WHY IS MY MOTHER CHATTING WITH THE GPT TO MAKE FAKE PAINTINGS I'M GONNA USURP THE THRONE.

WGAT?? @colloquialist.bsky.social
I'm Wsexual 😼

MY FEATHERS ART SO RUFFLED I AM DRINKING THE HOT COCOA I WAS CONSERVING FOR REWARD.

I HAVE BEEN TOSSED THROUGH A THOUSAND HELLS, EACH ONE WORSE THAN THE LAST. MY TECHNOLOGICAL PROWESS IS LACKING AND IT IS DRAINING ME OF ALL MY REMAINING PATIENCE. NO GAMES OF EPIC PROPORTION, I DO NOT WANT TO GIVE YOU MY TRADE SECRETS, I WANT TO PUPPET AROUND A DIGITAL STATUE OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG.

SALUTATIONS MY LOYAL SUBJECTS. I HAVE ACHIEVED MY FIRST MAIN ROLE IN A PLAY AND THUS I MUST POUR ALL FOCUS AND EYES UNTO IT. PRAISE WILL NOT BE MANDATED AS I AM QUITE BENEVOLENT, BUT THOUST UNDERLINGS MAY FEAST UPON MY SUCCESS AND OTHER ENDEAVORS.

I CAN BREATHE. THIS IS MAGNIFICENT. HOORAHH!!

IT IS LIFTING. I CAN NOW BREATHE. THE SUFFOCATION WAS MERELY TEMPORARY AND I MAY NOW CLOSE MY FACE. I MAY BID FAREWELL TO SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.

THE MAD SKELETON IS FORCING MY HAND TO SKETCH HIM IN RUIN OF OTHER NOTES. ONCE IT'S HEARD, IT CANNOT BE UNDONE. HIS FIRST FOUR NOTES, THE ONE'S WE HAVE COME TO KNOW ARE BUT FEW OF THE CORE ELEVEN. THIS SHALL BE AN INEVITABLE RESULT, HOWEVER, THIS QUEST IS MINE TO BEGIN.

THE FATE OF ALL SHAKESPEAREAN INSPIRED CRAFT HAS BEEN SAVED. THE CALL TO ME HAS BEEN PULLED TIL THREE DAYS TIME, SAVING THE ENTIRE VILLAGE FROM DISEASE. THE FATES HAVE ALINED AND SOON I MAY FREELY TERRORISE MY SUBJECTS WITHOUT FEEDING THE SPREAD. I, HOWEVER, MUST LIE AND TOIL IN MY CASTLE AS I AWAIT

(ROYAL SNORING)

AND AS THE NIGHT CONTINUES, I FIND MYSELF IN A SITUATION THAT MOST WOULD ADVISE REST, AND FINALLY CONSIDERING EVERY OPTION, I MAY BEGIN TO CLOSE NY EYES FOR JUST A MOMENT, AND THEN FOR LONGER

DARKNESS NOW SURROUNDS ME AS I SIT AND AWAIT THE SICKNESS TO LEAVE. I SIT IN THE COLD, WITHOUT THE WARMTH OF THE COVERS AND STRANDED IN A SEA OF THE BATTLEFIELD THAT IS MYSELF. THE DARKNESS MAY BE GRAND, BUT IT'LL CLEAR SOON, EVEN IF MY SOLDIERS ARE SLOWER, THE PATH MAY LIGHT, EVEN WITHOUT SLUMBER.

DOTH MY EYES DECIEVE ME?? THE LIGHT IS DIMMING TO A LOW AND THE SHADOWS BEGIN TO CLIMB AND GROW, AS WHAT I'VE COME TO KNOW MAY BE FANTASY. THE LIGHT AMONG MY SOUL MAY ATTEMPT THE COLD FOR THE TRUTH AND THE VOWS I'VE MADE, I MUSTN'T FORGET, AS MY PHONE IS NEAR OUT OF BATTERY HELF AAAAA

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I MAY EMERGE FROM MY FABRICY, SLIME FILLED DUNGEON WITHIN THE NEXT THREE SUPPERS, FOR I HAVE NO USE FOR A NURSE, AS I HAVE NEAR REBUILT MY CONDITION, AND WILL SOON VENTURE OUT PAST THE WALLS OF TREES SURROUNDING MY HOLDING PLACE. THE LOCAL VILLAGE MAY WITNESS MY TYRANNY.

YEEHAWWWW MATEYSSS

She should be hanged for this

What's up my fellow whore smoochers🤑🤑🤑🤑

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