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[Slightly Wonky Robob]

Ah, my mistake

[TheDR]

Ha!

"Sorry, did you say pastry?"

Edited by TheDR, Today, 11:33.

[Slightly Wonky Robob]

[General]

I support such AI

[TheDR]

I'm going to write a story about this...

[Kaido]

Are you actually though?

[TheDR]

Yes. It's a disease. I can't stop writing.

[Slightly Wonky Robob]

I'm going to write a story about that

[Chyros]

TheDR, on 05 February 2025 - 11:32, said:

Ha!

"Sorry, did you say pastry?"

Surely he must've caught on, even old British ladies don't say "dear" THAT often .

[General]

TheDR, on 05 February 2025 - 14:24, said:

Yes. It's a disease. I can't stop writing.

Slightly Wonky Robob, on 05 February 2025 - 14:43, said:

I'm going to write a story about that

"The Chronicles of Doc the Storyteller"
In the quaint town of Storyville, there lived a man known to everyone as Doc. Doc wasn't a doctor of medicine; he was a doctor of tales. A peculiar fellow with a wild mop of grey hair and round spectacles perched precariously on his nose, he had an insatiable addiction—he couldn't stop writing stories.
Doc's house was a labyrinth of paper, with stacks of scribbled-on sheets lining the hallways and rooms. His typewriter, an old but reliable machine, clicked and clacked from dawn till dusk, sometimes even through the night. The walls were decorated with pages of stories, creating a wallpaper of words.
Everywhere Doc went, he carried a small notebook and a pen. He would often be found in the town's café, jotting down snippets of dialogue overheard from patrons. The townsfolk were amused by his relentless writing but also deeply admired his passion. Children would gather around him, eager to hear his latest tales, while adults found solace in the worlds he created.
One day, as Doc was penning yet another adventure, he found himself at a loss for words. For the first time, the typewriter keys felt heavy, and the blank page seemed daunting. He wandered the streets of Storyville, hoping for inspiration to strike. As he walked, he noticed something he had never paid attention to before—the beauty of everyday life.
He saw a young couple laughing by the fountain, an elderly man feeding birds in the park, and children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. It was then that he realized he had been so consumed by his imaginary worlds that he had missed the stories unfolding right before his eyes.
Doc hurried back to his house, filled with a newfound enthusiasm. He began to write stories inspired by the lives of the people in Storyville. His tales became richer, more vibrant, and deeply touching. The townsfolk felt an even stronger connection to his stories because they saw pieces of their own lives woven into the narratives.
Doc's addiction to writing never waned, but it evolved. He learned to balance his love for storytelling with living in the moment. His stories continued to enchant and inspire, and he became a beloved figure in Storyville.
Doc's legacy was one of endless creativity and a reminder that the best stories are often the ones lived in the present.

[TheDR]

Some of that is true.

[General]

That was my first time asking Copilot for something

[Slightly Wonky Robob]

tl;dr

[General]

Too Long Did Read?

[Slightly Wonky Robob]

Too lean; do rewrite

[General]

YOUR FACE is too lean

[Destiny]

wahs

[Chyros]

Oh my god this bacon is so goooood <3 .