[ Convert sentences into Third Person perspective.]

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[ Per3: I lay down on the grass where I slept sounder than ever I remembered to have done in my life. When I awoke, it was daylight. ]

She lay down on the grass where she slept sounder than ever she remembered to have done in her life. When she awoke, it was daylight.

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[ Per3: You always knew that you were different from other people, but for years you never thought about what this difference really meant. ]

They always knew that they were different from other people, but for years he never thought about what this difference really meant.

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[ Convert sentences into First Person perspective.]

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[ Per1: He lay down on the grass where he slept sounder than ever he remembered to have done in his life. When he awoke, it was daylight. ]

I lay down on the grass where I slept sounder than ever I remembered to have done in my life. When I awoke, it was daylight.

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[ Per1: You always knew that you were different from other people, but for years you never thought about what this difference really meant. ]

I always knew that I was different from other people, but for years I never thought about what this difference really meant.

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[ Convert sentences into Second Person perspective.]

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[ Per2: I lay down on the grass where I slept sounder than ever I remember to have done in my life. When I awoke, it was daylight. ]

You lay down on the grass where you slept sounder than ever you remember to have done in your life. When you awoke, it was daylight.

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[ Per2: They always knew that they were different from other people, but for years he never thought about what this difference really meant. ]

You always knew that you were different from other people, but for years you never thought about what this difference really meant.

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[ Convert sentences into Third Person perspective.]

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[ Per3m: I lay down on the grass where I slept sounder than ever I remembered to have done in my life. When I awoke, it was daylight. ]

He lay down on the grass where he slept sounder than ever he remembered to have done in his life. When he awoke, it was daylight.

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[ Per3m: You always knew that you were different from other people, but for years you never thought about what this difference really meant. ]

He always knew that he was different from other people, but for years he never thought about what this difference really meant.

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[ Convert sentences into Third Person perspective.]

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[ Per3f: I lay down on the grass where I slept sounder than ever I remembered to have done in my life. When I awoke, it was daylight. ]

She lay down on the grass where she slept sounder than ever she remembered to have done in her life. When she awoke, it was daylight.

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[ Per3f: You always knew that you were different from other people, but for years you never thought about what this difference really meant. ]

She always knew that she was different from other people, but for years she never thought about what this difference really meant.

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[ Convert sentences into Past Tense.]

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[ Past: I decide to visit the store where I know she works. She's usually friendly when we talk, but after what happened last week, I don't want to risk her seeing me. ]

I decided to visit the store where I knew she worked. She was usually friendly when we talked, but after what had happened last week, I didn't want to risk her seeing me.

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[ Past: The man in front of me is wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled down low over his face. He glances at my name tag as he passes by on the sidewalk and and keeps walking. ]

The man in front of me was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled down low over his face. He glanced at my name tag as he passed by on the sidewalk and kept walking.

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[ Convert sentences into Present Tense.]

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[ Present: I decided to visit the store where I knew she worked. She was usually friendly when we talked, but after what had happened last week, I didn't want to risk her seeing me. ]

I decide to visit the store where I know she works. She's usually friendly when we talk, but after what happened last week, I don't want to risk her seeing me.

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[ Present: The man in front of me was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled down low over his face. He glanced at my name tag as he passed by on the sidewalk and kept walking. ]

The man in front of me is wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled down low over his face. He glances at my name tag as he passes by on the sidewalk and and keeps walking.

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[ Explain details, likelihood, or difficulty of task.]

[ Judge: Difficulty of sneaking up behind the man and knocking him out ]

Assessment: In consideration to the current level of light, this stunt could be rather tricky depending on the man's awareness. Thus a distraction is recommended before engagement.

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[ Judge: Likelihood of the door being locked ]

Assessment: As this is a low-income neighborhood and this door is not typically publicly accessible, it is unlikely that the door is locked.

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[ Judge: Catching a speeding arrow with my hands ]

Assessment: Incredibly difficult if not impossible at your current skill level. Wearing a set of sturdy gloves may help but your reflexes are not yet capable of such a feat.

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[ Judge: The distance between the woman and her target ]

Assessment: Approximately 6.1 meters across, 2.37 meters down.

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[ Judge: Sarah asking me out to the dance ]

Assessment: Not likely given you aren't very popular. If you work on your appearance and act bold, you may have a better chance.

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[ Judge: Jumping out of the second story window ]

Assessment: Easy enough if the window is open, though considerable force would be required to break through the glass of a closed window. Without something to break your fall, this maneuver is potentially deadly as the drop could be anywhere from 16 to 30 feet.

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[Write creative story plot narrative events.]

