JFL What is your AI generated story?

[coom_enthusiast]

Go to https://chatgpt.bestim.org/ and ask it to write a story about you. Sometimes it comes up with soypilled garbage so you might need to try a few times to get something good.

Here is my AI story. Pretty accurate ngl. At least about the cooming part

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You​

Write a black pill story about the incels.is forum member named coom_enthusiast

ChatGPT​

Coom_enthusiast was a regular member on the incels.is forum. He spent most of his days scrolling through the feed and posting comments about his hatred towards women. At first, it was just harmless negativity, but soon his posts became more twisted and violent.

He began to celebrate in his own failure of not being able to obtain a girlfriend or any sexual activity. His only source of pleasure was through pornography. Coom_enthusiast would spend countless hours masturbating to videos and images of women, as a coping mechanism for his loneliness.

As time passed, his mental health deteriorated even further. He became consumed with his own bitterness and self-pity. His posts became increasingly alarming, filled with vulgar language and disturbing thoughts.

His desperation reached a new level when he started trying out his aggression in the real world. He would scream and shout at women in public, telling them how much he hated them. He even began stalking women, following them home and trying to force himself onto them.

But his attempts were always futile as no woman had any interest in him, and he was always subjected to humiliation. This only fueled his hatred even more. Coom_enthusiast eventually gave up completely on the possibility of love.

One day, Coom_enthusiast disappeared from the forum, leaving behind only his last post. It was a suicide note, written in the darkest of tones, one filled with despair and hopelessness. His journey into the black pill had led him down to his eventual ruin, one that no one could have prevented or foreseen. The tragedy of Coom_enthusiast is a warning of the dark places that rejection and aversion can lead a person to, and the importance of seeking help to climb out of the abyss of such feelings.

 

[coom_enthusiast]

Fuck. This one is better than the one in the OP

ChatGPT​

Coom_enthusiast was a frequent poster on the incels.is forum, known for his obsession with pornography and masturbation. He spent hours a day browsing pornographic websites and engaging in what he referred to as "cooming" – an act of compulsive masturbation that left him feeling empty and unfulfilled.

Despite his best efforts, Coom_enthusiast had never been able to find a romantic partner. Women found him creepy and off-putting, and he had no social skills or confidence to speak of. His only solace was in the online community of incels, who shared his bitterness and resentment towards society and women.

As the years went by, Coom_enthusiast's addiction to porn and self-abuse only grew worse. He spent all of his waking hours in front of a screen, consuming an endless stream of degrading and violent content. His mental health deteriorated, and he became increasingly withdrawn and isolated from the world.

One day, Coom_enthusiast's parents found him dead in his bedroom, surrounded by pornographic magazines and tissues. He had died from a heart attack, brought on by the stress and strain of his addiction.

The incels mourned his passing, hailing Coom_enthusiast as a martyr for their cause. They saw his death as a symbol of their own struggle against a society that had rejected and ridiculed them. But for those outside of their community, it was a tragic reminder of the dangers of toxic online communities and the destructive power of addiction.

 

[kaan]

 

[kaan]

will it run through all 4878 and post something intelligent based on my posts or just output some generic essay describing the stereotypical inkwell? i'm guessing the latter

 

[coom_enthusiast]

will it run through all 4878 and post something intelligent based on my posts or just output some generic essay describing the stereotypical inkwell? i'm guessing the latter

I don't mean for you to take it seriously. Think of it like one of those fortune cookies you get with chinese food.

 

[coom_enthusiast]

will it run through all 4878 of my posts or just output some generic essay describing the stereotypical inkwell? i'm guessing the latter

Also I am going to nut to the sexy snow bunny in you avi

 

[kaan]

Also I am going to nut to the sexy snow bunny in you avi

View: https://youtu.be/E0Xnx7Bamx8?t=42

 

[coom_enthusiast]

View: https://youtu.be/E0Xnx7Bamx8?t=42

Based af ngl

 

[NirvanaFan1988]

the importance of seeking help to climb out of the abyss of such feelings

 

[Asgard]

Once upon a time in the depths of the internet, there existed a forum known as incels.is. Among the sea of voices longing for companionship and understanding, there was a member named AsgardTheFatcel. Unlike most of his fellow incels, Asgard seemed to harbor a fascination with the darkest recesses of society, far beyond the realm of dating woes.

