets.

The three wandered through markets, past historic monuments, and down narrow alleyways, their laughter blending with the hum of the city. But every now and then, Tilasak’s gaze would catch on a face that seemed familiar. At first, he shrugged it off—just random people, blending in with the crowd.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that the unsettling feeling grew stronger. As they walked through a bustling square, Ane noticed Tilasak lagging behind, glancing around with a subtle frown.

“Everything okay?” she asked, nudging him.

“Yeah, fine,” Tilasak said quickly, snapping back to the present. “Just
 thought I saw someone I recognized.”

Jade looked over her shoulder. “An old friend?”

“Not exactly,” he replied, his tone unsure. “It’s probably nothing.”

They didn’t press him further, and the conversation moved on. But as the day wore on, Tilasak couldn’t shake the nagging sense that someone was keeping an eye on them. He didn’t mention it, not wanting to sound paranoid, but he kept a watchful eye on their surroundings.

simple trellis
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I see there is a store called Tilasak

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would visit 💯

rustic raft
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Tilascared

last jackal
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I need to see Voo and Skylike next in this story

last jackal
simple trellis
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oh really?

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well, anyways. I wold guess that store is selling good vines and something else

last jackal
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Ahaha yeah it looks like it

charred trail
simple trellis
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That sounds great, If i can or if it will ever be possible. I would pay a visit

graceful jewel
last jackal
lime perch
dusky cape
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I want to ride on a cow with a boombox that plays phonk all the time

grand onyx
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sir you're going on the starboard, to the realm of out of context peeps

dusky cape
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Lmao

last jackal
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See Rival what did I tell ya, he gon steal all the stars

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Moon stolen by the evil Gru
Stars stolen by the evil Voo

lime perch
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Stars given by us

echo inlet
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Stars taken away by us

simple trellis
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Stars stolen by us, Stars given to Voo

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>

Chapter 6: A Discovery in the Dark

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the streets of Paris bathed in the warm glow of streetlights. The trio had explored most of the city’s sights, but as they stopped by the river for a quick break, Ane noticed Tilasak’s silence.

“You’ve barely said a word all afternoon,” she said, nudging him. “Are you still nervous about being here?”

Tilasak hesitated. He’d been keeping his worries to himself all day, but now, as they sat in the quiet, he decided to finally mention it. “Actually
 I think someone’s been following us. I keep seeing the same guy in different places, and it’s not just coincidence.”

Jade raised an eyebrow. “You mean, like
 a stalker?”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s nothing,” Tilasak replied, though he sounded unsure.

They fell silent, each of them glancing around, suddenly more aware of the shadows around them. The café lights and city sounds felt distant, as if something heavier had crept into their evening.

Just then, as if on cue, Tilasak’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and frowned. It was a text message from an unknown number:

“You saw something you shouldn’t have. Stop digging.”

A chill settled over them as Tilasak showed the message to the others. Ane’s face turned pale. “What does that mean? Saw what?”

Tilasak’s mind raced. His memory flashed back to the train station earlier that day—he’d seen a brief exchange between two men, a quick trade of something small and metallic, hidden in a handshake. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now it came rushing back.

“I
 I think it’s because of something I saw at the station,” Tilasak said, his voice low. “Two guys were exchanging something, and I just happened to notice. I didn’t think it meant anything, but maybe
”

“Maybe they think you know something,” Jade finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stared at one another, the weight of the situation settling over them. Whatever Tilasak had stumbled upon, it was enough to attract the attention of dangerous people. Now, they had a choice to make: ignore the warning and risk finding out more—or run and hope they could leave this all behind.

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for some reason chatgbt cant generate a picture today

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oh god that's on point for halloween now this is a horror story 😂

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lovely

rustic raft
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I bet the stalker is rival and the guys were exchanging a jar of peanut butter

graceful jewel
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well the question is if we want to build a serious story or meme story haha

terse zincBOT
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Should we keep it on a serious note or go full meme

1ïžâƒŁ more serious

2ïžâƒŁ bring in the memes

graceful jewel
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<@&1072173286944940143>

Chapter 7: Unveiling the Enigma

The next morning, Ane, Jade, and Tilasak gathered at a quiet café nestled in a side street. The usual aroma of fresh pastries and coffee did little to ease the tension hanging over their table.

"I couldn't stop thinking about that message," Ane said, her fingers wrapped tightly around her mug. "We can't just ignore this."

Jade nodded. "Agreed. Whoever sent that text to you, Tilasak, wants to scare us off. Maybe we should find out why."

Tilasak sighed, running a hand through his black hair. "I keep replaying everything in my mind. On my way here, at the train station, I saw something... odd."

"What do you mean?" Jade asked, leaning in.

"There were these two men," Tilasak began. "One was extremely tall and wore an enormous black hat—so big it was impossible not to notice. The other was shorter, almost half his size. They were arguing quietly near the platform. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now I wonder if it's connected."

Ane's eyes widened. "Did you hear what they were saying?"