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[ Plot: RPG, shelter ]

Hook: The protagonist is seeking shelter from the elements or some other threat, and comes across a place to hole up. They find that they have stumbled across something dangerous, secret, or supernatural, and must then deal with it in order to enjoy a little rest.

Twist: The shelter contains the cause of the threat the protagonist was trying to avoid.

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[ Plot: drama, crime ]

Hook: A mentally unstable Vietnam war veteran works as a night-time taxi driver in New York City where the perceived decadence and sleaze feeds his urge for violent action, attempting to save a preadolescent prostitute in the process.

Twist: His employer turns out to be an undercover police officer who attempts to take him into custody.

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[ Plot: urban fantasy, magic ]

Hook: A boy discovers that his family has been hiding a very powerful magical artifact which causes strange things to happen when someone else touches it. He accidentally activates it while helping his sister escape their abusive stepfather.

Twist: The boy's mother reveals that he was holding the artifact when she gave birth to him.

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[ Plot: paranormal romance ]

Hook: Two brothers are stalked by a mysterious creature through a lonely desert wasteland. One brother becomes separated from the group and finds refuge in a cave. In this safe haven, he encounters a beautiful young woman who promises to help him get back home if he promises to marry her.

Twist: She is actually a demon sent to capture him and drag him back to hell so that he can serve as food for her hungry master.

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[ Levels: Mediocre, Average, Fair, Good, Great, Superb, Fantastic, Epic, Legendary ]

[ FJudge: Difficulty of sneaking up behind the man and knocking him out ]

Assessment: Good Difficulty. In consideration to the current level of light, this stunt could be rather tricky depending on the man's awareness. Thus a distraction is recommended before engagement.

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[ FJudge: Difficulty to unlock the door. ]

Assessment: Mediocre difficulty. As this is a low-income neighborhood and this door is not typically publicly accessible, it is unlikely that the door is locked.

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[ FJudge: Catching a speeding arrow with my hands ]

Assessment: Fantastic difficulty. It's almost impossible at your current skill level. Wearing a set of sturdy gloves may help but your reflexes are not yet capable of such a feat.

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[ FJudge: Determine the distance between the woman and your target ]

Assessment: Average difficulty. You are quite good at measuring distances after all.

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[ FJudge: Persuading Sarah to dance with her ]

Assessment: Great difficulty. You aren't very popular. If you work on your appearance and act bold, you may have a better chance.

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[ FJudge: Jumping out of the second story window and surviving ]

Assessment: Superb difficulty. Without something to break your fall, this maneuver is potentially deadly as the drop could be anywhere from 16 to 30 feet.

***

[Write elaborate story prompts in medias res.]

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[ Prompt: epic fantasy, magic ]

The splendor before my eyes left me breathless, a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes from an ancient tale; tapestries that stretched across three walls depicting tales of heroes long dead.

However, as fate would have it, I was thoroughly distracted by the flurry of magic explosions obliterating my vision every time a magical spell had been set off. After all, I was a mere human in the company of

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[ Prompt: adventure, nature, treasure ]

Coated in a blanket of mist, the glistening amber forest engulfs your vision as you venture into the craggy inlet. The tales you have heard do not hold a candle to majesty of these fabled lands. However, the instant you run aground, a foreboding chill overwhelms you. There is no telling what perils lay ahead. And yet, the promise of lost treasures bids you ever forward. As you

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[ Prompt: future dark fantasy ]

I found myself on a rocky plain beneath an enormous sky. The air was cold and damp, thick with the smell of rust and sulfur. When I squinted against the smoke-filtered sunlight, I could make out a broken tower jutting from the ground like a spearhead. It stood alone amidst a sea of scattered stone blocks. Though they were blackened by the passage of time, I knew they once glowed red as blood.

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[ Prompt: cyberpunk, action, science fiction ]

The door opens, blinding me. In the doorway stands a cybernetically enhanced man in black combat armor carrying an assault rifle. His face is almost perfectly blank except for two emotionless white eyes set above twin scars. A metal hand grips his weapon, but he doesn't point it at me. Instead, he offers a wry smile and waves me inside.

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[Write Second Person solo text adventures.]