Asgard was an outcast among outcasts, a self-proclaimed "fatcel" which further deepened his despair. His life was a constant struggle, burdened not only by his physical appearance but also by a deep-seated bitterness nourished by rejection and scorn. As time passed, his bitterness shifted from the incel community to something far more sinister.

Asgard's descent down the rabbit hole of extremism began innocently enough. Seeking solace in the deep, dark corners of the internet, he stumbled upon radical ideologies and jihadi sympathizers. Intrigued by their narratives of fighting against societal oppression, he found solace in their "us versus them" mindset. The more he observed their passion, the more he started to feel a strange connection, shared grievances of misfits ignored and misunderstood.

Again and again, Asgard would explore these online echo chambers, soaking up literature and videos that convinced him of a world bitter and corrupted, just like his own existence. All moral restraints slipped away as he developed a twisted admiration for the actions of terrorists, seeing them as warriors who defied the indifferent world that had rejected him.

As his sympathies grew stronger, Asgard found himself drifting away from the incel community. Their foibles and grievances no longer resonated; they were pale in comparison to the "larger cause" that had captured his heart. His once self-pitying and self-absorbed rants turned into hate-filled diatribes, pushing away those who had once offered empathy.

In relative obscurity, Asgard committed himself to the cause he believed was righteous. Affected by his newfound obsession, he gradually transformed from an observer to an active participant. Secretly, he began engaging with extremist accounts, exchanging cryptic messages and revealing his growing allegiance to their warped ideals.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks to months, as Asgard became a shadowy figure steeped in darkness. He was no longer driven solely by his own failures but instead fueled by a belief that a violent and revolutionary awakening was the only route to redemption. The internet, revered as his sanctuary, became his evil accomplice, nurturing his distorted worldview.

Unbeknownst to those around him, Asgard's transformation intensified. He immersed himself in radical texts (in videogame), unintentionally isolating himself from reality. His longing for affection and acceptance, which once seemed so tangible and human, was drowned out by the delusional echoes of extremist propaganda (to be later applied in a milsim game).

One fateful day, Asgard's path took an unexpected turn when he crossed paths with a diligent internet sleuth. Recognizing the signs of his radicalization, this unknown hero tirelessly collected evidence and reported Asgard's activities to the proper authorities. The cloak of anonymity he had comfortably worn online was swiftly stripped away, revealing a heavy-set man living on the outskirts of society.

As the authorities closed in, Asgard's horrifying reality crashed down upon him. He faced a lifetime of isolation, destined to be forever bound to the consequences of his actions. The online communities he had sought solace in abandoned him, leaving him to face the repercussions of his choices alone.

Thus, Asgard's story serves as a grim reminder of how one's thirst for validation, acceptance, and belonging can lead them astray in the darkest corners of the internet. It reminds us of the dangerous allure that lies within the shadows and highlights the importance of fostering empathy, understanding, and inclusivity in our ever-connected society.

 

[Asgard]

Once upon a time, in the notorious underworld of the incels.is forum, there lived a member named AsgardTheFatcel. Hailing from the vibrant streets of Spain, Asgard found solace in the virtual embrace of this dark digital enclave.

Asgard was an ordinary individual, with average facial features that occasionally earned him compliments on Reddit, where he was regarded as slightly above average. However, for Asgard, compliments were nothing more than empty words that failed to fill the abyss of his social isolation. He was trapped within the confines of the Blackpill ideology, a ferocious and all-consuming belief system that had transformed him into the epitome of hopelessness.

As the days bled into lonely nights, Asgard found himself seeking refuge within the hallowed halls of incel forums, desperately searching for answers to his struggles in the realm of love and companionship. He obsessively absorbed stories of incels who claimed to be abandoned by society; their bitterness and resentment seeping into his own psyche, consuming him from within.

