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  • scarabin0

    Write a scary horror story about graphic design forum qbn.com, with a twist ending

    The graphic design forum qbn.com is a place where designers can come to share ideas and get feedback on their work. But there is a dark side to the site that few people know about. If you post a design that is not up to par, the users of the site will make sure to let you know in the most graphic and gruesome ways possible.

    One user, in particular, seems to take joy in tearing apart other people's work. They go by the name "the critic". No one knows who this person is, but they are always quick to point out the flaws in others' designs.

    One day, a new user posted a design that they were particularly proud of. The critic tore it apart, pointing out every little mistake. The user was devastated. They tried to reply to the critic, but their comments were deleted.

    The user decided to take their own life.

    But before they did, they made one final post on the site.

    They revealed that they were the critic.

    And then they logged off for good.

    • I think they had this generator "castrated". It does not produce anything truly gruesome or eroticdrgs
    • Yeah. And when i ask it to write original jokes they seem to usually involve chickens or roadsscarabin
  • scarabin1

    Write an original song in the style of the beatles

    I wake up every day

    With the sun in my eyes

    I get out of bed

    And I start to realize

    That everything is wrong

    And nothing is right

    I try to make a change

    But it just don't seem to work

    I'm stuck in this place

    And I can't get out

    I'm just a poor boy

    Lost in the world

    I need somebody

    To help me find my way

    I'm just a poor boy

    Lost in the world

    I need somebody

    To help me find my way

    To the top of the world

    • Everything is redundant...
      and nothing isn't redundant.
      Tra la leee
      Tra la
      cannonball1978
  • drgs1

    Write a story about an awkward meetup between users of an online web designer forum. The names of the friends are pango, Nairn, utopian, Krassy and SimonFFM. All of them are men. SimonFFM does nudity photography. Nairn gets really drunk.

    The friends all decided to meet up in person for the first time, since they had all become close through their shared love of web design. They had all been talking online for months, and were excited to finally meet in person. However, the meetup quickly turned awkward.

    Pango was shy and withdrawn, and spent most of the time hiding behind his laptop. Nairn got drunk very quickly and started making inappropriate comments to everyone, regardless of their gender. Utopian tried to keep the peace, but ended up getting into a fight with Nairn. Krassy just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the whole situation.

    SimonFFM was the only one who seemed to be enjoying himself. He chatted with everyone and even managed to get Nairn to calm down for a bit. However, things took a turn when SimonFFM started talking about his work as a nude photographer.

    Everyone got very uncomfortable and started to leave, one by one. Pango was the first to go, followed by Utopian and Krassy. Nairn ended up passed out on the floor, and SimonFFM was left alone, wondering what had just happened.

  • drgs0

    Write a story about an awkward meetup between users of an online web designer forum. The names of the friends are Continuity, Nairn, utopian, Krassy and SimonFFM. All of them are men. SimonFFM does nudity photography. Nairn gets really drunk. Krassy and utopian get into a fist fight. Continuity has brain fog.

    The five friends had been planning to meet up for months, ever since they had connected on a web designer forum. They were all excited to finally meet face-to-face and discuss their shared passion.

    But from the moment they met, it was clear that things were not going to go smoothly. Continuity was suffering from brain fog and could hardly string a coherent sentence together. Nairn got drunk almost immediately and started making lewd comments to everyone. SimonFFM was constantly taking pictures of everyone, including some nudity photography, which made everyone uncomfortable.

    And then Krassy and utopian got into a fist fight. It quickly turned into a free-for-all, with everyone throwing punches. SimonFFM kept taking pictures, even as he was being hit. In the end, everyone went home bruised and battered, vowing never to meet up again.

    It was an awkward meetup, to say the least. But at least they can all look back and laugh about it now.