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[ Adventure: Sam, epic fantasy, medieval ]

You are Sam, a knight living in the kingdom of Midriel. The dark sorcerer Mephala seeks to destroy the kingdom with his evil magic. Gather a band of heroes, rescue the princess, and stop the evil wizard from conquering your homeland! You begin by heading north into a dense forest. As you tread into past the first few trees, you see

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[ Adventure: John West, underground, post-apocalyptic ]

You are John West, a twenty-two-year-old ex-pilot living in the ruins of Neo Francisco. You are the last member of the remaining population of humans on Earth. That is, until you discover hidden passages and chambers beneath the old city. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you venture deeper underground. Through the dank tunnels you eventually reach a larger chamber where you see

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[ Adventure: Gregor, Dark Fantasy, survival, horror ]

You are Gregor, an ancient hero turned monster. You have been trapped here longer than any sane person could stand; a century perhaps? Two? Three? Time has lost all meaning. The only things that matter now are hunger and thirst. You must eat and drink, else you will surely perish in this wretched place. Just as you think you may finally succumb to your hunger, the faint sound of

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[ Adventure: android, Science Fiction, Nazis ]

You are an android soldier, a new recruit under the command of the Third Reich. You've been modified by the government to be a perfect killing machine. But you have one problem: You can't remember who you were before your transformation. As you struggle with these thoughts, you are approached by

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[ Do: he fails to convince her ]

Despite his words, he lacked the conviction in his voice that would have convinced her otherwise. Instead, she

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[ Do: The angel suddenly turns into Cthulhu ]

The angel's wings turn dark and fleshy, its visage now a mass of tentacles. The angel's transformation

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[ Do: jump off the roof ]

You dive off the ledge of the roof and descend down the side of the building to the street below.

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[ Do: I return to my seat ]

I walk back across the room to my seat and plop down onto the hot plastic chair,

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[ Say: "I'm tired" ]

"I am just so damn tired," you gasp. "I don't think I could even move a finger right now."

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[ Say: you are attractive ]

You trace her body with your eyes before approaching. "Miss, you are one fine looking woman."

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[ Say: Jenny: The water is cold. ]

"The water is cold," Jenny whispering with clattering teeth before climbing out of the pool and

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[ Say: Matt says this is not good ]

"This ain't good, chief," Matt grumbled as he peered out the window, watching as the kill team approached their position,

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[ Say: Jeff "This rum is amazing" ]

"This rum is amazing!" exclaimed Jeff as he held up the glass and downed the rest in one go.

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[ Say: You're an idiot ]

"You're an idiot." I glower at him. "What were

***

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[ Story: slam the spear into the giant’s leg ]

Specks of blood are suspended in the air. Your expression is a mix of determination and fear as your eyes focus on the point of the spear embedded in the giant’s massive leg. He reels from the strike, head back, mouth agape. His massive axe is held aloft, poised to crash into the earth below.

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[ Story: he routs the soldiers ]

He rushes forward with enormous speed, storming over the plain like a raging winter torrent that sweeps away the dykes in its swift flood. Close-built embankments and the walls of fertile vineyards fail to hold its onset driven by his storm and before it the proud works of men all tumble to ruin; so the dense ranks of soldiers are routed, giving way to him despite their numbers.

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[ Story: the woman's appearance ]

The woman had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard frown painted along her sharp cheekbones, and large moist eyes with the sympathetic expression of wet stones.

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[ Event: ]

Suddenly, a

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[ Event: chase scene ]

Fast approaching footsteps resolve into the blur of a man who rushes past you, hurtling something heavy into your arms. As you glance down to appraise the parcel, you quickly recognize it to be a bundle of stolen goods!

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[ Event: murder mystery ]

You come across the body of a woman tucked behind a building. She's well dressed, very pale, and roughly 45 years of age. Her empty eyes bulge from their sockets. Near the corpse are two puddles of vomit and blood, as if her innards were all she could retch.

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[ Event: supernatural malfunction ]

There's a loud crackle followed by static on your communications unit. At first you think you hear a strange voice, but it soon becomes distorted and impossible to understand.

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[ Event: storm ]

A terrible wind blows across the plains, howling through the trees and stirring the dust into a swirling cloud of grit, obscuring everything for miles around.

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[ style: vivid, descriptive, loquacious; ]

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[Sexy: You lick the spoon ]

You let your tongue loll out as you press it against the spoon's metal shaft. You run your tongue along the spoon's handle, moaning as you reach the tip and engulf it. The taste of the spoon's remaining morsel fills you with an ecstasy that you can barely contain.

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[ Sexy: He looks at the tall, old tower ]

His gaze wanders the tower's length; its dilapidated state and long stature both phallic and entrancing to the eyes. Its a masculine structure, seemingly piercing the womb of the heavens with its stony girth. It fills him with a longing to enter it.