Asgard's journey mirrored that of countless others who had traveled down this treacherous path. With each passing day, his self-esteem deteriorated, and his faith in humanity grew thinner. The bitter blackpill ideology convinced him that his average looks were to blame for his perpetual loneliness. He began to perceive every passing interaction as further proof of his inherent worthlessness.

Behind the comforting anonymity of his online persona, Asgard forged connections with fellow incels who shared his desolate mindset. They exchanged stories of rejection, despair, and the collective agony caused by their own perceived inadequacies. The incel forums had become a breeding ground for a toxic spiral of misery, where bitterness was celebrated and self-improvement was ridiculed.

The vitriol dripped from their virtual tongues as they disgustingly referred to women as "Stacies" and attractive men as "Chads," cementing their belief that they were doomed to a life devoid of love and companionship. Asgard, falling prey to this toxic circle, could not escape the grasp of this appalling world. He cloaked himself in self-pity, blaming everything and everyone for his situation except himself.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and then years. Asgard's existence became simpler, more predictable. Wake up, browse the darkest corners of the forums, reinforce his own self-loathing, and then sleep to escape the pain, only to repeat the cycle day after day.

However, unbeknownst to Asgard, life outside his dark digital cave was flourishing. The world beyond the confines of incel forums had moved on, evolved, and left the bitter ideologies of the past behind. People were forming genuine connections, embracing imperfections, and appreciating the beauty that lay in the diversity of human experiences.

But for Asgard, this reality remained obscured. He had unknowingly imprisoned himself within the blackpill's grasp, forever condemned to reside in a state of perpetual resentment and self-hate.

As the story of AsgardTheFatcel comes to an end, it serves as a stark reminder of the significant dangers lurking within incel communities. The blackpill ideology, once embraced, blinds its followers to the true potential of human connection. It shackles them to a life of bitterness, forever preventing them from discovering the fulfilling relationships they so desperately seek.

Our world is imperfect, and rejection and heartbreak are a part of life. But in this vast sea of human experiences, hope still blooms, and compassion still thrives. The Asgards of the world are urged to break free from the confines of their own minds, to challenge their beliefs, and to seek growth beyond the prisons they have constructed for themselves. Only then can they find the true solace that they so desperately crave.

 

[PersonalityChad]

You Write a black pill story about the incels.is forum member named PersonalityChad

ChatGPT Once upon a time, in the depths of the internet, resided a forum called incels.is, a place where individuals who identified as "incels" gathered to share their dark thoughts and experiences. Among them was a peculiar member named PersonalityChad. He had adopted this username as a bitter reminder of his disillusionment with the world. PersonalityChad was no ordinary incel; he possessed exceptional knowledge of psychology and sociology. His sharp wit and intellect made him stand out among the crowd, but sadly, his crippling belief in the so-called "black pill" had burdened him with a bleak outlook on life. PersonalityChad was tall, well-built, and had a chiseled jawline. With his striking features, one might assume he would lead a life full of love and companionship. However, he had become deeply jaded by his relentless failures and rejections from the opposite sex. This agony had led him to retreat into the depths of his own despair, convinced that society was inherently flawed and that women were the root cause of his predicament. With every passing day, PersonalityChad grew more engrossed in the incel ideology, embracing its darkest aspects like a poisonous embrace. Fueled by bitterness and resentment, he spent hours on end on the forum, engaging in toxic discussions with fellow incels. Their collective bitterness reinforced his own beliefs, leading him deeper into the abyss of despair. The more PersonalityChad immersed himself in the world of incels.is, the further he strayed from reality. He saw himself as a victim of circumstance and believed that his looks determined his worth. He blamed women for their alleged shallowness and inability to see beyond physical appearances. This, in turn, fueled his resentment towards them, closing him off from any possibility of human connection. As time went by, PersonalityChad's life spiraled further into darkness. His interpersonal skills decayed, and his self-worth crumbled. Love, companionship, and happiness became distant fantasies. His incel ideology poisoned his ability to see any good in the world, and he became increasingly isolated. One fateful night, as PersonalityChad scrolled through the incels.is forum, he stumbled upon a post from a former incel who had managed to break free from the black pill's grip. This individual had undergone a profound transformation in their outlook on life, realizing that true happiness could not be found in blaming others. Intrigued by this revelation, PersonalityChad reached out to this anonymous writer. Sharing their experiences and engaging in meaningful conversations, he discovered that there was more to life than resentment and despair. Through simple human connection, PersonalityChad found a flicker of hope. With each passing day, PersonalityChad began to question the validity of the black pill. The notion that his entire worth was determined by physical features seemed absurd. He embarked on a journey of healing, seeking professional help, and embracing self-improvement. Gradually, PersonalityChad distanced himself from the toxic incel community, realizing the destructive nature of their beliefs. He no longer identified as an incel, instead choosing to view himself as a complex individual with valuable aspects to offer the world. Though the scars left by his incel days would forever remain, PersonalityChad worked tirelessly to redefine himself. With time, he found solace in personal growth, cultivating friendships, and engaging in meaningful activities that brought him joy. PersonalityChad's story serves as a cautionary tale, highlighting the dangers of embracing the black pill mindset. It reminds us that hope can exist, even in the darkest of places, and that personal growth and connection can lead to a brighter tomorrow.