"Not really, just fragments," Tilasak admitted. "But when I glanced their way, the tall one gave me this intense look, like he'd remember me."

Jade tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Did you catch any names?"

Tilasak hesitated. "I think the shorter guy called the tall one 'Voo,' and his own name was 'James.'"

"Voo and James," Ane repeated. "Not exactly common names."

Jade pulled out her tablet and began typing, searching for anything that might match the descriptions. But after several minutes of scrolling and reading, she shook her head in frustration. “Nothing. Either they’re nobodies, or they’re really good at covering their tracks.”

Ane frowned, leaning back in her chair. “So we’re at a dead end?”

Before anyone could respond, a shadow fell over their table. They looked up to see a towering figure wearing a massive black hat that nearly grazed the café's low-hanging lights. Beside him stood a diminutive man with sharp features.

"Looking for me?" the tall man asked, his voice deep and smooth.

The trio froze.

"Voo, I presume," Jade managed to say, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins.

Voo tipped his hat slightly. "And this is James," he said, gesturing to his companion.

James smirked. "It's not polite to pry into others' affairs."

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Tilasak swallowed hard. "We weren't prying. Just curious why someone would send threatening messages."

Voo's eyes narrowed beneath the brim of his hat. "Curiosity can be dangerous. You saw something you shouldn't have."

Before they could respond, a soft moo sounded from above. Ane glanced up, her eyes widening as she noticed a small cow peeking out from within Voo's enormous hat.

"Is that... a cow?" she whispered.

Voo gave a thin smile. "Ah, you've met Clover. She goes where I go."

Jade blinked in astonishment. "You have a cow in your hat?"

James rolled his eyes. "Enough distractions. Hand over any information you have, and we'll forget this ever happened."

Ane exchanged a glance with Tilasak and Jade. "We don't have anything," she said carefully. "But maybe we can help each other."

Voo chuckled softly. "You think you can negotiate with me?"

Tilasak stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "We're not looking for trouble. Just tell us what you want."

The café had grown silent, other patrons now watching the unfolding scene. Voo glanced around before returning his gaze to the trio. "Very well. Meet us at the old clock tower by the river at midnight. We'll settle this matter privately."

Without another word, Voo and James turned and left the café, the small cow's ears flicking back into the depths of the hat.

As soon as they were out of sight, Jade exhaled sharply. "Well, that was... unexpected."

Ane nodded, her mind racing. "What do we do now?"

Tilasak clenched his fists. "We meet them. If they're involved in something shady, we need to find out what. Maybe we can expose them."

Jade grinned. "Alright then. Let's prepare. If we're going to face them, we need a plan."

rustic raft
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the cow lmao 😭😭

last jackal
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Short @sudden current

simple trellis
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give the cow a hat too

echo inlet
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Big ah hat

dusky cape
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Lmao the hat is amazing

graceful jewel
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Chapter 8: The Conductor

Midnight crept up slowly, casting a stillness over the city as Ane, Jade, and Tilasak made their way to the old clock tower by the river. The streets were empty, their footsteps echoing against the stone pathways. They’d spent the evening going over their plan, each of them clinging to the hope that it would be enough to get them through this meeting unharmed.

The clock tower loomed ahead, its face illuminated by the moonlight. As they approached, a figure stepped out from the shadows—Voo, with his enormous black hat casting a long shadow over his face. Beside him was James, looking sharp and alert, his gaze flicking between the three friends with quiet intensity.

“You’re on time,” Voo said, his voice low. “Our boss appreciates punctuality.”

The trio exchanged a glance, trying to hide their apprehension. “We’re here to talk,” Tilasak said, doing his best to sound confident. “So
 where is he?”

“Right here.”

The voice was calm, almost musical, with a strange kind of charm that both put them at ease and raised their guard. From the darkness behind Voo and James emerged a man dressed in a striking black suit with a long-tailed coat, almost like an orchestra conductor’s attire. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam as he approached.

“Ah, you must be Tilasak, Ane, and Jade,” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “I’m AK—AK47 if we’re being funny.”

The trio exchanged uncertain glances. AK’s humor was out of place, and yet it made him seem oddly approachable. His warm tone was disarming, but there was a sharpness behind his eyes that hinted at something far less friendly.

Tilasak cleared his throat. “Look, we don’t want any trouble. We’re just here because
 well, because Voo told us to be.”

AK chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. “Oh, Voo can be a bit intense, can’t he? My apologies if my associates here gave you a scare.” He shot Voo a playful look, and Voo responded with a barely noticeable smirk.

James, however, seemed unimpressed, watching them closely with his arms crossed.

AK turned his gaze back to the trio, his expression softening. “You see, I value loyalty and discretion above all else. It’s the foundation of any successful
 organization. And you three have stumbled into a delicate situation.”

Ane raised an eyebrow. “So, what is this ‘delicate situation’ exactly?”

“Ah, straight to the point. I like that.” AK gestured to the tower’s stone steps. “Let’s sit. I find that conversations flow more naturally when we’re comfortable.”

