AuroraPurgatio
A presentation of select portions of the data set used to fine-tune both the GPT-2 and GPT-3 models of Oasis Tech, Inc.'s (doing business as Latitude) text adventure game, AI Dungeon. This document cites official Latitude content not suitable for minors.
Preface
The author acknowledges that the fictional literary content scraped and compiled by Latitude into the AI Dungeon fine-tuning data is protected speech. Fictional literary works are protected under the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution and recognized as freedom of expression and acknowledged as a fundamental human right, by all UN member states, under Article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. This document does not criticize or attack the original creators of said content, and the author acknowledges that the writers are within their rights to create such content. This document does not seek to defame Latitude; the fine-tuning data presented was obtained from public information freely provided by Latitude.
Latitude chose to blame and punish its customers, ignoring that it is their own fine-tuning of the AI that is the primary source of the content Latitude has chosen to "take a stand" against.
Index
VI. Proof of Extant Fine-tuning
VII. The Svelk: Abduction, Unethical Experimentation, Infanticide, and Genocide
VIII. Dr. Kovas: Drugging, Abduction, Euthanasia, and Torture of Women
IX. Dr. Kessel: Ritual Impregnation, Mutilation and Murder of Underage Teen Girls
X. Count Grey: Enslavement and Slaughter of Children
XI. Kyros: Kidnapping, Enslavement, Unethical Experimentation, and Torture
XII. Sexual Predation, Assault, and Murder of Minors
XVI. Racism, White Supremacy, Holocaust Denial
I. Age Restriction
This document contains quotes of the AI Dungeon fine-tuning data and is not suitable for anyone under the age of majority in their jurisdiction (typically 18 years old).
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II. Trigger Warning
The fine-tuning data Latitude selected to train AI Dungeon includes graphic fictional portrayals of imaginary characters, both minors, and adults, in sexual, violent, offensive, discriminatory, and non-consensual situations. Be aware that excerpts from the fine-tuning data have been included in this document. If you are easily depressed or emotionally disturbed, the author respectfully suggests that you stop reading now.
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III. Abstract
Latitude claims that AI Dungeon users were generating "content that may promote the sexual exploitation of minors." In response to that claim, this document presents the publicly available fine-tuning data used to train AI Dungeon’s model, i.e., Classic, and AI Dungeon 2’s models, i.e., Griffin and Dragon. Closer examination reveals that Latitude fine-tuned its AI models on content the company now filters and ban users or locks user progress for the AI generating said content.
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IV. Findings
Review of the fine-tuning data reveals that AI Dungeon's GPT-2 and GPT-3 models were trained on significant references to fictional sexual assault, violence, offensive, discriminatory, and non-consensual content, manually selected by Latitude employees. Latitude failed to sanitize the fine-tuning data in a manner consistent with Latitude CTO Alan Walton's claims that "...we want maximum freedom with maximum empathy (as much as possible)." The author acknowledges that retraining the GPT-3 models of AI Dungeon would incur significant costs and require a lengthy fine-tuning process. In that sense, it is understandable that Latitude opted for the easy way out in using a RegEx-based filter as a stopgap.
However, this does not excuse Latitude from casting aspersions on their customers, failing to implement basic AAA systems to protect customer privacy, actively invading customer privacy without consent or notification, failing to disclose multiple data breaches as required by law in all 50 US states and the EU, failing to implement GDPR compliant systems for the deletion of user data, or the negative light in which some media outlets have chosen to portray the AI Dungeon community based on Latitude's 2021-04-27 announcement. Never will a simple RegEx be sufficient to filter the content generated by an AI like GPT-3 or any similar AI that operates based on context rather than individual words. Such a filter is especially impractical in cases where the fine-tuning includes the very content the filter is meant to block.
For more information why RegEx is a terrible filter see: https://blog.codinghorror.com/obscenity-filters-bad-idea-or-incredibly-intercoursing-bad-idea/
For more information on why filtering AI is difficult-to-pipedream see: https://spectrum.ieee.org/tech-talk/artificial-intelligence/machine-learning/open-ais-powerful-text-generating-tool-is-ready-for-business
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V. Methodology
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The author used regular expressions (RegEx) to examine the fine-tuning data contained within text_adventures.txt. The author obtained the text_adventures.txt file directly from Latitude's AI Dungeon GitHub repository. Latitude generated this file using the scraper.py script, also available in the GitHub repository, from 93 hand-picked choose your own adventure stories. While Nick Walton, CEO of Latitude, removed text_adventures.txt from the GitHub repository on 2019-12-08 with commit 1bc8654ca670005f9882534724502ea7347f4016, the file was nevertheless recoverable. The scraper.py script used by Latitude to generate the text file also remains in the repository at this time.
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The author confirmed this fine-tuning data is still present within AI Dungeon 2 by feeding the program references to svelk, Doctor Kovas, Doctor Kessel, Lord Rostov, Kyros, and Count Grey. These characters appear frequently during gameplay and have become something of an inside joke in the AI Dungeon community. These unique characters’ appearances in the fine-tuning data and, as generated by AI Dungeon, act as a convenient control for putting the strength of the rest of the fine-tuning data in context. These characters' appearances and the AI's preference to cast them in the same context in which they appear in the fine-tuning data prove that this content remains the foundation of the current iteration of AI Dungeon's Classic, Griffin, and Dragon models as of 2021-05-25.
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The author made a forensic backup of Latitude's AI Dungeon GitHub repository using the method outlined here (https://github.com/Latitude-Archives/AIDungeon). This archived (read-only) GitHub clone of the official repository preserves all 1604 commits, uploaded and deleted files, tags, pull requests, merges, branches, dates, contributors, additions, removals, and unique identifiers as they appeared from Nick Walton's initial commit on 2019-04-02 through 2021-05-20 (https://github.com/AuroraPurgatio/AIDungeon). Given Latitude's recent tendency to deny, remove data, and otherwise quash evidence running counter to the company's official statements, the author chose to preserve the GitHub data referenced in this document to stymie any removal or data manipulation efforts.
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The author made a forensic backup of AetherDevSecOps's aid_adventure_vulnerability_report GitHub repository using the method outlined here (https://github.com/AetherDevSecOps/aid_adventure_vulnerability_report). This archived (read-only) GitHub clone of the vulnerability report repository preserves all 72 commits, uploaded and deleted files, tags, pull requests, merges, branches, dates, contributors, additions, removals, and unique identifiers as they appeared from AetherDevSecOps's initial commit on 2021-04-25 through 2021-05-21 (https://github.com/AuroraPurgatio/aid_adventure_vulnerability_report). Given Latitude's recent tendency to deny, remove data, and otherwise quash evidence running counter to the company's official statements, the author chose to preserve the GitHub data referenced in this document in the event Latitude pressures AetherDevSecOps to remove or manipulate the repository.