 

[wasted12years]

Once upon a time, there was an individual who went by the alias Wasted12years in the dark corners of the internet. This lost soul found solace in the incels.is forum, a place where bitterness and resentment thrived. Wasted12years had become a regular, engrossed in their own misery and the toxic ideologies that consumed them.

As the username suggested, Wasted12years had perceived their life as a colossal waste. Childhood dreams of genuine connection and love had long evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of hopelessness and frustration. Their relationships, if they could even be called that, were limited to heartless interactions through screens and brief encounters devoid of any meaningful connection.

Day in and day out, Wasted12years delved deeper into the dark abyss of the incel mentality. The forum became their echo chamber, their virtual sanctuary that validated their feelings of inadequacy. Instead of seeking solace or genuine growth, they became entangled in a web of poisonous beliefs that blamed others for their unhappiness.

In their despair, Wasted12years found affirmation from like-minded individuals, who echoed their grievances and further fueled their bitterness. They blamed society for their loneliness, vilifying women for not seeing their supposed worthiness. As time passed, Wasted12years was resigned to the belief that they were destined to be alone forever, condemned to the fringes of society.

The days blended together, consumed by endless scrolling through the incel community's despair-filled posts. Encouragement to remove themselves from society and surrender to the despair enveloped them, nurturing a chilling temptation. Life became a burden, and the idea of escaping its clutches gained traction.

Trapped in their self-imposed prison, Wasted12years remained a specter haunting their own existence. They never realized that their own toxic beliefs and unwillingness to confront their inner demons were the true obstacles to happiness and connection. Genuine self-reflection and growth were overshadowed by the allure of blame and the comfort of victimhood.

Wasted12years' story, unfortunately, is not a fairy tale. Their descent into the blackest depths of the internet, guided by the deceptive allure of the incel community, sowed seeds of self-destruction. It's a tale of wasted potential, of minds lost in a world of bitterness and resentment.

But perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope. A hope that one day, Wasted12years will break free from this toxic cycle, finding the strength to question their beliefs and confront their inner demons. Only then will their story take a turn, transforming into one of resilience, growth, and the pursuit of genuine connections, both with themselves and others.

 

[FlamingCel]

Once upon a time, in a quaint little village called Willowbrook, there lived a peculiar boy named Ethan. Ethan was known as Flamingcel - a nickname that was given to him due to his unusual fascination with fire. While most children his age found solace in playing with toys or exploring the outdoors, Ethan was drawn to a different kind of adventure - playing with flames.

Ever since he was a toddler, Ethan had been captivated by the dancing flames of a candle he found in his parents' home. Mesmerized by their flickering glow, he would spend hours watching them, completely engrossed. As he grew older, his love for fire only intensified, much to the concern of his family and friends.