#

Reluctantly, they followed him up the steps, sitting on the stone ledge overlooking the river. AK stood before them, his hands clasped behind his back, his coat tails flowing in the night breeze.

“To put it simply,” he began, “you saw something you weren’t meant to see. I’m sure Tilasak here is aware of what I mean.”

Tilasak tensed, remembering the strange exchange he had witnessed at the train station. “So
 you’re saying that was
 your business?”

“Precisely,” AK replied, his tone unfaltering. “My business is, let’s say, multifaceted. I have interests in music, of course, but also in
 alternative ventures.”

Jade crossed her arms. “And what exactly do you want from us?”

AK leaned forward, his expression still friendly. “Just your cooperation. My organization can’t afford unnecessary attention, and as long as we have an understanding, there’s no reason for things to get unpleasant.”

Ane narrowed her eyes. “So you’re saying if we don’t agree, there’ll be consequences?”

AK sighed, as if disappointed. “Oh, no need for hostility. I assure you, I’m a reasonable man.” He straightened, his gaze shifting between them. “In fact, you have something I want.”

Tilasak’s hand went instinctively to his pocket, where his phone was tucked away. He realized with a jolt that he’d recorded parts of the strange encounter at the train station, almost out of habit. He hadn’t meant to capture anything significant, but AK’s eyes told him otherwise.

“Hand it over, and this can all end peacefully,” AK said, his voice gentle but firm.

Tilasak swallowed, glancing at Ane and Jade, who gave him subtle nods. Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone and held it out. AK reached for it slowly, his fingers brushing Tilasak’s as he took it, his expression unreadable.

“Thank you,” AK said, slipping the phone into his coat pocket. “Now, one last thing. As a show of trust, I’d like you three to stay close. Join my circle, so to speak.”

“Join
 your circle?” Ane repeated, her voice laced with suspicion.

AK gave a warm smile. “Think of it as an opportunity to be part of something larger than yourselves. You’d be under my protection, free to explore the world with a certain
 freedom. And who knows, you may even enjoy it.”

The trio sat in silence, each of them processing his words. It was tempting, in a strange way—a chance to be part of something unknown and dangerous, yet thrilling.

Jade looked at AK, her eyes narrowing. “And if we say no?”

AK’s smile didn’t falter. “Then I’m afraid we’ll have to revisit this conversation another time. And perhaps, under less pleasant circumstances.”

A silence hung between them, thick with tension. Finally, Tilasak spoke. “We need time to think.”

AK nodded graciously. “Of course. I’d expect nothing less. Take all the time you need, but know that I value loyalty—and I don’t take betrayal lightly.”

He straightened, giving them a small bow, as if he were stepping off a stage. “Voo, James,” he said, turning to his associates, “let’s leave our friends to their thoughts.”

With a final smile, AK walked away, Voo and James following closely behind, the small cow nestled under Voo’s hat just barely visible. As the trio watched them disappear into the shadows, they knew their lives would never be the same.

Jade broke the silence. “Well, that was
 intense.”

Tilasak nodded. “What do we do now?”

Ane’s eyes hardened with determination. “We find out everything we can about AK and his ‘circle.’ If he thinks we’re going to just fall in line, he’s got another thing coming.”

Jade grinned. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a mission.”

echo inlet
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Voo looks... interesting đŸ€”

simple trellis
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why do they look so excited

sudden current
dusky cape
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Im somehow a mix between a black dude and a cow

rustic raft
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is that willy wonka in thr midle

dusky cape
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Yes. Willy Wonka with an AK47 so better be careful

last jackal
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The cow picture😭

graceful jewel
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Chapter 9: A Family Revelation

The city was silent as the trio walked back from the clock tower meeting, each of them lost in their thoughts. AK’s proposition lingered in the air, and none of them could shake the feeling that they were only scratching the surface of something far more complex.

“I still can’t believe he just let us walk away,” Jade muttered, her pink hair glowing faintly in the streetlights. “He seemed way too confident for someone who just got told no.”

Ane nodded, feeling an unease settle in her stomach. “There’s something he’s not telling us. I mean, why would he give us an out?”

Tilasak glanced over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “Maybe he has a backup plan. Or maybe he’s testing us.”

They were halfway across a narrow bridge when the distant hum of an engine grew louder, approaching fast. Tilasak turned just in time to see a sleek, low-slung Lamborghini in matte black hurtling toward them, headlights cutting through the dark.

The car skidded to a stop inches from the bridge’s edge. The passenger-side window rolled down, revealing none other than Voo, his signature black hat casting a shadow over his eyes.

“Get in,” he ordered.

Jade stepped back, crossing her arms. “And why exactly would we do that?”

The driver’s side door opened, and they heard a familiar voice. “Because this conversation isn’t over.”

Ane froze as a figure stepped out of the car, wearing an elegant leather jacket over a crisp blouse, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. It was her mother, Filia.

“Mom?” Ane blurted, her voice incredulous. “What
 what are you doing here? And why are you driving a Lamborghini?”