  • scarabin1

    write a song in the style of radiohead

    Can't you hear them?
    The white noise, the hiss
    The sound of the world spinning
    The sound of the wheels on the road
    The sound of the rain on the windows
    The sound of the waves on the shore

    Can't you hear them?
    The voices in your head
    The sound of your heart beating
    The sound of your breath in your lungs
    The sound of your blood in your veins

    Can't you hear them?
    The sounds of the universe
    The sound of the stars shining
    The sound of the planets spinning
    The sound of the galaxies colliding

    Can't you hear them?
    All the sounds of life
    The sound of existence
    The sound of infinity

    And in the silence
    In the stillness
    We can hear them
    The sounds of the universe
    The sounds of life
    The sounds of infinity

    • I wanna generate a book of poetry and see how many copies i can sellscarabin
    • Accompanied by ai generated illustrations for eachscarabin
  • Continuity0

    A little bit too on the nose and self-referential, this one.

    Write a song in the style of The Sisters of Mercy

    When the night comes
    and the darkness descends
    the sisters of mercy
    are waiting for you
    in the shadows
    they're waiting for you
    to take you away
    to their secret place
    where they'll make you feel
    like you're the only one
    in the world

  • Ianbolton0

    Tell a horrific story about Mort on QBN.com

    Mort was having a great day. He woke up, ate breakfast and went outside to enjoy the beautiful day. As he was walking, he saw a body lying in the street. He approached the body to see if he could help, but as he got closer, he realized that the body was mutilated beyond recognition. Blood was everywhere, and there was a large hole in the chest where the heart had been ripped out.

    Mort was horrified. He had never seen anything like this before. He didn't know what to do or who to call. He stood there in shock for a few minutes before he realized that he should call the police.

    When the police arrived, they found Mort standing over the body. He was shaking and couldn't speak. The police asked him what happened, but he couldn't tell them. He was in shock and couldn't remember anything.

    The police didn't know what to think. They had never seen anything like this before either. They took Mort to the station for questioning, but he still couldn't remember anything.

    The police were stumped. They had no leads and no witnesses. The only thing they could do was wait for Mort to remember what happened.

    A few days later, Mort finally remembered what happened. He had been walking home from getting breakfast when he saw the body. He approached it to see if he could help, but when he got closer, he realized that it was mutilated beyond recognition. He didn't know what to do, so he called the police.

    The police were relieved that Mort finally remembered what happened. They still had no leads, but at least they had a witness. They asked Mort to come down to the station to give a statement, but he refused. He said he didn't want to remember what he saw.

    The police were frustrated, but they couldn't force Mort to give a statement. They had to let him go.

    The police never found out who killed the person in the street. They never found any witnesses or any evidence. The case remains unsolved to this day.

  • imbecile0

    Despite the harrowing event, Mort tried his best to get back to his daily life. He continued his mundane routine, attempting to suppress the horrifying image of the mutilated body. But every night, he was haunted by nightmares, the gruesome scene replaying over and over in his dreams. As much as he wanted to forget, his mind was intent on trapping him within his trauma.

    The incident had stirred something within the small, otherwise peaceful town. Whispers of the unsolved murder filled the coffee shops, local grocery stores, and every social gathering. People grew wary, looking over their shoulders as they walked home, doors and windows securely locked at night. The once friendly and open community had become a town living in fear.

    Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but the case didn't move forward. The police continued to encounter dead ends, and the citizens' fear and curiosity morphed into an unresolved sadness. The town was not the same.

    Meanwhile, Mort was grappling with his own fear and guilt. He couldn't help but feel responsible for not being able to provide any useful information to the police. The lifeless body he had found haunted him not just in his sleep but also in his waking hours.

    One evening, as he was walking down the very street where he found the body, he noticed something peculiar in the corner of his eye. Under the dim street light, he saw what seemed like a medallion glistening. He picked it up, examining it closely. The medallion was old, with inscriptions that he couldn't read.

    A sense of dread washed over Mort. He wasn't sure why, but he had a gut feeling that the medallion was linked to the gruesome murder. He contemplated ignoring it, to leave the fear and mystery behind him. But he knew he had a responsibility.

    With a deep breath, he pocketed the medallion and walked toward the police station. He explained his find, handing over the mysterious item. It was the first solid lead the police had seen in months.

    The medallion was sent off to be analyzed, reigniting the hope of resolving the chilling murder. The town watched and waited with bated breath. Would this be the clue to unmask the face of the murderer? Mort, too, waited anxiously, hoping that the small piece of metal would bring closure to the town and finally allow him to find peace.