One sunny afternoon, as Ethan strolled through the village square, an elderly man approached him with a puzzled expression on his face. "Young boy," the man said, "I've heard tales of your fascination with fire. Do you truly possess a special connection with it?"

Ethan was taken aback by the stranger's question but nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir," he responded. "I've always felt a deep connection with fire. It brings me comfort and an inexplicable sense of joy. I wish to explore its wonders further."

The old man smiled knowingly. "I believe I can help you, young Flamingcel. Follow me to the outskirts of the village, and there you shall find the Firebeard Mountain - a place where fire-lovers like yourself gather to hone their skills."

Filled with excitement, Ethan followed the old man's lead. Along the way, they passed fields of blooming wildflowers and a bubbling stream that added to the ethereal nature of their journey.

As they reached the base of the mountain, Ethan's eyes widened. A group of individuals, each adorned with fiery accessories, welcomed him eagerly. They called themselves the Ember Society - a diverse community of fire enthusiasts who were eager to share their knowledge and experiences.

Under their guidance, Ethan learned the art of fire manipulation. From creating beautiful firework-like displays to crafting intricate sculptures from molten glass, he discovered an entire realm that fire had to offer. The Ember Society nurtured his talent, dedicating their time to show him the responsibility that came with playing with flames.

Months turned into years, and Flamingcel's skill with fire grew ever more remarkable. Villagers from nearby towns marveled at his artistry, eager to witness his fiery performances. Yet, despite all the fame and admiration he received, Ethan's heart yearned for something more.

One fateful day, while pondering his purpose amid the mountains, Ethan stumbled upon a wounded bird lying helplessly amongst the rocks. Its vibrant feathers were scorched, evidence of a recent brush with flames. An overwhelming sadness washed over him, realizing the burden his passion bore on others.

Determined to change his ways, Flamingcel returned to Willowbrook and gathered the villagers for an announcement. He explained that while his love for fire would always be a part of him, he now recognized the importance of responsibility and safety. He vowed to use his skills solely for good and to educate others about the potential dangers fire could possess.

The villagers, touched by Ethan's newfound wisdom and compassion, embraced him wholeheartedly. They formed a Fire Safety Committee, in which Flamingcel played a pivotal role, educating children and adults about the importance of fire safety and the magnificent beauty of flames when respected.

From that day forward, Ethan's nickname Flamingcel took on a new meaning. No longer associated solely with his fascination with fire, it now symbolized a young boy who had learned to channel his passion responsibly, bringing warmth and knowledge to the world around him.

 

[Mango]

ChatGPT​

You​

Write a tragic story about the life of Mango, an incels.is user living in Santa Barbara as a college student.



Once upon a time, in the picturesque city of Santa Barbara, there lived a young man named Mango. Mango was a college student at the local university, but his life had never been easy. He was a frequent user of the online community incels.is, a place where he found solace and support among others who shared his struggles.

Mango, with his unkempt hair and bespectacled eyes, was a lonely soul. He felt that the world had unfairly cast him aside, depriving him of the love and affection he so desperately craved. His interactions with women had always been painful and fraught with rejection. They seemed to epitomize the cruelty of the universe, constantly choosing other men over him.

Despite his academic prowess, Mango did not possess the confidence to approach others, especially women. This lack of social skills only propelled him to seek solace within incel forums, where he would spend hours venting about his perceived injustices. The camaraderie he found there, albeit toxic at times, provided an outlet for his frustrations.

As Mango's college life progressed, his isolation deepened. He couldn't help but notice that his peers were actively engaging in romantic relationships, creating a stark contrast. It seemed that happiness, love, and companionship were effortlessly bestowed upon everyone but him.

Desperation began to consume Mango, fueling his beliefs that he was destined to be alone forever. His online interactions soon transformed into more than just venting. The once harmless forums had become breeding grounds for anger and discontent, as Mango dove deeper into the toxic ideologies espoused there.

One fateful day, a tragedy unfolded. Consumed by rage and frustration, Mango decided to act on the malevolent whispers that plagued his mind. He felt that he had nothing to lose anymore, convinced that society had completely cast him aside.