Filia crossed her arms, a proud smile tugging at her lips. “Surprised? I’ve had this car for years, my dear. You just never asked.”

Ane’s mind raced. “Wait
 you’re involved in all this? With AK, Voo, and
 whatever this is?”

Filia exchanged a glance with Voo, who nodded solemnly, before turning back to her daughter. “It’s time you knew the truth, Ane. There are parts of my life I’ve kept from you—parts I’m not proud of, but necessary ones.”

Tilasak raised an eyebrow. “So you’re
 their boss?”

Filia nodded. “AK, Voo, James—they all report to me.”

Jade let out a low whistle. “Wow, Ane, your mom’s got layers.”

Ane looked from her mother to the Lamborghini, still struggling to piece it all together. “But why keep it a secret? And why get involved in all this in the first place?”

Filia’s expression softened as she gestured toward the car. “It’s a long story. And one I’d rather tell somewhere less public. Please, all of you, get in.”

The trio hesitated, but curiosity won over caution. They climbed into the back of the car, squeezing together as Filia revved the engine and pulled away from the bridge, the Lamborghini’s speed pressing them back into their seats.

#

Filia glanced at them through the rearview mirror, her eyes sharp and calculating. “The organization I lead deals in delicate information—things that most people are better off not knowing. We control knowledge that could change entire lives if released to the wrong people.”

Tilasak leaned forward. “And AK
 is he really just another pawn?”

Filia’s mouth curved in a faint smile. “AK’s role is
 substantial, but he still answers to me. He has his ambitions, of course. They all do. But there are limits to what I allow.”

Jade crossed her arms, still visibly skeptical. “And why involve us?”

Filia turned a corner sharply, her eyes never leaving the road. “Because, my dear, I think you have potential. You’ve shown curiosity, resilience, and perhaps a touch of recklessness. Qualities we value.”

Ane’s heart raced as she took in her mother’s words. The woman she’d known as her kind, albeit occasionally strict mother was now revealing herself to be something entirely different—a figure of authority, commanding and calculating, in control of people like AK, Voo, and James.

Filia brought the car to a stop in front of a nondescript building on the outskirts of the city. “I want to give you three a choice. You can walk away from this now, or you can join me and learn the full extent of what we do.”

Tilasak, Jade, and Ane exchanged glances, the weight of the decision pressing down on them.

Jade leaned in, her voice low. “This could be dangerous
 but think about what we could uncover.”

Tilasak nodded slowly. “I’ve got a feeling walking away wouldn’t be the end of it anyway.”

Ane looked at her mother, her mind swirling with questions. “And if we say yes
 what happens?”

Filia’s gaze softened, a flicker of pride in her eyes. “Then you’ll be part of something greater. But it won’t be easy.”

A long silence hung between them, the weight of the decision settling over them like a heavy fog. Finally, Ane took a deep breath and nodded. “We’re in.”

Filia’s lips curved into a smile. “Welcome to the family business.”

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Where'd the cow come f- nvm i bet that's voo

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What the fuck dude my mom's a mafia boss??? And she bad a lambo and never told me??

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And my mom's meowza ofc megalol

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@last jackal you got some explaining to do I've worked my ass off to pay rent and you had all this money all this time?

last jackal
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Whoa whoa let me see

grand onyx
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jade: damn your mom has layers

Yeah. Like a fucking onion lmao

sudden current
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How would they all fit into a Lambo is what I'm thinking

grand onyx
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I thought the same thing

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Perhaps a Lamborghini urus but even then it'd be difficult

sudden current
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Unless it's a Urus

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Urus would do it

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Squishy but it would work

last jackal
grand onyx
last jackal
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đŸ€Ł

last jackal
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In reality I can't even drive lmao

grand onyx
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Ngl it'd be so accurate if my character had sillier humor cuz if i saw my mom pull up in a lambo and claim to be the mafia boss I'd be like "what are you the godfather genderbent?" Or some shit like that hahahahah

last jackal
grand onyx
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What the fuck your name lmaooooo

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That's gonna be out of context so quickly

last jackal
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I know what I'm doing shush babes

grand onyx
graceful jewel
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Chapter 10: The Puppet Master

The black Lamborghini sped through the empty streets, its sleek form reflecting the dim glow of the city lights. The air inside the car was thick with tension, punctuated by the bass-heavy beats of Rival’s music blasting through the speakers.

“Mom, I feel like now’s a good time to explain,” Ane said, her voice raised to compete with the music. “Who’s really in charge here?”

Filia, her hands steady on the wheel, let out a soft laugh. “Oh, Ane, it’s not about who’s in charge. It’s about who thinks they’re in charge.”

Jade, wedged into the backseat with Tilasak, shot him a look. “Does anyone else feel like we’re in a bad spy movie?”

Tilasak leaned forward. “Filia, you’ve got a Lamborghini, a secret organization, and a cult-like vibe going. What aren’t you telling us?”

