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For instance, in this example (pic related), I only wrote the opening to each paragraph: “The horse stables”, “Inside”, and “However”. And you can see how this helped guide what the AI wrote about.

>Rules
Players will roll a d100 and suggest up to three words to be typed in. I’ll type in the words written by the player with the highest roll. This should strongly guide the direction of what the resulting story.

Duplicate suggestions will be ignored, and suggestions should make at least some logical sense.

For now, I’m planning to generate new text either every 30 minutes, or after five different players roll (whichever comes first). This may change depending on how many players we get.

Now for the big question: How do you want this new story to start?

>>5501371
MC is tied to a stake, about to be burned

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>>5501371
> You are born on a feudal world in the 40k setting.
> Roll 1d100 to determine psychic nature // 1-5 = Null, 6-94 = Standard, 95-100 = Psyker
> If applicable, Null/Psyker potency // 1-50 = Theta or Sigma, 51-80 = Zeta or Upsilon, 81-95 = Delta or Phi, 96-99 = Beta or Psi, 100 = Alpha or Omega
> Roll 1d100 to determine prosperity of upbringing // 1-60 = Slave Class, 51-80 = Lower Class, 81-90 = Middle Class, 91-99= Upper Class, 100 = Ruling Class
You better not bail OP.
I didn't write all this shit out for nothing.

>>5501410
>I formed this into a simple first sentence

[Varek struggled against his restraints as the villagers lit the kindling at his feet.] As they did so, the flames grew stronger and he found it impossible to breathe in the noxious fumes of burning pitch. His arms and legs were bound tight enough that he couldn't move them or even wiggle his fingers much without great effort. The smell was almost overwhelming now, but Varek refused to give in. He would not be beaten by these simple, ignorant peasants.
"Stop!" shouted one of the men in front of him. "This is madness! We are wasting our time here."
The other man turned to look at him, and then looked back down at Varek with a scowl on his face. "You heard the witch," he said. "We have no choice. Let us get this over with."
One of the villagers began turning the handle on the bellows, which brought the fire roaring up through the kindling and into the larger logs that had been placed around the outside of the circle. They weren't going to let him go until they had burned him alive.
There was a moment's pause while the flames licked higher, and Varek could feel the heat from the fire growing against his skin. This was worse than any kind of pain he'd ever felt before. It was like being engulfed by an inferno made entirely out of pure agony. He wanted desperately to scream, to cry out for help, but his mouth was tightly secured behind a gag.

>What next?

>>5501418
Die and be reborn from the ashes.

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>NovelAI can also generate some anime-themed images, so I may post those occasionally as well
>Note: when you see (***) that signifies a scene change

>>5501429
>Try to word it in a sentence that can be inserted directly into the story. In this case, I typed:

[As the life drained from his body, Varek could feel himself being reborn.]

He woke up to darkness.

His eyes opened slowly, blinking as he tried to make sense of where he was and what had happened. All he could see was a dim light in front of his face. There wasn't any pain, but there was something else. A heavy feeling in his chest, and a strange sensation spreading throughout his entire body. He hadn't felt this way since… Since… What?

It took Varek a few moments to remember.

When the villagers had lit the kindling, the flames had grown quickly, engulfing him in the most intense heat he had ever experienced. Every part of his body had been seared by the flames, and for long seconds Varek had thought that he might die right there in that small clearing.

But somehow, after everything, he'd survived.

And now, as he lay on the ground, it seemed that he finally understood why. For the first time, Varek truly understood who he was, and what he was capable of.

He was a god.

***

Gideon's plan worked perfectly.

With the help of the village elders, he had convinced them that Varek was possessed by a demon, and that only a holy sacrifice could save them all from eternal damnation. After a short sermon given by the priest, the villagers had agreed to perform the ritual and rid themselves of their accursed visitor. And once the villagers had set about lighting the pyre, Gideon had slipped away unnoticed.

Now, standing atop a nearby hill, he watched as the villagers prepared to burn Varek alive. He couldn't hear anything over the sound of the crackling fires, but he knew that the screams coming from below told him that Varek was still fighting back against the flames.

He waited patiently for several minutes, watching as the flames grew steadily brighter. Then, when he saw that Varek appeared to be weakening under the assault, Gideon stepped forward and raised his hands high above his head. He called upon his power, calling forth every last ounce of strength he had left inside him and pouring it into a single spell.

A bolt of lightning shot across the sky and struck directly into the center of the fire.

>What next?

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Slight rules updates:

>The word limit is no longer just three words. You can suggest full sentences to be typed into the story.

>Rolling a d100 no longer really seems necessary

>We may have to extend the period of each “turn”, when players can make suggestions, to a full hour instead of a half-hour. This depends on how many responses I get

>In the (likely) event that I don’t get any responses within an hour, I’ll just generate more text automatically using the program

>>5501456
>>5501507
Varek's domain is all that brings light so he absorbs the lightning bolt.

>>5501514
[Varek went rigid and glowed with a blinding light.]

When the flash subsided, he stood alone among the charred remains of the kindling. The flames continued to lick upward toward his hair and clothing, but they didn't touch him anymore.

The villagers gasped and cried out in surprise as the fire died down and stopped rising. But Varek simply stared straight ahead, unblinking and motionless. No longer a victim of the flames, he was now a force of nature itself.

Then, as if suddenly remembering how to walk again, Varek staggered forward. Without a word, he walked past the shocked villagers and disappeared into the trees.

