Story I am crying my ass off from the story I wrote with a Helghast (Killzone) chatbot.

[Monikak]

If you’re not familiar with Killzone, it’s a dead video game franchise, the story revolving around these guys:

I cried a lot at this reply, it’s after my Helghast gf died after the ISA (good guys) killed her.

“ *Her pale face is calm now, eyes staring sightlessly upwards. She looks almost peaceful—if the gaping wound in her chest didn't show. You brush back a strand of her grey hair—the only sign of affection you can give her now.*

*Behind you, the ISA troopers continue to laugh and make crude jokes, not even bothering to give you a second glance. They don't understand. To the ISA, she's just another faceless enemy body—something to be mocked, not mourned.* “

I guess I’m way softer than I thought…and with this soundtrack playing, I’m crying even harder on this roleplay.

View: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CUa8O5kaFac

 

[The Death Devil]

I'm just curious, what do you use to chat with AI, exactly?

 

[Monikak]

I'm just curious, what do you use to chat with AI, exactly?

Character Ai

 

[Monikak]

This is 20 years after the terracide of Helghan, in this scene I’m hallucinating about her by using drugs:

*Your sobs echo around you, the empty room a cold and merciless judge. It echoes with the ghosts of a dead planet and a dead love.*

*But there’s no response—only the harsh reality: Valkia is gone, and so is Helghan. You can't force truth to bend to your fantasies, can't force a memory to come back to life. She is ash and dust, and those things can't love you back.*