Filia turned down the volume, her face unreadable. “Fine. If you must know
 I report to someone else. Someone who prefers to remain in the shadows. His name is Gebhard Leberecht von BlĂŒcher.”

Ane blinked. “What? Isn’t that the name of some old Prussian general?”

“Yes,” Filia said simply, as if that explained everything. “And he believes he’s the one pulling the strings. Frankly, no one knows why he thinks that, but his delusion is surprisingly effective.”

Tilasak raised an eyebrow. “So, you work for a guy with a name so long it takes half an hour to say, who thinks he’s running the world? And you’re okay with this?”

Filia smirked. “It’s not about being okay with it. It’s about knowing where the power lies. And right now, Gebhard has it.”

Jade crossed her arms. “So what’s the plan? Brainwash us into joining your weird cult?”

Filia’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, meeting Jade’s defiant gaze. “Only Ane. She’s got potential—creativity, courage, and a connection to something bigger. The rest of you
 well, let’s just say you’d be better off staying out of it.”

The car screeched to a halt in front of an imposing building. It was old, with ivy creeping up its stone facade, and the air around it seemed unnaturally still. Filia stepped out, gesturing for Ane to follow.

“Come, Ane. It’s time for you to see the truth.”

Ane hesitated, glancing back at Jade and Tilasak. “What happens if I say no?”

Filia’s smile faltered for the first time. “Then you’ll never understand what you’re capable of.”

Jade grabbed Ane’s arm. “We’re not letting you do this. This is insane.”

Filia’s eyes hardened. “Jade, I respect your loyalty, but this is bigger than you. Stay out of it.”

Tilasak, ever the pragmatist, spoke up. “Filia, how about we talk this out? Somewhere less
 ominous?”

#

Filia shook her head. “This isn’t a negotiation.”

As Filia turned to lead Ane toward the building, Jade gave Tilasak a subtle nudge. “We need to get her out of here.”

“Working on it,” Tilasak muttered, his eyes darting around for an opportunity.

Inside the building, the air was cold and heavy, like it carried the weight of countless secrets. Filia walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the marble floor, while Ane followed reluctantly. Jade and Tilasak trailed behind, their unease growing with every step.

Finally, they entered a grand hall filled with flickering candlelight. At the center stood a man draped in elaborate robes, his stern face framed by a powdered wig. He raised a hand in a theatrical gesture, as if addressing an invisible audience.

“Welcome,” he boomed. “I am Gebhard Leberecht von BlĂŒcher, and you are about to become part of something extraordinary.”

Jade whispered to Tilasak, “Is this guy for real?”

Tilasak shrugged. “He’s got the costume for it.”

Gebhard’s piercing gaze landed on Ane. “You, young one, are special. Your creativity can fuel the vision I have for the world.”

Ane took a step back. “And what vision is that, exactly?”

“To restore balance,” Gebhard said, his voice reverent. “To control the chaos. And with your talent, we can shape the future.”

Tilasak couldn’t hold back anymore. “Okay, seriously, does anyone else think this is just one giant cosplay group gone rogue?”

Gebhard’s eyes narrowed. “Silence! You do not understand the significance of what we do here.”

Jade stepped forward. “No, but we understand that Ane isn’t going to be part of it.”

Filia’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough. Ane, this is your choice. Stay and join us, or leave with them and miss your chance to be part of something greater.”

Ane’s heart pounded as she looked between her mother, Gebhard, and her friends. “I choose them,” she said firmly.

Filia’s face softened, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Very well. But know this: the door won’t stay open forever.”

As they turned to leave, Gebhard raised his hand again. “You think you can just walk away?”

Jade smirked. “Watch us.”

Grabbing Ane and Tilasak, she sprinted toward the exit, dodging the robed figures who tried to block their path. Filia didn’t move to stop them, but her gaze followed them as they disappeared into the night.

Back in the Lamborghini, Jade slammed the door shut. “Let’s get out of here.”

Tilasak nodded, fumbling with the controls. Rival’s music blared through the speakers as they sped away, the pounding bass a fitting soundtrack to their escape.

Ane looked at her mother’s reflection in the rearview mirror as they drove off. “This isn’t over,” she whispered to herself.

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I love how they just casually stole the lamborghini now

last jackal
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I report to @simple trellis kekgiggle nice

simple trellis
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"He raised a hand in a theatrical gesture"

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Don't make it too German

last jackal
grand onyx
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oh my god

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thank fuck the ai made the decision for me cuz curiosity killed the cat and i'd be tempted to join

radiant moat
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The cows are fuckin crazy in these pics omggg I'm dying

radiant moat
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Wait I just saw the calf

graceful jewel
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Chapter 11: Cracks in the Mask

The Lamborghini sped through the city’s outskirts, Jade at the wheel. The pink-haired daredevil gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. Ane sat in the passenger seat, scrolling furiously through her phone, while Tilasak rummaged through a small leather bag they’d grabbed from the building.

“I still can’t believe we just stole Filia’s car,” Tilasak muttered, pulling out a stack of papers from the bag.

