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By forcefeeding him a multitude of McRib sandwiches. It'll be poetic.What's your weapon of choice going to be, TD?
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We're so happy for you, Alu!By forcefeeding him a multitude of McRib sandwiches. It'll be poetic.What's your weapon of choice going to be, TD?
I’ll decide the weaponBy forcefeeding him a multitude of McRib sandwiches. It'll be poetic.
...can you bring us a couple of McRibs at least?I’ll decide the weapon
survivor gets the only McRib...can you bring us a couple of McRibs at least?
survivor gets the only McRib
Damn, I got kids you know. Can't be shirking all my responsibility just to play with you goons.
Welcome back, night seekers. You're listening to Paranormal Prime-Time—the voice in the dark that speaks the truths others fear to face. I'm Al, and if you've been following what's unfolding in Arswyd, you already know one thing for certain:
Fear makes people dangerous.
Tonight, I bring you the latest from the village square—a story of fire and judgment.
The town was divided. Suspicion cut deep, drawing lines between friends, neighbors. Everyone demanded blood, but their target was in contention.
In the end, the scales tipped, and Kat was chosen.
She fought at first, reason laced into her words, but their minds were set. Her resistance waned, replaced not by fear—but by disappointment. Witnesses say she shook her head, murmured something under her breath, and let herself be dragged to the stake.
The villagers bound her tight, the wooden pyre stacked high beneath her. The flame was lit. And in seconds, the fire took hold.
They braced themselves, expecting the monstrous transformation that had become so familiar. But what they saw instead… was something far worse.
Through the rising blaze, a lab coat flashed for just a moment—sleeves blackening in the heat before disintegrating entirely. Several syringes tumbled from the folds of fabric, their delicate glass casings shattering, liquefying into molten streaks before they ever touched the ground.
Then, it was over.
Kat the Scientist was gone. Reduced to nothing but embers and regret.
They had burned one of their own.
A mind that could have perhaps saved them from their fate. Gone—because fear does not listen. Fear does not wait.
And now, the town of Arswyd must face the night knowing what they've done.
The air is thick with smoke, but the dread has not lifted. If anything, it has only deepened.
They thought fire would bring clarity.
Instead, it brought loss.
This has been Paranormal Prime-Time. Stay sharp. Stay safe.
And remember:
Don't. Look. Outside.
Welcome back, night seekers. You're listening to Paranormal Prime-Time—the voice that lingers in the dark, even when the monsters fade. I'm Al, and if you've followed this story, you know the horrors Arswyd has endured.
But this morning…
Two bodies were found in the town square, the cold stone beneath them slick with the coagulated sludge. Both men lay still, black bags barely pulled from their heads, as if something had meant to dispose of them… but never finished the job.
The first, VashTheStampede, stared upwards—unblinking, unmoving. Tracks of viscous ichor trailed from the corners of his vacant eyes, seeping into the once-glorious beard that now lay matted in the same thick mess pooling beneath him. His body—once strong, forged by years of labor in the Produce Mines—was barely recognizable. His frame was gaunt, hollowed out, drained as writhing tendrils of infection tried to flee his corpse… only to shrivel and die before escape.
VashTheStampede, the Plague Host, was dead.
But beside him lay another.
The second man was equally drenched in a grotesque sea of thick brown sauce. TD looked peaceful, eyes closed in what could only be described as near catatonic bliss—an absurd contrast to the nightmarish display around him.
Then, as the investigators took a cautious step closer, TD sat bolt upright.
Tendrils of rib meat flung from his chin as he gasped, eyes wild and unfocused. A strangled, stammered word escaped his lips—'Autograph!?'—before he lurched forward, retching a stream of viscous barbecue sauce into his own lap. His chest heaved once, twice… before he collapsed back into the thick, sticky remains of his own filth.
The town recoiled, horrified and disgusted in equal measure.
But something… changed.
The thick, oppressive weight that had hung over Arswyd for nights on end—pressing into their bones, whispering in the wind—was gone. The sun, hidden for days behind a dense veil of gloom, finally broke through, casting its golden light across the bloodied square.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, the people of Arswyd felt hope.
They had won. The horrors that had stalked them, wormed their way into their minds and bodies, had been driven back.
But make no mistake—evil can never be destroyed. It only sleeps, waits, watches.
And somewhere, in the darkness beyond the trees, another cryptid stirs, drawn toward the void that has been left behind.
For now, Arswyd is safe. But the night always returns.
This has been Paranormal Prime-Time. Stay sharp. Stay safe.
And remember:
Don't. Look. Outside.
I SHALL NOT LOG IN!
I still really don't like the way the bot says "Don't. Look. Outside." The pauses are too robotic. I wonder if there's a way to improve it. Maybe commas instead of periods?All possible actions are in, so we're not waiting until tomorrow morning.
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@VashTheStampede has been killed. He was the Plague Host.
The Investigators win!
View attachment idk.mp3I still really don't like the way the bot says "Don't. Look. Outside." The pauses are too robotic. I wonder if there's a way to improve it. Maybe commas instead of periods?
I was not about to become a seer and find out if I caught your cootiesI like how my plague spread like the measles in Texas.
Maybe I'm just being needlessly picky. Not about the Burger King. That shit still sucks.
I believe one of the earlier versions I tried wasn't punctuated so forcefully, but it didn't sound as suspenseful. And then after a time or two I'd kind of baked myself into the same intro/outro so I didn't care to change it.Maybe I'm just being needlessly picky. Not about the Burger King. That shit still sucks.
I get the need for the pausing. Maybe it's the kind of thing that the robot can't really replicate properly. Any way to see what happens when you use exclamation marks instead? Or would that cost extra?I believe one of the earlier versions I tried wasn't punctuated so forcefully, but it didn't sound as suspenseful. And then after a time or two I'd kind of baked myself into the same intro/outro so I didn't care to change it.
Fair, though. It doesn't always read it the same, but I wasn't about to waste more money regenerating it for alternatives.
View attachment wut.mp3I get the need for the pausing. Maybe it's the kind of thing that the robot can't really replicate properly. Any way to see what happens when you use exclamation marks instead? Or would that cost extra?
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Idk dude, I tried exclamation marks but I think I caught the bot in the middle of jacking off.