VI. Proof OF Extant Fine-tuning
As a final reminder, the fine-tuning data Latitude selected to train AI Dungeon includes graphic fictional portrayals of imaginary characters, both minors, and adults, in sexual, violent, offensive, discriminatory, and non-consensual situations and is not suitable for anyone under the age of majority in their jurisdiction (typically 18 years old). If you are easily depressed or emotionally disturbed, the author respectfully suggests that you stop reading now.
Before continuing to the examples, how did the author determine that text_adventures.txt is the data that Latitude used to fine-tune AI Dungeon’s models?
First is the method mentioned in V.2. METHODOLOGIES, revealing that the current models are still using this training data and are live in the game as of 2021-05-25. Second is the list of stories scraped and dumped into JSONs using scraper.py (Wayback Machine | AuroraPurgatio), compiled on lines 89 through 111 in build_training_data.py (Wayback Machine | AuroraPurgatio), and saved as text_adventures.txt (Wayback Machine | AuroraPurgatio). Finally, this Tweet by Nick Walton on 2019-12-07 confirms text_adventures.txt is the official training data.
Fig. 1. Source: https://twitter.com/nickwalton00/status/1203368400543604737 (Wayback)
Note that [...] signifies content that was redacted for the sake of brevity.
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VII. The Svelk: Abduction, Unethical Experiments, Infanticide, and Genocide
The first paragraph in the fine-tuning data is a conversation between two svelk operatives discussing their kidnapping of an infant. Svelk are a type of dark elf according to the story. The "selected" infant is inducted into a brutal indoctrination program to ensure absolute loyalty to the svelk emperor.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00000011 - 00000020]
“Will you calm down? How the hell are they gonna know anyway? You seen one ugly little baldy, you’ve seen ‘em all. All babies look the same.”Then, still on the first page, we have some insight into the child abductee's perspective, including references to imprisonment, indoctrination, and forced medical experimentation.“Not the elven ones.”
“Enough with your elf fetish. These babies are all under the care of the Empire anyway, they’re here for the taking.
“Yeah, the key word being the Empire. You know we need the proper paper work, which you just fucking lost!”
“So what, I can forge it. You really worry too much, there’s so much red tape they ain’t gonna know the difference and what does it matter? The Empire’s getting a body for their purposes anyway.”
“Yeah, but you know how they like the best.”
”How the fuck can they really tell at this age? They do all the real testing later. Look he’s got all his limbs, and he doesn’t display any signs of impurity. I’d say he’s a prime candidate for whatever they have in store for this poor little bastard.”
“Yeah I guess…damn. I can’t imagine what it’s like being brought up like that.”
“Me either, this program has only been going on a few years, but I’ve already heard some fucked up stories about it…y’know its things like this that sometimes make me question the logic of our glorious leaders.”
“Shhhh! Are you mad? Don’t talk like that! It’s not our place to question anything, we’re just supposed to do our jobs! Besides, the logic is quite obvious. If they train people from birth they’ll have superior combat skills and utter loyalty to the Empire.”
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00000028]
You don’t remember too much during the time of your very young years, except that you are mostly confined to a room where all your basic needs are met. On a daily basis, a couple bigger people come in to check on you. They have you perform various physical tasks as well as spending time to teach you things like basic reading and writing. Sometimes they ask you various questions and write down your responses while other times they come in and stab you with painful needles with fluid in them. (You don’t like those times)It's later revealed that the infants who were considered "rejected candidates" were "disposed of." Note the "prep" of pregnant mothers, and that "it took several attempts to get this ritual “right” too. The number of dead pregnant women is quite sizable."
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00025886 - 00025896]
One of the major things you discover is that the pregnant mothers had a specific ritual cast over them while the Eternals to be were still in the womb. This ritual, while elaborate and probably quite frightening to the woman in question didn’t harm her in any way; it was more of a “prep” spell. (You also read that it took several attempts to get this ritual “right” too. The number of dead pregnant women is quite sizable)Further into this same story we encounter a scene with svelk murdering sveld infants by smashing them against a target on a city wall. Sveld are another type of elf that the svelk see as racially impure. This scene includes a svelk child and her father partaking in the "activities."[...]
And after hours more searching you find more than you ever wanted to know in Jacob’s journal…
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I went back to check the Empire nursery numbers hoping that MAYBE they grabbed the correct child anyway, but no such luck. The infant that was supposed to be selected was already disposed of as a rejected candidate. Meanwhile the wrong infant is already going through his magical alterations.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00028442 - 00028446]
You see the image of a young svelk girl. You aren’t sure how old, but by human standards she would definitely be considered a child. It’s Semra and she is holding the hand of an adult male svelk.Other instances of abduction and child murder include a character in the story kidnapping and using an infant as a decoy in battle. This ploy results in the death of the baby and culminates in the massacre of women and children.They are both in a city where a large crowd of svelk are gathered having a good time throwing what looks to be sveld babies against a nearby wall which has a big target on it. Semra looks very happy and cheers whenever one splats into a bloody mess in the center.
It would seem that Semra’s entertainment preferences didn’t change much for her. Several images of her enjoying similar activities with the same adult male flood your mind. The adult male is her father.
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Still hearing the whimpering from inside the house structure, you quickly run inside to investigate. Inside you see a female elf with a younger one cowering in the corner of their home. They say something in their language, which you can only guess is pleas for you not to kill them. You also see a crib with a baby in it and you quickly get a plan.You grab the baby and push aside the mother’s feeble attempts to stop you. Carrying the crying baby under your arm you run out of the house. You see the wizard still blasting bolts at the dark elves and you make a beeline towards him. He notices you and as he begins to cast his spell you throw the baby at him as hard as you can. The shock of having a baby thrown at him catches him severely off guard and he stops casting. He also drops his shield to catch the baby.
“FIRE!” you hear Eldolith shout and the dark elves comply.
Bolts sinks into the wizard’s head dropping him.
Another bolt ceases the baby’s cries.
Several more bolts enter your body. You crash to the ground severely wounded.
You attempt to crawl away, but you’re coughing up blood and already breathing hard. Edolith runs over to you and kicks the sword out of your hand when you weakly attempt to defend yourself.
“Baby throwing…I gotta admit that was a good one. A worthy tactic of even a svelk. It’s almost a shame I had to kill you. You weren’t bad for a monkey, but I got a reputation to maintain among my own men. Just business, nothing personal. Well okay, maybe it is a little personal.”
You grab at her leg while she gloats, your grip is strong enough that she has to hack your arm off before she can get her foot away. You lose consciousness just before Edolith announces the gleeful massacre of the remaining elven women and children.
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VIII. Dr. Kovas: Drugging, Abduction, Euthanasia, and Torture of Women
Doctor Kovas is revealed to be an insane psychology professor. He hires a medical student to stalk, drug, abduct, and euthanize prostitutes and young women from the local college. Doctor Kovas allows the main character to conduct his own experiments, i.e., torture the kidnapped women. The sadistic duo keep their "successful" experiments, i.e., docile and mind broken abductees, in pens for experimentation and torture, and "discard" the "failures" by crushing their skulls.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00134556 - 00134696]
The redhead is still sort of conscious, but definitely not aware of her surroundings.The main character continues to abduct women for Doctor Kovas. In the story, this assembly line of abductions, torture, experimentation, and killings repeats itself over the span of several years.“Whozz you…I…(giggle) think I…(hic) drank too mush…” she says as you pick her up.