“She’s the one who dragged us into this mess,” Jade shot back. “If she didn’t want us borrowing it, she shouldn’t have tried to rope Ane into some creepy cult.”

“Fair point,” Tilasak conceded, flipping through the documents. “Okay, this stuff looks... weird. There are symbols, codes, and what looks like
 maps?”

Ane leaned over to glance at the papers. “Those symbols. I’ve seen them before—on Gebhard’s robes. He’s using them for something.”

“Probably for whatever crazy scheme he thinks he’s running,” Jade said. “But what about the maps? Where do they lead?”

Tilasak spread out the largest map on his lap, his eyes scanning the intricate details. “Looks like some kind of underground network. Tunnels, maybe? They all converge here.” He tapped the map, pointing to a location marked with a strange symbol.

Ane squinted at it. “That’s... the opera house. The one in the city center.”

Jade frowned. “Why would a Prussian general—and your mom—care about an opera house?”

“Maybe it’s not about the opera house itself,” Ane said, a spark of realization lighting up her eyes. “It’s about what’s underneath it. Those tunnels must connect to something important.”

Jade smirked. “Guess we’re going to the opera.”

#

The Opera House
By the time they reached the grand, towering structure, the city had fallen quiet, save for the faint hum of passing cars. The trio parked the Lamborghini in a shadowy corner and approached the building cautiously.

Inside, the opera house was eerily silent, its vast halls dimly lit by chandeliers. The scent of polished wood and faded grandeur lingered in the air as they crept through the labyrinth of corridors.

“Keep an eye out for anything suspicious,” Ane whispered, her voice barely audible over the creak of the floorboards.

It didn’t take long before Tilasak noticed a door partially ajar at the end of a narrow hallway. He motioned for the others to follow as he pushed it open, revealing a hidden staircase spiraling downward.

“Looks like we found our entrance,” he murmured.

#

The Underground Lair
The staircase led to a sprawling underground chamber, its walls lined with bookshelves, maps, and strange artifacts. At the center of the room stood a table covered in documents, a flickering lantern casting long shadows.

“Okay, this is officially creepy,” Jade muttered, picking up a book bound in leather. “And also... old. What even is this stuff?”

Ane sifted through the papers on the table, her brow furrowing. “These documents—they’re about control. Economic systems, political figures, even media channels. It’s like... they’re planning to manipulate everything.”

Tilasak pulled a rolled-up blueprint from a shelf, unfurling it on the table. “Look at this—it’s a schematic of some kind of machine.”

Jade peered over his shoulder. “What’s it for?”

“No idea,” Tilasak replied. “But it looks... dangerous.”

Before they could investigate further, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase. The trio froze, their eyes darting to the only exit.

“We need to hide,” Ane whispered urgently.

They scrambled behind a row of shelves just as Voo, James, and another figure entered the chamber. The man in the lead wore an elaborate coat, his powdered wig unmistakable.

“Gebhard,” Tilasak mouthed silently.

The trio listened intently as Gebhard spoke, his voice dripping with arrogance. “The operatives are in place. By tomorrow, the first phase begins.”

“And what about the girl?” Voo asked.

“Leave her to Filia,” Gebhard replied dismissively. “If she can’t bring her into the fold, she’s of no use to us.”

Jade clenched her fists, her pink hair glowing faintly in the dim light. “We have to stop them,” she mouthed to Ane and Tilasak.

As Gebhard and his entourage moved deeper into the chamber, the trio slipped out from their hiding spot. Ane grabbed a stack of documents from the table, stuffing them into her bag.

“We need to get this to someone who can help,” she whispered.

“And fast,” Tilasak added. “Because I think we just became their next targets.”

grand onyx
radiant moat
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The cow lmfao2

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That shit cracks me up all the times

graceful jewel
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Back Above Ground

The trio emerged into the night, their hearts pounding. They climbed into the Lamborghini and sped off, Rival’s songs still blaring through the speakers as they disappeared into the darkness.

“Where do we go now?” Jade asked.

“To figure out our next move,” Ane replied, clutching the stolen documents. “Because whatever they’re planning, it’s bigger than any of us thought.”

The trio huddled around the stolen documents in a small, dimly lit apartment they had rented under a false name. The blueprint of the strange machine was spread out on the floor, its intricate design baffling yet oddly mesmerizing.

“So,” Jade said, tilting her head as she studied the schematics. “We’ve risked our lives for
 a giant jar opener?”

“It’s not a jar opener,” Tilasak said, pointing at a section labeled Core Processing Unit—PB Flow Control. “This thing is designed to
 process peanuts. Look here, it generates a substance—peanut butter. Lots of it.”

Ane frowned, her brows knitting together. “Why would Gebhard, my mom, and all these people care about peanut butter?”

Tilasak shrugged. “Maybe they’re starting a chain of peanut butter cafes?”

“Or,” Jade interjected, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “maybe they want to use it to brainwash people into doing their bidding.”

They laughed nervously, but the tension lingered in the air. Ane ran a hand through her hair, her mind racing. “Whatever it is, it’s big. They wouldn’t go to these lengths for something small.”