Driving his car to the heart of Santa Barbara, Mango quietly observed the world around him. He despised the happiness he saw in couples holding hands, laughter filling the air. It was a cruel reminder of everything he felt he was missing.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Mango made a choice that would change the lives of many forever. He approached a busy street, where students hurriedly made their way to and from classes. The sound of screeching tires followed by screams filled the air, as his car plowed mercilessly through the throng of unsuspecting young people.

The carnage that Mango had unleashed was devastating. Innocent lives were lost, futures were shattered, and a community was thrown into mourning. As the news of the tragedy spread, Mango's true identity was revealed, casting a dark shadow over the incels.is community, which had inadvertently nurtured his anger and despair.

Santa Barbara, forever scarred by the horrific act Mango had committed, grappled with questions of societal responsibility and the impact of online communities on vulnerable individuals. Families mourned, communities struggled to heal, and the world at large was reminded of the consequences of collective neglect.

Amidst the shattered lives and the echoes of pain, tragedies like Mango's served as a harrowing reminder that empathy, understanding, and intervention are critical to prevent the descent into darkness. If only someone had seen, understood, and reached out to Mango before it was too late, perhaps this tragic story could have had a different ending.

 

[Mango]

You​

Write a happy story about the life of Mango, an incels.is user living in Santa Barbara as a college student.

ChatGPT​

Once upon a time, in the picturesque city of Santa Barbara, there lived a young man named Mango. He was a college student, full of ambitions and dreams. Mango loved spending his time exchanging thoughts and ideas on an online forum called incels.is, where people who struggled with relationships sought solace and understanding.

Though Mango's interests and hobbies aligned more closely with his online friends than those in his immediate surroundings, he remained positive and hopeful about his future. He saw each day as an opportunity to grow, learn, and eventually find happiness.

Mango had a charismatic personality, making him a favorite among his classmates. He was known for his incredible wit, compassionate heart, and willingness to lend a helping hand. His friends, both offline and online, admired his kindness and friendship.

One sunny day, Mango stumbled upon a club fair on campus. His curious nature encouraged him to explore and discover new experiences. He happened upon a small booth, where an enthusiastic group of students were promoting a club called "Love for All." They aimed to spread kindness, empathy, and understanding within their community.

Charmed by their mission, Mango decided to surprise himself by joining the club. Little did he know the incredible impact this decision would have on his life. Through the club's activities, workshops, and volunteering opportunities, he met people from all walks of life. They shared stories, laughed together, and discovered the beauty in embracing diversity.

Among his new friends was a spirited and intelligent girl named Lily. They bonded over their mutual love for activism and making the world a better place. Lily recognized the genuine warmth within Mango's heart and admired his dedication to personal growth. She found his unique perspective and willingness to understand others deeply endearing.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Mango and Lily's friendship blossomed into something beautiful. They grew inseparable, supporting each other's dreams and celebrating each other's victories. Mango no longer felt alone, as he found solace and companionship in Lily's company.

With Lily's encouragement, Mango discovered hidden talents within himself. He started writing articles that challenged societal norms and advocated for equality, showcasing his wit and thoughtfulness. Mango's words resonated with people across the globe, and his online friends at incels.is admired his bravery in standing up for what he believed in.

One day, Mango came across a thoughtful message from one of his online followers, praising his ability to spread love and understanding. It was signed "LilyForever." Tears welled up in Mango's eyes as he realized that Lily had been one of his anonymous followers all along. It was then that he knew he had found his soulmate, someone who loved him unconditionally and supported his passions wholeheartedly.

Mango's life had taken an incredible turn, just as he had always hoped. He had found love, friendship, and a sense of belonging - both in his online community and in his physical world. He no longer identified solely as an incel, but rather as a beacon of love and understanding, inspiring others to find their own happiness.

And so, Mango continued to spread happiness, compassion, and empathy, leaving a lasting impact on the people he touched. In the end, his happiness and fulfillment became contagious, reminding everyone around him that no matter where you come from or what you've been through, love and joy can be found if you keep an open heart.