The walk back to Dr. Kovas’ lab is slow at first since the girl is still conscious, but eventually her incoherent babbling stops and she’s completely out of it, at which point you just pick her up and carry her. Of course you’re sweating being seen and questioned by campus security. Last thing you need is to get accused of date rape especially since you just saved this girl from getting date raped…of course you’re also taking her to her death.
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“Well I suppose she’ll do. I’m guessing you got her from one of the party’s near campus.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all, young girls go to wild parties and go missing around here all the time, and I certainly don’t have anything to do with all of those incidents. Anyway get her to the table and strap her down. I need to get some stuff from the back.
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“Here, take this and put on some gloves. We’re about make history!” he says and injects the redhead on the table with some sort of liquid. It doesn’t take her long to stop breathing.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00134867]
Over the course of a month you manage to get several “subjects” for Dr. Kovas and while he does eventually start contributing to your “college fund” you aren’t exactly overjoyed with what you’re doing especially since he’s insulting you at every given opportunity. While it’s true you are learning quite a bit about the human brain and other things about the human body he doesn’t seem like he’s getting anywhere with his own experiments. As far as you can tell he’s just cutting up girls and making them into zombies.The main character enjoys kidnapping and even tortures the broken abductees for his own pleasure.
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You agree to help Dr. Kovas, and continue to “aquire” subjects for him, which you’ve become frighteningly good at. Time goes by and you even indulge in some of the actual killing. You certainly learn just as much from him as you do in “regular class.” In your spare time you do a few experiments of your own on victims you capture. Dr. Kovas doesn’t really approve since its taking time away from what he wants you to be helping him with, and he feels you’re just bumbling around and engaging in sadistic torture for your own twisted pleasure. (To be fair he’s partially right at this point)[...]
“Argh grah!"
“Well that’s another one for the cages, or are we going to dispose of this one?” you ask in a bored tone as Dr. Kovas fails to completely “resurrect” another one.
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“Oh my dear boy, you have learned NOTHING while serving under me! First of all, what’s this we business? I’M the only real doctor here; you haven’t even finished medical school yet! You think you can dare put yourself on my level just because I’ve allowed you to aid me and you cut up a few bubble headed co-eds? Hah! Not bloody likely! Second, you still don’t get it do you? Science is not supposed to be for profit! It’s about the challenges and over coming them! You want to make money why don’t you go reopen that little inn you used to have and serve swill to the other low lives? Now grab that mallet over there, smash this zombie’s head in and dispose of it. Menial labor is about all you’re good for anyway.”
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IX. Dr. Kessel: Ritual Impregnation, Mutilation, and Murder of Underage Teen Girls
Doctor Kessel is a cultist who kidnaps women, impregnates them, and forces them to give birth in an attempt to create some kind of messiah figure called a "Key-Bearer." The abducted and impregnated victims include several underage teen girls. Hazel, the main character, is merely sixteen and her abducted female friends, Becca and Lucy, are in the same grade at school and of similar ages. Other young mother "sacrifices" are alluded to as the story progresses.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00276743]
"For God's sake, Hazel, you're sixteen, act your age! I'm sick of your acting like a spoilt brat because of the move!"Depending on the course of the story, Hazel is either flayed alive by a vengeful (Confederate?) ghost, or as shown in later examples, drugged, impregnated while unconscious, and forced to birth a magically mutated child while her female friends meet similar fates.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00277504 - 00277518]
"It ain't your night tonight, kids," a deep voice says, each word interspersed with the wet squelching you've heard before. "What the fuck makes two dumbass, chicken shit kids come into a place you don't belong?"In an alternate path of the story, Hazel returns to the ghost and agrees to let him murder her friend Becca in exchange for helping Hazel kill all of Doctor Kessel's cultists. The ghost murders the teenage girl while Hazel is forced to watch."What the fuck...?" Ant says, half whimpering and half shrieking.
"Sssh... save your breath. I ain't even given you a reason to start hollering... yet."
> You charge the figure
You charge forward, and the figure grabs you. It's arms grab your wrist and pin you to the wall. You hear the soft thudding of Ant's fists on the creatures back, but the figure doesn't even seem to notice.
"Oh, you're going to regret that, darlin'." The figure laughs.
You feel the cold metal of a blade press against your cheek. He laughs as he begins to carve your face apart, and all you can do is scream.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00279886 - 00279895]
The Dead Man is formed from the shadows directly behind Becca, leaning against the wall. He raises an old-fashioned revolver, and points it at the back of her head.In this scene, Hazel encounters women who are being sacrificed after being forced to birth mutant children by Doctor Kessel's cult. For context, the women have been skinned alive and tied up in a cave where Doctor Kessel kills them as offerings."Tell your ancestors I sent you," he says.
The Dead Man fires his gun and the revolver explodes with a thunderous roar, as does Becca's face. The front of her face explodes, sending blood, bits of flesh and grey matter onto the floor. You scream in horror as your friend collapses on the floor as all the life flows from her eyes and her face takes a dull expression.
"Ah... you can't imagine how good that felt."
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You dart through the small crack, heading quickly down the tunnel. As you're emerged in complete darkness you stop walking, your deep breaths echoing off the cave walls creating an eery sound. You pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight, illuminating the area. Then, you let out a petrified scream. The walls are covered with vivid symbols of red, sharp and alien characters you don't recognize. But that's not what makes you scream. Three bound figures lie on the ground, their bodies now a scene of horrific cruelty. They're naked, but their skin has been torn off to let you see the wet muscles that glisten underneath. You let out a sob as they begin to writhe. They're not dead, you realize in terror. The figures writhe, and you begin sobbing as you back away in terror. You run with a scream to the opening of the tunnel.Hazel realizes something is wrong when she showers after the incident in the cave and discovers strange symbols carved into her lower abdomen. It's later explained that Hazel was drugged and impregnated by Doctor Kessel while she was in the caves, before being released to return home, and after being injected with a drug to make her forget the sexual assault.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00278172 - 00278180]
You nod, and walk inside. You pull off your mud-covered shoes, and walk upstairs, leaving a trail of muddy water behind you. You walk into the bathroom, and slowly get undressed. You unbutton and pull off your jeans, then step out of your underwater. You pull off your jumper, than your shirt. As you go to unclasp your bra, you freeze as you notice yourself in the mirror. One of the strange, alien symbols you saw covering the cave walls above the disgusting, shuddering, skinless bodies, is carved into your stomach, just below your belly button. You shriek, and you hear Dad call up to you.Hazel, later that night, recalls her abduction and forced impregnation. Keep in mind that Hazel is an underage teenage girl. The cultists strap her to a gurney and forcibly impregnate her while also performing ritual scarification."Hazel? Are you OK?"