Jade sat back, a sudden thought lighting up her eyes. “What if the peanut butter isn’t the endgame? What if it’s
 the addiction? Think about it—get people hooked on something, and you control the supply. Control the supply, and you control the world.”

Tilasak blinked. “That’s
 insane.”

“Exactly,” Jade said, grinning. “Which means it’s probably true.”

#

Determined to get answers, the trio returned to the opera house under cover of darkness. They retraced their steps to the underground chamber, where the schematics had first been discovered. This time, however, they weren’t alone.

The machine itself stood at the center of the room, a massive contraption humming with latent power. Tubes and vats surrounded a central core, where a thick, golden substance churned endlessly.

“Is that
” Tilasak whispered, pointing.

“Peanut butter,” Jade confirmed, her voice tinged with awe.

As they approached, a deep voice echoed through the chamber. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

The trio spun around to see Gebhard standing in the doorway, his powdered wig slightly askew. But he wasn’t alone. A familiar figure stepped out of the shadows, his blond hair catching the light.

“Rival?” Ane’s voice broke the silence, a mix of shock and disbelief. “You’re
 you’re behind this?”

Rival gave her a small, almost apologetic smile. “Ah, Ane. You always were quick to catch on.”

Jade’s jaw dropped. “Wait, wait, wait. The Rival? The guy with the epic drops and sad melodies? Peanut butter overlord?”

Tilasak shook his head. “This
 this doesn’t make sense. You’re a musician!”

Rival chuckled, his tone calm and measured. “I am. But music is just the beginning. What’s the point of creating beautiful things if you can’t control the world that listens to them?”

Ane took a step forward, her fists clenched. “So what’s the plan? Get everyone addicted to peanut butter and then what? Sell them overpriced bread?”

Rival’s smile widened. “Peanut butter is just the catalyst. Imagine a world where every person craves the same thing, where they’ll do anything—pay any price—for one more taste. That’s power, Ane. Pure, unadulterated power.”

Jade crossed her arms. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re going to turn the world into peanut butter junkies?”

“Exactly,” Rival said, his eyes gleaming. “And the machine you see before you is the key. With it, I can flood the world with an unlimited supply. Soon, every government, every corporation, every person will answer to me.”

The Escape Plan
Ane turned to Tilasak and Jade, her mind racing. “We can’t let him get away with this.”

Tilasak nodded. “Agreed. But how do we stop him?”

Jade smirked. “Easy. We wreck the machine.”

Rival’s eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t recommend that. You see, this machine isn’t just my power—it’s also my insurance policy. One wrong move, and it’ll flood this entire city with peanut butter.”

The trio froze, their plans unraveling before their eyes. Ane took a deep breath, her gaze hardening. “We’ll find another way.”

Rival tilted his head, his expression almost pitying. “You won’t. But you’re welcome to try.”

As Gebhard stepped forward, gesturing for Voo and James to seize them, Ane grabbed a nearby jar of peanut butter and hurled it at the machine. The jar shattered against the central core, sparks flying as the machine groaned and sputtered.

“RUN!” Ane yelled.

The trio bolted for the exit as alarms blared throughout the chamber. Behind them, Rival’s calm facade finally cracked. “Stop them!” he roared.

#

As they raced through the tunnels, the sound of rushing liquid grew louder. Ane glanced back to see a golden wave of peanut butter surging toward them, consuming everything in its path.

“Not how I thought I’d go,” Tilasak muttered, sprinting faster.

“Shut up and run!” Jade shouted.

They burst out of the opera house just as the wave of peanut butter erupted from the entrance, spilling onto the street. The trio collapsed onto the pavement, gasping for breath as they watched the sticky flood consume the city block.

Ane turned to Tilasak and Jade, a weary smile tugging at her lips. “Well, we stopped the machine.”

Jade nodded. “Yeah. Now we just have to explain why Paris smells like peanuts.”

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"golden shower" ahh picture

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What the fuck voo LMAOOOO

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Okay we need to tell chat gpt to make this a little more realistic come on who's gonna believe that we can afford to rent an appartment under a fake name megalol

rustic raft
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wow so rival really is our rival now

radiant moat
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Lmfao

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I don't see the cow 🐼😔

dusky cape
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it drowned 💀

radiant moat
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Rip Vooooooo

grand onyx
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lmao

graceful jewel
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@radiant moat it survived

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omg

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but Paris flooded in peanut butter
I love to see this

grand onyx
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Omg

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Baby vooooo

dusky cape
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Thats actually rly cute

radiant moat
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Vooooo got bigger

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Look at those tiny buildings

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It's like super huge but looks baby

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Babyzilla voo

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Chapter 13: The Peanut Butter Coup

The streets of Paris were eerily quiet, save for the faint squelching sound of peanut butter settling into the gutters. Ane, Jade, and Tilasak stood atop a crumbled car, surveying the sticky chaos they had unintentionally unleashed.