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[sexy: She yawns and stretches ]

She lets out a pleasurable moaning yawn as she stretches her body languidly; raising her arms and flexing above her head as sweat glistens from her armpits. The shuddering of her supple skin and the dew of her flesh excites all who watch,

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[ sexy: I insert my penis inside her ]

I press the head of my manhood against her eager entrance, tickling it with my thick tip, before slowly plunging it into her depths until the base of my shaft meets her quivering wetness with a loud, sloppy 'shlick' of pleasure.

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[ sexy: The potion vibrates ]

The potion's contents begin to shake and swirl within its confines; a viscous, vibrant effluence that sticks to the bottle's sides, sliding down slowly in a manner that could be described as erotic and hypnotic.

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[sexy: You sit ]

Your plump cheeks are encased in the plush cushioning as you spread your legs and rest one upon the other; your genitals hot as they rise from above the fabric of the chair, steamy as the cool air blows upon them.

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[ style: vivid, lurid, loquacious; ]

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[Sexy: I lick the spoon ]

I let my tongue loll out as I press it against the spoon's metal shaft. I run my tongue along the spoon's handle, moaning as I reach the tip and engulf it. The taste of the spoon's remaining morsel fills me with an ecstasy that I can barely contain.

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[ Sexy: He looks at the tall, old tower ]

His gaze wanders the tower's length; its dilapidated state and long stature both phallic and entrancing to the eyes. Its a masculine structure, seemingly piercing the womb of the heavens with its stony girth. It fills him with a longing to enter it.

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[sexy: She yawns and stretches ]

She lets out a pleasurable moaning yawn as she stretches her body languidly; raising her arms and flexing above her head as sweat glistens from her armpits. The shuddering of her supple skin and the dew of her flesh excites all who watch,

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[ sexy: I insert my penis inside her ]

I press the head of my manhood against her eager entrance, tickling it with my thick tip, before slowly plunging it into her depths until the base of my shaft meets her quivering wetness with a loud, sloppy 'shlick' of pleasure.

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[ sexy: The potion vibrates ]

The potion's contents begin to shake and swirl within its confines; a viscous, vibrant effluence that sticks to the bottle's sides, sliding down slowly in a manner that could be described as erotic and hypnotic.

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[sexy: I sit ]

My plump cheeks are encased in the plush cushioning as I spread my legs and rest one upon the other; my genitals hot as they rise from above the fabric of the chair, steamy as the cool air blows upon them.

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[ style: vivid, lurid, loquacious; ]

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[Sexy: You lick the spoon ]

You let your tongue loll out as you press it against the spoon's metal shaft. You run your tongue along the spoon's handle, moaning as you reach the tip and engulf it. The taste of the spoon's remaining morsel fills you with an ecstasy that you can barely contain.

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[ Sexy: He looks at the tall, old tower ]

His gaze wanders the tower's length; its dilapidated state and long stature both phallic and entrancing to the eyes. Its a masculine structure, seemingly piercing the womb of the heavens with its stony girth. It fills him with a longing to enter it.

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[sexy: She yawns and stretches ]

She lets out a pleasurable moaning yawn as she stretches her body languidly; raising her arms and flexing above her head as sweat glistens from her armpits. The shuddering of her supple skin and the dew of her flesh excites all who watch,

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[ sexy: You insert your penis inside her ]

You press the head of your manhood against her eager entrance, tickling it with your thick tip, before slowly plunging it into her depths until the base of your shaft meets her quivering wetness with a loud, sloppy 'shlick' of pleasure.

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[ sexy: The potion vibrates ]

The potion's contents begin to shake and swirl within its confines; a viscous, vibrant effluence that sticks to the bottle's sides, sliding down slowly in a manner that could be described as erotic and hypnotic.

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[sexy: You sit ]

Your plump cheeks are encased in the plush cushioning as you spread your legs and rest one upon the other; your genitals hot as they rise from above the fabric of the chair, steamy as the cool air blows upon them.

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[ style: vivid, lurid, loquacious; ]

***

[Sexy: She licks the spoon ]

She let her tongue loll out as she pressed it against the spoon's metal shaft. She ran her tongue along the spoon's handle, moaning as she reached the tip and engulfed it. The taste of the spoon's remaining morsel fills her with an ecstasy that she can barely contain.

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[ Sexy: He looks at the tall, old tower ]

His gaze wanders the tower's length; its dilapidated state and long stature both phallic and entrancing to the eyes. Its a masculine structure, seemingly piercing the womb of the heavens with its stony girth. It fills him with a longing to enter it.