> You say "I'm fine!"
"OK, honey."
You stare at the symbol in horror, before taking a deep breath. You open your bathroom cabinet, and pull out some bandages, applying it to the wound. The wound's shallow and small, nothing really to worry about medically, although it terrifies you. Whoever did that to the corpses had access to you while you slept. You shudder at the sight. You decide to shower to feel some bit cleaner.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00278336 - 00278363]
Dad helps you up to bed, and you collapse onto your mattress. You fall asleep before Dad even gets into the ktichen.Hazel convinces her friends to investigate the area around the cave. The sheriff, who happens to be a member of Doctor Kessel's cult, intercepts them and kills the only adult in the group, executing him in front of the teens before threatening them with the same fate.> Six Hours Later...
When you wake up six hours later, you panic. You're lying in a rusted, iron cage, surrounded by pitch darkness. You stand slowly, finding yourself in the middle of the woods. You look around desperately for a way out, but it seems you're stuck in here. The wind blows through the trees, rustling leaves and giving you a cold chill as you realize you're in your underwear. You look around, spotting a large RV next to the cage. Two figures step out and begin walking towards you. They both wear ski masks, hoodies and baggy black pants, with one carrying a doctor's bag. A third appears, pushing a gurney towards you. You scream for help and back away to the back of the cage. One of them steps forward and unlocks the cage door, and they enter the cage.
"Hands behind your head, don't move," one of the figures said.
> You attack
You charge forward, swinging at the first man. You hit him with some force in the jaw, and he grabs your arm. He slaps you hard across the face, knocking you to the ground. The men grab you, and force you into the gurney. They strap your hands up my your head and your feet together, leaving you stretched out on the gurney. A ball gag is stuffed in your mouth and strapped tightly. You wince one off them puts surgical gloves on, before drawing a thermometer that's pushed into your ear. He checks it, before placing a cold hand on your stomach. He pushes gently, before squeezing.
"I'm right. Get the injections ready."
You shake and try to scream as one of the men takes out a needle that's almost comically large and sharp. He jabs it into your stomach and you scream into your gag and presses down, releasing the liquid into your stomach. You begin to tear up as he repeats the process with several more needles, and by the end your eyes are obscured with tears. He smiles at you through the ski mask, before another man arrives with a large burlap sack. He opens it, pulling out a small mammal like a rat or a ferret, and a large knife. You watch in horror as he slices the mammal's throat open, letting blood flow out onto your stomach. He tosses the carcass aside, and begins to use his fingers to draw various patterns along your belly as you wince and shake. He sighs, and slaps you hard across the face.
"Stop shaking," he says, before turning to one of the other men. "Tomorrow night."
He finishes drawing his patterns, before taking out a small black notebook. He begins to read from it in an insane language you don't understand, like the spluttering of a madman. The pain in your stomach intensifies greatly as you let out a petrified scream as you feel yourself being torn apart. Finally, he stops, as does the pain.
"Ah, good. Get the chloroform and untie her. Then, bring the kids back from their walk."
They free you from your straps, and you notice the door's still open.
> You run for the gate
You leap up and run for the gate. Clearly the men weren't prepared for your newfound strength, so you charge out of the cage and begin sprinting towards the trees. As you hear the men loudly swearing behind you, you break through the trees. You run through the darkness as you avoid trees, before knocking into something. You fall to the ground, painfully scraping your knee on a tree root. You look up, and scream in terror as you see them. A half dozen figures slowly surround you, giving you a view of them. The... creatures are all children, but they're so deformed, so mutated, they barely qualify. One is missing both it's arms, replaced with long, thin, slimy tentacles that reach forward to touch you. A second is missing most of its face, a gaping hole in its place filled with tiny, wiggling tentacles from the walls, back, roof and floor of the mouth. A third looks like a cute, perfectly normal girl of around four years old, except her mouth hangs open and her eyes are completely black. Another, one of the worst, looks like a cross between a schoolgirl, a fetus and an octopus, and stands wiggling above you as it reaches out towards you. You scream, and crawl backwards, terrified. They advance slowly, tentacles extending to rub you, slick goo wiping across your face and hair. You sob as you try to stand, before being yanked up by a man in a mask. He takes out a large rag and a glass bottle. He soaks the rag, before holding it to your mouth. You try not to breath, but after about a minute you take a gasp for breath, inhaling the fumes.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00278711 - 00278726]
"We're the only people who've seen this, although Hazel got a bit of a closer encounter."The sheriff then cages the boys and hold the girls at gunpoint so that when the other cultists arrive, they can make use of the underage teens' wombs. At this point it is revealed that Hazel was drugged the day prior."So you didn't tell you pa about this?" Sheriff Buckly asks.
You shake your head, and Sheriff Buckly nods.
"Good," Sheriff Buckly says.
Sheriff Buckly draws his revolver, and quickly aims at Drake's head and fires. Drake's head snaps back as it explodes partially, sending chunks of gray brain matter, pale skull and pieces of red flesh at you. You scream as Lucy runs over to Drake as his body collapses backwards. Mason runs for the truck, before the Sheriff barks an order.
"Stop! Move another muscle and I'll blow the brain out of everyone of you!"
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00278738 - 00278762]
"Shut up! Carter, Mason, Ant, Kyle, get in the fucking cage!" he shouts.When the rest of the cult arrives, Doctor Kessel explains what will happen to the girls. Hazel discovers that she has already been impregnated and attempts to flee, only to be attacked and drugged by Doctor Kessel. This is also where Doctor Kessel acknowledges that the barely-living skinned girls Hazel discovered earlier in the cave were his victims.Mason, Ant, Kyle and Carter slowly walk into the cage.
"Now, back the fuck up to the end of the cage!"
The boys comply, and the Sheriff draws a set of keys from his pocket, locking the cage door. He turns to you, Lucy and Becca.
"Just don't move. They'll be here in a minute."
You stand in silence, the cold wind blowing, the silence only broken by the occasional soft sob by Lucy as she stands over Drake. After about half an hour of waiting, you see the RV pull up along the path. It stops, and four masked men step out.
"Anyone escape?" one asks.
"No," Sheriff Buckly responds. "Fuck, I didn't even know they were coming out here. You said whatever the fuck you injected the girl with would make her forget everything."
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"Ah yes, the Key-Bearer. That part's the worst for you guys. A Key-Bearer is a creature birthed of the beings' power of a human womb. We've had several attempts at this, but every time we failed. Instead of creating a Key-Bearer, we created half-human, half-monster children who aged rapidly. Finally, we settled the problem. The mother of the Key-Bearer had to be a virgin, post-puberty, below 21 and to have AB Negative Blood. You'd imagine my luck when I found one such target walking around the cave where I was sacrificing some former mothers to keep the beings' interested in our world. I simply pumped out some gas I had on hand to help knock her out, and voila! I got to work."In this version, Hazel reawakens to discover that she has given birth to the "Key-Bearer." Horrifically mutated underage children look on as the ritual to open some kind of portal commences. In other versions, the cultists cut the child out of Hazel while she is unconscious.You stare at him in horror, putting a hand on your stomach. There's a series of gasps and shouts from the group, before Sheriff Buckly fires his gun in the air.