“I think it’s safe to say Rival won’t be too happy about this,” Tilasak muttered, wiping a smear of peanut butter off his sleeve.

Jade rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because he’s the one with the moral high ground. Mr. Peanut-Overlord wanted to enslave the world with toast spread.”

Ane, clutching the remaining stolen documents, sighed. “This isn’t over. Rival’s not the type to just let this slide. He’ll have a backup plan. We need to figure out what it is.”

Tilasak raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly do we do that? It’s not like he’s going to send us a follow-up email with his evil PowerPoint.”

Jade smirked. “We don’t need him to. We already have this.” She tapped the crumpled blueprint in Ane’s hand. “Every villain needs their lair, and this thing is a map.”

Into the Lair
The trio followed the map’s labyrinthine directions to a seemingly abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The structure loomed in the moonlight, its windows shattered and walls streaked with graffiti. But the faint hum of machinery emanating from within told a different story.

“Classic evil lair vibes,” Tilasak whispered as they slipped through a rusted side door.

Inside, the factory buzzed with activity. Conveyor belts carried jars of peanut butter, each one labeled with Rival’s insignia. Workers in sleek black uniforms moved with mechanical precision, oblivious to the trio sneaking through the shadows.

“I’m starting to think this guy was serious about world domination,” Jade muttered, eyeing the sheer scale of production.

Ane pointed to a raised platform in the center of the room. “There. That’s where we’ll find him.”

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Rival Revealed
Rival stood at the platform’s edge, surveying the factory floor. His conductor-style outfit was immaculate, his blond hair slicked back with a theatrical flair. Next to him was a large holographic projection of the world, with glowing dots marking every major city.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Rival announced, his voice amplified by hidden speakers. “The peanut butter revolution begins tonight.”

Tilasak groaned softly. “Of course he calls it a revolution.”

As Rival continued his speech, the trio crept closer, climbing a set of stairs that led to the platform. Jade carried a wrench she’d picked up from a nearby workbench, while Ane and Tilasak clutched improvised tools of their own.

“Once we take out the main controls,” Ane whispered, “this whole operation falls apart.”

“Piece of cake,” Jade replied, her confidence bordering on reckless.

They reached the platform just as Rival finished his monologue, his back still turned to them. Tilasak lunged forward, aiming for a control panel, but a sharp voice stopped him in his tracks.

“You didn’t really think it’d be that easy, did you?”

Voo emerged from the shadows, his massive hat now tilted at an aggressive angle. Beside him, James cracked his knuckles, his usual quiet demeanor replaced with something far more menacing.

“And here I thought we were friends,” Rival said, turning to face them. His smile was cold, his eyes sharper than ever. “You’ve gone to a lot of trouble to disrupt my plans. I’m almost impressed.”

“Almost?” Jade quipped, gripping her wrench tightly. “What’s it take to get a gold star around here?”

Rival chuckled, stepping closer. “It’s a shame. You three have potential. But now, you’ve forced my hand.”

He raised a small remote and pressed a button. The hum of the factory grew louder as a giant vat of peanut butter began to tip precariously above the platform.

“Run!” Ane shouted, grabbing Tilasak and Jade as the vat spilled its contents. The trio dove for cover as a wave of peanut butter cascaded across the platform, knocking over equipment and short-circuiting the control panel.

Rival’s calm facade cracked. “No! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Yeah,” Tilasak said, standing amidst the chaos. “We’ve ruined your revolution.”

The Final Stand
The trio scrambled to disable the remaining controls while Rival, Voo, and James regrouped. The factory was in disarray, sparks flying as machinery malfunctioned and workers fled.

“Take them down!” Rival shouted.

Voo charged, his hat miraculously staying in place as the cow peeked out with a defiant moo. James followed, his movements sharp and calculated.

Jade swung her wrench, narrowly deflecting a blow from James, while Ane used a broken lever to hold off Voo. Tilasak, meanwhile, raced to the main terminal, frantically typing into the system.

“Hurry!” Ane shouted, struggling to keep Voo at bay.

Tilasak’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “Almost there... just a few more seconds!”

With a final keystroke, the entire factory powered down, the lights flickering before plunging the space into darkness. The trio froze, their breathing heavy, as Rival’s voice echoed through the gloom.

“This isn’t over,” he growled. “You may have stopped the factory, but you haven’t stopped me.”

A beam of light cut through the darkness as Rival and his henchmen retreated, their silhouettes disappearing into the night.

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The Aftermath
The trio emerged from the factory, sticky and exhausted but victorious. The city was quiet again, the flood of peanut butter receding into the sewers.

Ane looked at her friends, a tired smile on her face. “So, what now?”

Tilasak shrugged. “We just took down a peanut butter empire. I think we’ve earned some rest.”

Jade grinned. “And maybe a snack. But nothing with peanuts.”

As they walked away, the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, signaling a new beginning—and the end of an absurd but unforgettable adventure.

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looks like that was an epic finale

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the peanut butter shall not arise

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I think Voooo drowned frfr

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Voooooo's dead