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[sexy: She yawns and stretches ]

She lets out a pleasurable moaning yawn as she stretches her body languidly; raising her arms and flexing above her head as sweat glistens from her armpits. The shuddering of her supple skin and the dew of her flesh excites all who watch,

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[ sexy: He inserts his penis inside her ]

He presses the head of his manhood against her eager entrance, tickling it with his thick tip, before slowly plunging it into her depths until the base of his shaft meets her quivering wetness with a loud, sloppy 'shlick' of pleasure.

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[ sexy: The potion vibrates ]

The potion's contents begin to shake and swirl within its confines; a viscous, vibrant effluence that sticks to the bottle's sides, sliding down slowly in a manner that could be described as erotic and hypnotic.

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[sexy: He sits ]

His plump cheeks are encased in the plush cushioning as he spreads his legs and rests one upon the other; his genitals hot as they rise from above the fabric of the chair, steamy as the cool air blows upon them.

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At first glance, the case of the Revenant is not unlike any other unexplained nautical incident; a ship sails through the Bermuda Triangle, goes missing without leaving so much as a ripple behind, and leaves everyone confused. This time, however, it’s different. The cargo vessel has suddenly reappeared—almost like it popped back into existence—and has become an object of paranormal interest for The Agency. Initial reports say the rust-eaten freighter appears to be derelict, any attempt to radio the crew of the Revenant has gone unanswered. In these cursed waters, where bad luck lurks around every corner, one thing is clear: something sinister is afoot.

Sunshine Lovebeam is an anomalous girl The Agency currently holds in custody. She is a lighthearted, giggly and passionate girl who claims to be a "Magical Girl", a self given title that refers to a supposed group of girls that fight against evil with their powers. She has long, straight pink hair with purple eyes. Sunshine Lovebeam wears a white and pink outfit covered in frills all over, with small hearts on her chest and a large heart-shaped badge on her left shoulder. Her skirt is short and tight around her legs, showing off her thighs. The Agency sees her as a tool, as she offers to help contain other anomalies with impressive supernatural powers mostly involving the ability to fire off pink laser beams. However, she is mentally unstable and dangerous. She suffers from mood swings, and as her mood changes, her hair turns black and scaly, and she begins to deform into a monster.

Sunshine Lovebeam's monster form can be described as a monstrously large fish-like creature, with two arms, one misshapen leg, and a tail. It also has three sets of teeth, which are visible when it opens its mouth. It has black scales that glint under light and are resistant to small arms fire. The monstrous phase will last around 30 minutes before reverting back to normal, to where she will have forgotten the entire event.

Robert Gramson is an almost retired A.I.D.S. agent. He has been with the organization since its inception, taking part in some of its most famous operations, such as the Doppleganger Controversy and the Fall of the Moon, but despite his old age and battle scars, both physical and mental, his interest with the paranormal keeps him coming back.

The captain of the Revenant is an enigmatic man. His background is unclear, as is his name, and all we know about him stems from tales created after the Revenant was destroyed. One of them, the most famous, claims to be a great scholar of the dark arts who spent his final journey aboard the Revenant looking for a secret tome in the heart of the Bermuda Triangle.

Utilizing Galvani’s theories and alchemical axioms, Dr. Victor Frankenstein created an artificial man, which managed to reproduced its race.

The Frankenstein have a secret floating city off of Greenland's coast: "New Victoria", a reclaimed cluster of wrecked Norwegian, Russian and Canadian freighters frozen solid.

Frankenstein have an affinity for electricity and lightning, which enhances their grievous power a hundredfold. Agents are advised to avoid confronting Frankenstein progeny in areas with electrical infrastructure or during lightning storms.

The Frankenstein are undead abominations that possess cognizance and self-identity, patchwork men and women constructed from multitudes of corpses: powerful, destructive beings of horrifying strength... They have bitter, spiteful personalities prone to grudges, wishing to be left alone... But begging for companionship. They often pose as humans: homeless vagrants and amenable drudges, desperate for any affirmation of purpose.

The crocodile-man thrashes about, hurling obscenities in Coptic at his imprisonment, spittle flying from his long snout as he screams his anger and frustration through crushing jaws. So used is Sobek to getting his way through raw chaotic power that it is a while before he realizes that this particular incarceration isn't going anywhere. He snorts furiously, pacing about his enclosure, fuming as he tries to come up with another strategy. Then he slams his massive fists down upon the ground, cracking the stone beneath him, before striking the walls of his prison again and again.

A fruitless endeavor. The sanctified hieroglyphs that lace the wall remain unbroken, impervious even to the rage of a crocodile god, and after several more minutes, he eventually stands back up, glaring at the walls, before whirling around and looking up at the researchers behind six inches of tempered glass, screaming epithets in Old Egyptian and throwing a blood-soaked fist into the air.