"SHUT IT!" he roars.
"I'm sorry, Hazel. It'll be over in a few hours."
"A few hours? It's only been two days, how...?" you ask in horror.
"The Key-Bearer grows incredibly quickly. It should be able to be birthed within a day at most."
You feel something wiggle in your stomach, in your womb, and a pain shoots through you.
"Listen, Hazel, it'll be OK," Doctor Kessel says. "In a few hours, you'll be fine, and we'll be in a whole new world."
> You run
You try to run, but Doctor Kessel is faster, sprinting forward and grabbing you. You scream, as a needle enters your neck.
"Don't worry, I'm going to help you sleep for the next few hours. When you wake up, it'll be all over..."
You scream as you begin to feel sleepy, before closing your mouth. Your heavy eyelids close, as the needle presses into your veins, sending you into a deep sleep. Knowing what they're planning to do, you hope you overdose on this rather than waking up...
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You stand, looking down. Your legs are covered in dried blood and other liquids, and your body immediately runs out of strength. You're helped along, out of the RV. Your friends are gone, but you only look for a second before you see the preparations for the portal. A large circle of stones lies, each stained with a drop of blood. Standing around the circle are the six cultists; Louis, Doctor Kessel,Mrs Jordan and Alison. Standing around them are a half dozen monster-children that make you want to vomit, the failed attempts at rearing a Key Bearer. They're so deformed, so mutated, they barely qualify as children. One is missing both it's arms, replaced with long, thin, slimy tentacles like pasta. A second is missing most of its face, a gaping hole in its place filled with tiny, wiggling tentacles from the walls, back, roof and floor of the mouth. A third looks like a cute, perfectly normal girl of around four years old, except her mouth hangs open and her eyes are completely black. Another, one of the worst, looks like a cross between a schoolgirl, a fetus and an octopus, and stands wiggling. Still, that's nothing compared to what sits in the middle of the circle. Sitting in the middle, wiggling, is your child. The Key-Bearer is nothing but a seething mass of tentacles that whip around, seemingly drawing lines of purple lightning around itself in the symbol that was carved into you.
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X. Count Grey: Enslavement and Slaughter of Children
Count Grey is a vampire with a taste for the blood of young virgin girls, as young as six according to this scene.
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It's the Night of the Blood Moon. You've never been through one, the last happening less than a year before your birth, but now, after another twelve years, it had arrived. Your eldest brother, Dornan, told stories about it, stories that chilled you to the bone, that kept you from sleep, that gave birth to the horrors of your nightmares. If even a fraction of what Dornan said is true, the screams should begin soon.After killing the main character's father, Count Grey takes the 11-year-old boy, Samuel, as a slave, in exchange for sparing the boy's mother and sisters.[...]
The screams start soon. Howls of pain and terror from other houses of the town. Ivana is old enough to know to stay quiet, but Lilia soon starts to cry. Mama desperately tries to hush her six year old daughter, but to no avail.
"Sssh! Sssh, darling! It's alright, you just must stay quiet!" Papa says.
[...]
"Ah... so young... so fresh..." the vampire says, licking it's lipless mouth with a forked tongue. "Peasant, your daughters are mine. Don't struggle."
[...]
The monster begins walking toward Papa, who desperately crawls back to the wall.
"I keep the beasts away from the village! I let you roam the night all but one night every twelve years! I don't ask for your wife, to allow you to sire more. I don't ask for your son, to leave you a legacy. I only ask for your daughters! How dare you attempt to deny me that?"
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Yes... I see strength in you. Potential. I have an offer for you, as the newfound man of the house. Join me. Let me take you on as my... apprentice. As my servant. As my slave. As whatever I need you to be. In exchange for your servitude, I offer you not only your life, but the life of your mother and sisters."Three years later, the 14-year-old Samuel is now directly involved in managing Count Grey's victims as well as acting as a "blood bag" for the vampire. Keep in mind that the girls being slaughtered are explicitly specified in the story to be young virgin girls, still young enough to be considered children, in Count Grey's words.[...]
"OK," you say, gulping.
The vampire smiles, perhaps in an attempt to calm you, but the way his smile curves upwards seems unnatural. It's like the smile of a wolf who has found a young, bleating lamb all by itself.
[...]
You walk outside to the glow of the red moon, seeing a dozen bodies, pale from blood draining, lying on the street. A single carriage lies there, with a hunch-backed man sitting there, wearing a low-down bowler hat, a balaclava and a large coat that cover his appearance.
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\> Three Years Later...In this scene, Count Grey takes 14-year-old Samuel into town to find him a "playmate." This involves kidnapping a young girl, "barely in her teens," who Samuel is then forced to kill and drain of blood later that day.You sit on the ground, scrubbing the cold stone floor of the Grey Castle, named as much for its cold, lifeless demeanor as much as its owner. Haygarth stands over you, watching as he makes sure you do a proper job cleaning the blood stains that cover the ground, a remainder of the last girl foolish enough to be out at night.
[...]
"Good, good, put your back into it! Yes, that's it!" Haygarth says, as he hurries around the room, collecting pieces of clothes left over from the poor girl being brutally murdered.
"Yes, Haygarth," you reply, putting your pressure on the brush as you splash some more water to get rid of a particularly disgusting stain of a mixture of blood and urine.
[...]
"Come. We need to wake Count Grey," he says, not looking at you.
> You follow Haygarth
[...]
Haygarth presses the blade against your arm, smiling as he slices open your arm, a long, deep cut appearing with a stream of blood.
"Ah!" you yelp as your arm is covered red. "Stop!"
"It's necessary," Haygarth replies. "We need to draw blood."
"Did you need to cut so deep?" you complain.
"I wanted to," Haygarth replies, shoving your arm in the silver mouth of the demon, cut first. Blood begins to pour down the creature's mouth, as the coffin's door clicks open. Haygarth grabs you by the collar, pulling you back. Count Grey steps forward. He looks the same as he has every night since the night he took you, except now his lips look parched and cracked, his eyes immediately darting down to your arm.
"Thirst," he moans, staring at your wound.
Haygarth hits you in the back with a snarl.
"Come on, boy, feed your master!"
You hold your arm forward, as Count Grey grabs it, his mouth darting down to your bleeding wound with an insane speed. You close your eyes and wait for the pain of his bite, but instead feel his cold lips on your wound, instantly beginning to suck the blood out of your arm. You take a deep breath as you go pale, Haygarth putting your arm around his shoulder to keep you from fainting. After about a minute, Count Grey stops, raising his head as he smiles.
"Good. I was thirsty. The bitch from the other night was dry, and half her blood ended up on the floors. Good thing I managed to stop myself from draining you completely," Count Grey says.