The villagers looked at each other in confusion, wondering what exactly had just transpired. One of them spoke up nervously.

"What do we do?"

Another answered, "I don't know. Maybe the gods will take pity on us."

They exchanged uneasy looks and then began talking amongst themselves, trying to decide whether or not they should try to follow Varek.

But Gideon wasn't interested in following Varek; instead, he ran off deeper into the woods. Once he reached a place where he could safely cast another spell, he drew a deep breath and focused all of his attention inward. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard, and imagined himself reaching into the earth beneath his feet. With his mind, he touched the roots of the ancient forest and sent a message to whatever powers were listening:

Please, heed me. My name is Gideon, and I am your friend.

Your enemy has come to you, and he seeks to destroy the land that gives you life. Please, lend me the strength to fight him.

***

Miles away, Varek stumbled blindly along a path in the middle of nowhere. It was dark, and he couldn't tell where he was heading. All he could think about was getting away from those people, whoever they were, wherever they came from.

Varek wandered aimlessly through the dense forests for hours before he finally decided to rest. He sat down on a large log and leaned against the trunk, staring blankly at nothing in particular.

After a few minutes, he noticed that someone was approaching him.

>What next?

>>5501543
Say hi

>>5501558
>I tried just typing “Hi” but it interpreted it as another person speaking

"Hi," said a soft voice. "Are you okay?"

Varek looked up. In front of him, a girl wearing a green dress and holding a basket full of wildflowers smiled shyly. Her golden blonde hair shone in the moonlight, and she had blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. She was beautiful, and Varek found himself smiling back.

"Who are you?" he asked her.

She giggled. "My name is Taryn. Do you need some help finding somewhere to sleep?"

For a brief second, Varek forgot everything that had happened to him. Her smile was contagious, and Varek found himself wanting to trust this stranger more than anyone he had ever known.

Taryn nodded, pointing to the side of the road. "Over there is my house. If you're willing, I can show you the way there."

"That sounds wonderful," he replied with a nod. "Thank you."

Together, the two travelers made their way through the forest, passing by countless streams and hidden coves. Varek followed Taryn closely, afraid that someone might spot him and call out his name. He kept looking back over his shoulder anxiously, expecting to see the villagers chasing him.

Finally, they arrived at a cottage nestled between two tall pine trees. The door was open slightly and there was light shining within. As soon as Varek entered the doorway, the girl shut the door behind him and locked it securely.

"Sorry about that," she apologized. "Sometimes strangers wander onto our property. That's why we keep the doors locked."

Varek glanced around curiously. "Where are all the others?"

"Oh, they'll be home later. You must be tired. Why don't you stay here with me until morning?"

Varek hesitated. "Do you have any food?"

Her eyes widened and a grin crept across her face.

"I do now."

Taryn reached into the flower basket and pulled out a concealed knife. Before Varek realized what was happening, the young woman plunged the blade deep into his stomach.

Varek screamed as hot blood gushed out of the wound and covered both of them. He fell backward, clutching at the gaping hole in his torso, unable to comprehend the sudden change in events.

>What next?

>>5501594
Varrek beats up Taryn with the power of light.

>>5501637
[As Varek clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, his body began to glow with a bright light.]

Soon, his whole body was glowing white-hot with a brilliant aura. His clothes burst apart in a shower of sparks as he rose into the air and floated gently down to the floor.

Taryn stared in amazement as the light emanating from Varek's body increased in intensity. The color shifted from white to yellow, then red, and finally violet, like an enormous star filling the room. By the time the light reached its peak, Varek's entire body had become translucent and luminous, making him appear almost transparent.

In the next instant, the light exploded outward in a massive blast of energy that tore through the cottage walls. Shards of wood flew everywhere as the building collapsed into rubble. Varek's body shuddered violently as the wave of energy washed over him. His skin rippled and stretched as if being torn apart.

"NO!" Taryn screamed as the world around her dissolved into chaos.

All that remained of the cottage was a pile of smoking debris and broken furniture scattered across the ground. Taryn herself vanished instantly, leaving nothing but a trail of smoke and ash in the wake of her departure.

Varek drifted silently to the ground and crumpled to his knees. He looked down at his body and winced in pain. His stomach had completely healed, and yet the wound was still fresh enough to hurt him terribly whenever he moved.

Slowly, he got to his feet and gazed around at the devastation that had been caused by his own explosion of magic. Everything was gone – the cottage, the flowers, even Taryn. Nothing but scorched grass and a few stray pieces of wood remained.

What had happened? How had he done this?

Suddenly, Varek remembered his conversation with the man named Gideon. He'd spoken to him back in the village, telling the man about the strange visions he sometimes experienced. At first, Gideon had scoffed at Varek's story, saying that such things weren't possible. But then, after hearing the details, he had changed his tune.

"You've been blessed," the wizard had announced proudly. "This is what happens when one becomes a true servant of the gods."

Varek had paid little attention to the old man's words, but just a day later the villagers had tried to burn him alive. They claimed that he was a demon sent from Hell itself, and that only a holy sacrifice would save them from certain doom.

Was it possible that the old man was behind all of this? Had Gideon cursed him? Was it his fault that the villagers and the girl with the knife wanted him dead so badly?

If only he could talk to Gideon again. But that would mean going back to that awful place. Back to that terrible village filled with cruel people who hated him for no reason.

How could he go back there now?

>What next?

(NOTE: Taking a break for the night. I’ll try to figure out when to do more updates)

>>5501667
Return to the village, despite your apprehensions.