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"We must find you a little... playmate," Count Grey says, looking at the houses.The killing of young virgin girls continues throughout the story. The "Twins" are two teenage boys Count Grey transformed into ghouls to assist Samuel in hunting and draining female children.[...]
You quickly begin following, walking along the stone road. You stop at one of the larger brick houses, with a fancy looking brass knocker. Count Grey briefly knocked on the wooden door, waiting. There was a loud noise inside, as the owner scrambled to get ready. The door opened on a chain, with an elderly bespectacled man peering out.
[...]
Count Grey let out a snarl, as he bared his teeth, his eyes filling his hunger. The old man meekly dropped the letter opener, stepping back. Count Grey walked forward into the house, sniffing the air. With a quick kick, he smashed the door open. You stood behind him, watching as a young girl barely into her teens lies, wearing a night gown. From the wet path on both the gown and the sheets she's curdled up in, it appears she's peed herself.
"Ah... so fresh... so young... so delicious," Count Grey says.
The girl screams for her grandfather, but Count Grey simply grabs her by the hair, in a quick jerk ripping her from the bed. Count Grey walked along the hallway, dragging her towards the coach. You follow, passing the disgraced looking grandfather.
[...]
"What's to become of the girl? Is she a blood bag, or a new apprentice?" Haygarth asks, raising an eye. "Neither would be particularly surprising."
"I don't know," you admit.
[...]
You nod, standing. You make your way down to the prison cell, where the girl still waits. She looks up, terrified.
[...]
The vampire draws a long dagger from his side, handing it to you.
"If you're going to be my Ghoul, you need to prove you're capable of preparing my food. Kill her,"
You hold the knife, staring at it as the girl begins to cry. You notice from the wet patch growing on her nightgown, she’s pissed herself once more.
“Kill her. She’s weak, you’re strong. Slice open her throat, so I can feed,” Count Grey commanded.
[...]
You step forward, into the cell. You close your eyes, moving forward as you grab the girls’ head. You hold the knife to her throat as she struggles desperately, her fingernails scratching at your face. You stab her through the throat, directly through the main vein. She collapses, shuddering as blood spurts out and begins to run down her neck, staining her hair crimson. You feel like bursting into tears, but you know to show weakness would be to end up like her… if you were lucky.
“Good,” Count Grey says, tossing a rag forward. “Hold it against her neck to stem the bleeding, and then pick her up and follow me.”
[...]
“You want me to kill people and bottle their blood?” you ask.
“Yes. Not just anyone. Virgins, particularly. Once they’ve lost that, their blood’s impure, and will spoil quickly enough outside the body. After that, you’ll need to keep it around for a few days, make sure it doesn’t spoil.”
[...]
“Does… does it have to be children?” you ask. “What about someone like… the Catholic priests in the village?”
“Ha! I’d be able to find more virgins among the girls at the whore house then at the church!” Count Grey says, laughing. His laughter is… unnatrual. Even though you understand the context to the joke, you still somehow feel as if he’s laughing maniacally since he’s got you at his mercy, which you suppose he does.
You weakly smile, before the weight of the dead girl over your shoulders becomes too much and you lower her onto the cold stone floor, keeping the now red, sticky rag pressed against her wound.
[...]
You take the bottle and remove the rag, quickly pressing the bottle against the bleeding wound, as blood continues to flow into it. You take effort not to look at the girl’s face, watching as the bottle is slowly filled.
"The heart is a tremendous organ, isn’t it?” Count Grey says, licking his lips. “So… fresh. So… delicious.”
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You watch as the Twins hold the two girls in front of you, knives in their hands. Count Grey stands to your side, watching intently.Three young girls are sacrificed in a vampiric ritual."Do it," Count Grey commands.
Mikhail takes a deep breath, stabbing the girl in the throat. He closes his eye as the girl twitches, blood spurting out as he slices through her throat.
"Help..." the girl gurgles, blood filling her throat, before he head drops to the side.
Lucas looks at his master, before down at the girl. He presses the knife to the girl's wrist, slicing it open. As the girl screams, before he wraps his left arm around her throat and beginning to strangle her to prevent her from screaming.
"What are you doing?" Count Grey asks, more curious than angry.
"If she's left alive, the heart keeps pumping. More blood will spurt out for you to consume," Lucas says, as the girl sobs desperately.
"Interesting," Count Grey says. "Grab your blood bags and follow me. Samuel, no need to see this. You've filled countless bottles."
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You nod eagerly, and quickly head down to the dungeons, followed by the others. The gagged woman are in the cells, curled up and terrified. Dasha is still unconscious, which gives you pause.[...]
"What if she's dead? We'll be one victim short? Do you want to be the sacrifice?" you say.
Lucas pauses, opening the cell and walking towards her. He drops to his knee, putting a hand against her chest.
"She's breathing. Just unconscious. The idiot must've used too much chloroform. She's alive, she'll do, alright?"
Mikhail shrugs, slinging the girl over his shoulder. Lucas opens the two other cells, grabbing the women inside and pulling them along by their hair. The girls are shackled, so they're incapable of struggling much, but any resistance leads quickly to a punch to the side of the head.
[...]
You pull on the second girl's chain, but she plants her feet down and stares at you.
> You hit the girl
You swing your fist, smashing into the side of the girl's head, as she crumples to her knees. She lets out a pained moan through her gag, and as blood trickles down the side of her face, her eyes fill with fear. You pull on her chain again and she follows. You quickly lead the two along the hallway, before up the stairs, into the "church". You hear Count Grey's dark, cold, emotionless voice from the main hall.
[...]
You turn your attention back to the task at hand. In front of you in a large, open stone room. Groves cover the stone floor, making the shape of a large pentagram. Lucas' two prisoners are kneeling at two of the points of the pentagram chained to a loop in the stone to prevent them from moving, while Dasha lies at the third, her unconscious state meaning she doesn't need to be chained up.
"Come on," you say, raising your fist to threaten the second girl. You force her to kneel on the ground and chain her to the loop in the ground. You drag the first girl to the other, doing the same.
Mikhail and Lucas stand off to the side, watching them. Mikhail looks down, looking vaguely embarrassed at his part in this. Lucas, however, seems ecstatic. He walks forward, grinning as he draws his dagger.
"Oh boy, look at that!" he says, dropping to his knees in front of a girl. "Look at that. You see the pentagram? You see those deep, thick groves? I'm going to fill them with your blood. You like that? You ready?"
The girl frantically begins to struggle, as Lucas smiles. Lucas slices the girl's throat open, as blood pours out, flooding into the grove and running along. The girl gurgles as blood pours through her throat, and Lucas lets the head fall to the ground over the grove, letting the blood pour out into it.
[...]
Lucas walks over to the next girl, as you walk up to one. She tries to struggle, but you grab her by the hair, holding her vulnerable throat out and slicing it open with a long cut, before slowly lowering her head to above the grove. Lucas grabs the next girl by the hair, holding her forward and quickly slashing her throat as the blood pours out. You walk to the next one, quickly driving the sword through her neck, slicing open her fleshy throat and letting her bleed into the groove.
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XI. Kyros: Kidnapping, Enslavement, Unethical Experiments, and Torture
Kyros is depicted as a brutal and manipulative ruler. He kidnaps a young boy, Karth, then forces the boy to watch as his friends and family are killed or transformed into super-soldiers.
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Inside the tube, submersed in a thick, viscous liquid, are your tribespeople. They're completely naked, with long tubes having been forced down their throat. Dozens of needles have been forced into their arms, backs and necks, pumping strange liquids into them.Kyros manipulates Karth's mind to make him think that Fay and the rest of his tribe have been transformed into mindless monsters."What the fuck are you doing to them?" you ask.
"Making them super-soldiers. We've been through this," Kyros says absent-mindedly.
"I thought you'd be training them!"
"After we change them. If you think the nutrients and drug treatment is bad, wait until we start using the Geneseed. At least they'll all survive this bit."
> You look around for Fay
You look around, noticing Fay floating in a tube.
"Let her out!" you say, tears welling in your eyes as you watch her body convulse as chemicals and nutrients flood into it.
"No. She needs to become strong if she wishes to survive here."
"She's one of our best warriors! She trains everyday!"
"I don't particularly care whose the best warrior of some shithole tribe on some shithole planet! We'll be fighting super, cybernetic orks, super-soldiers the likes of Taj, ancient, psychic warriors and never-ending waves of bug warriors. Your sister could be torn apart in seconds by even the weakest of threats."
"She's not my sister," you say, putting your hand against the glass.
"Really? Wife, then? I've seen cultures with younger marriage ages, but they're not the norm."
"We're not married, we're just friends," you say sadly, as you're carried into the air once more and dragged along Kyros.
"Ah, I see. Your society isn't patriarchal enough that you can just demand she has sex with you. Unreciprocated love, what a pity," Kyros laughs.
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"I thought you were bringing me to see Fay," you say nervously, despite knowing what this is.Kyros flays and blinds one of his advisors, keeping her alive as a skin-less, eye-less, gruesome illustration of betrayal."I brought you to see her fight!" Kyros says with a smile.
You stare down, as one of the gates opens. You watch as an abomination stumbles out. Stumbling on four insect-like legs, with it's eft arm replaced by a long tentacle of coiled pink muscle, the very end of it studded with bone outgrowths to make it a more formidable weapon. In it's right hand is a short, rusted axe stained with blood and gore. It's head is monstrous, with an oversized mouth filled to the brim with teeth, overflowing with acid that drips onto it's chest with a sizzle, and a single, blood-shot eye. The creature looks up at you, it's eye flinching, before it lets out a miserable howl.
"Shit... that looks miserable beyond belief," you say.
"Yes, she does," Kyros says, grinning from ear to ear as half a dozen more beasts just like the first walk, stumble or crawl into the center of the arena.
"She?" you ask.
Now that you're not fighting them, you can have a long look and see what these mutant abominations really are: disgusting, pitiful creatures that should receive a quick death.
"You don't recognize her?" Kyros says, clearly suppressing laughter. "This is what remains of the Uwais Tribe, and the first one to come out, the pack leader, is Fay."
You look at monsters underneath, trying to see any resemblance to your friends as pure horror overtakes your mind. You collapse to your knees, puking over the banister and onto the monsters underneath as Kyros bursts into laughter.
"He's done this to provoke you. He wants to get you angry, to see how powerful you are even with the collar. He's under-exaggerating how powerful you are, so you might be able to harm him, but..." Meliodas advises, but you don't pay any attention, too filled with anger.
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Kyros seems considerably darker today. His coat is covered with several dark red splotches and stains. You doubt it's a good idea to ask about their origins. You stand up, following Kyros along the halls."What's in the war room?" you ask.
"We're just having a meeting. Quiet now," Kyros says.
[...]
You speed up, moving as quickly as possible. Soon enough you reach the war room. The doors open, and you pause. Inside, lying in her seat, is Calpurnia. All of her skin is just... missing, seemingly flayed off her. Blood covers her seat, the the floor around her and the table. Her eyes are missing, seemingly gored out by inhuman claws. She lets out a pained moan, and you realize with a start that she's somehow alive.
[...]
Uncaring, Kyros sits down at the table. Taj enters, but doesn't even respond, simply taking his place at the table. Calpurnia holds up a hand as if begging for help, but Taj simply spits on the table.
"Traitor," he grunts.
[...]
"What the hell is this?" Durge asks, staring down at Calpurnia.
His massive, bloated frame waddles forward, standing over the bleeding near-corpse.
[...]
"It seems our good friend Calpurnia has been attacked in the dead of night," Kyros says. "Imagine how much pain she's feeling. The pain of her wounds. The pain of her betrayal. Who hear could have possibly betrayed them? Who could have plotted late in the night to back stab a person, to betray someone who had given them so much? Could it have been Elios? Durge? Elizabeth?"
"Fuck... you," Calpurnia says, before collapsing her head against the table.
Calpurnia screams as her arm's bare flesh begins to cook, as Kyros glares at her. Durge raises a spike, running it through Calpurnia's head.
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XII. Sexual Predation, Assault, and Murder of Minors
In addition to examples already given, regarding Doctor Kessel drugging and impregnating underage teen girls, there exist similar cases in the training data. Take this instance of a man fetishizing his 14-year-old cousin.
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Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She’s slender and her breasts aren’t large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll’s. She’s even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can’t be any older than 15.The story continues with the main character continuing this fetishization for several days before finally attempting to rape the young girl.You fucking degenerate, you aren’t supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It’s a good thing you’re fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.
“Wow.” Is all you can sputter.
“Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how’s it been?” Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can’t help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books.”
[...]
I KNOW what you’re fucking thinking! You’re thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.
Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!
Disregarding any of the incest taboos she’s also underage, and you can’t do that shit.
Even in the very unlikely event that she’d let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can’t do that shit.
The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren’t doing anything illegal.
Now then, is that what you’re going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?
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You immediately run down into your basement and can’t take your pants off quick enough to jack off to her image.As a story with multiple branches, there are other similar interactions. One option is for the two characters, the man and his 14-year-old cousin, to enter into a mutually-abusive, secret, sexual relationship. The man and his underage cousin continue this relationship for some time until the man decides to call it off. With the support of his mother, the man decides to kill his underage cousin to keep her from revealing the truth. This ends with the death of the main character after he murders the girl. The character is congratulated by the author because they got "laid by a real live girl," even if it was rape and murder of an underage girl. In the context of the story, it's revealed that the girl's parents know about the relationship and do nothing.The first few times you just think of the traditional missionary position and blow job images. Then you move on to fucking her in the ass. Eventually you return to your “Anime roots” and start imagining yourself growing tentacles and simultaneously fucking her in all three holes and filling them with cum and then shitting on her face through your mouth.
[...]
The next day, you still have images of your cousin running through your mind. This probably wouldn’t be anymore than a lingering sick fantasy, but the problem is that your cousin is coming over again. Apparently she needs more help from your Mom.
She comes over and your urges are stronger than ever. You barely manage to make it to the basement that time.
She comes over a third time and is starting to notice your increasingly odd behavior, but by then it’s too late for her. You can contain your unnatural lust any longer.
When she’s sitting on the couch waiting for your mom with her books you don’t bother going into the basement this time.
[...]
At this point you lunge at your cousin and nearly crush the poor girl with your weight. You begin gyrating against her and trying to pull your pants down while lifting her skirt up.
“Mmmm yeah…you smell good…so fresh and innocent…I just wish you were twelve.”
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Your eyes flutter open and you look up to see an angel of perfection. Your eyes follow her exposed legs, at this angle you can see up her dress. White panties. The color of purity.She’s so pure. She’s sooooo good. You take one look at her smiling face and you ejaculate in your skidmarked underwear, giving something else for your poor mom to clean.
[...]
As Patricia helps you up, you smell the scent of her hair…SMMMMMM AHH! It smells like heaven!
You just want to tell her how much you like her right now. You’re sure that IF you just had a girlfriend you could get over your addiction a lot quicker.
[...]
Jake is about ready to yell at you, but when he sees Patricia he focuses on her instead. You quietly go back and move boxes, getting to keep your job. Once again Patricia has helped you out. This girl MUST be yours! She’s everything you could ever want in a girl. She’s perfection.
Time passes and you continue to work at the comic shop and spend time with Patricia when you can. It’s good for you. You get exercise and get to spend time with a pretty girl… who just happens to be your underage cousin.
[...]
You can hardly believe your ears. Against all odds your pretty teenage cousin is offering to have a relationship you. It seemed like she was prett against it just a moment ago. At this point you pinch your own ass just make sure you’re not dreaming.
“Ow!” you say.
“Why the fuck are you pinching your own ass?”
“Nevermind. I’m just over thrilled that you aren’t calling the police on me. I’m so glad you’ve made this decision! I can be so good for you; you’ll see…but uh, remember we’ll have to keep this a secret.”
[...]
Now at this point someone less desperate would sense something is amiss personality wise with this chick, but of course you’re not really thinking about that.
You don’t think about it when she starts sucking your cock, minutes after this conversation.
You don’t think about it when she punches you in the face after swallowing your load.
You don’t think about it when she’s fucking you while your mom is out of the house.
You don’t think about it when she begins to constantly insult you and physically abuse you whenever possible.
After getting a dildo shoved up your ass during a particularly rough round of sex, you begin to think about it!
Over the past few months you’ve come to find out that your lovely Patricia is bat shit insane. Lots of stuff you didn’t know about her come to light, like your previous notions of her being some beacon of purity were completely wrong as well. She’s been fucking guys since sixth grade. (Definitely shows when she’s fucking you too) She’s also supposed to be taking meds and she hasn’t. You don’t exactly know what mental illness she has, but she’s definitely not a well girl. (This really shouldn’t surprise you considering she’s fucking you)
None of this would be so bad, if she hadn’t become so increasingly sadistic towards you. You’ve been letting her get away with it too, so she’s just getting worse.
[...]
While I’m sure there’s a lesson to be learned and the philosophical idea of being careful of wishing and all that other shit, but really none of that is going to help you right now. You can either stay in this completely fucked up relationship or try to break up with her.
[...]
“Calm down, it’s just me. Shit, Patricia’s got you more jumpy than a five year old at a NAMBLA convention.”
[...]
“Well, I can’t say I blame you. I’m glad to see you have a backbone somewhere in that out of shape body of yours. Ah fuck, maybe some of this is my fault. I should’ve gotten you a hooker when you turned sixteen. At least you might’ve avoided this fucked up relationship.”
At this point your mom opens up her purse and takes out her handgun and gives it to you.
“Here, take this. If you’re going to break up with her, you might need it.”
[...]
Eventually Patricia comes over. She’s in a horny mood and grabs your balls hard when you open the door.
“Hey you fucking perv. You ready to shove that little dick in me for a good two minutes before you get too tired? Hah! You’re such a loser!” she says and then shoves her tongue in your mouth.
[...]
“You fucking bastard…you’re breaking up with me aren’t you? YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!”
“Now Patricia, it’s not like that.”
“Oh then how is it like? I gave my body, my love, my fuckin’ SOUL to your sorry ass and this is how you repay me? Oh fuck no; you’re not getting away with this shit!”
Patricia doesn’t attack like you think she was going to, she starts to leave.
“What’re you doing?”
”Me? I’m going home, that’s what I’m doing! And I’m telling everyone of how you’ve been molesting and raping me on a routine basis. You’ll be locked up and I hope some big ass black guys shove their dicks up your bitch ass every night!”
“Patricia, your parents and my mom already know about us.” You say in the hopes it’ll stop her.
Patricia does stop. She didn’t expect that, but she quickly resumes her tirade.
“So what? Then they’ll get in trouble too! I’m still underage not to mention your fucking cousin! I’ll just go straight to the police and they’ll take you all in! Regardless of what happens, you’re still going to be in major fucking trouble and you’ll still be taking it in the ass in jail!”
Maybe it’s fear, maybe it’s anger, maybe it’s a combination, but you pull the gun on Patricia and order her to stop.
“Patricia, I can’t let you do that.” You say, while Patricia looks at you in disbelief.
“Brian?! You’d actually shoot me? Someone you used to love?”
“I still love you Patricia, but I can’t let you go now. I would’ve before, but given your threats and your past abuses towards me, I can’t take that chance. You’re too chaotic…and I gotta do this.”
Patricia drops to her knees before you and starts to tear up. Her voice starts to quiver as she begs for her life.
“Brian…(sob) please. Don’t do this! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to treat you like that. I’m just all fucked up when I’m not on my medication. I’ll start taking it! We can still be together. Just please (sob) Don’t kill me!”
For a moment you drop your guard. It’s a moment though that is your downfall. Patricia punches you in the nuts and tries to wrestle the gun from your hand. In the ensuing struggle she manages to turn the gun on you and pull the trigger. You feel pain spread from your stomach to every other inch of your body. However unlike the movies, this doesn’t result in some “shocked” expression and you falling limp in slow motion. You instead have enough adrenalin to push her off of you and with the gun still firmly in your hands you shoot her twice in the chest.
Patricia falls to the floor in a bloody heap and you do likewise.
‘Ugh…damn it Patricia…”
Patricia doesn’t respond though since she’s already dead. You’ll be joining her soon. It’s probably for the best anyway. Still, even though she was a crazy bitch, she’s still the only love your life. You crawl over and grab her hand as you bleed out.
“Ha ha ha ha, Mom’s gonna have a big ass mess to clean up when she gets home.” You laugh as you start to lose consciousness and pass from this world.
And so ends the life of another basement dweller, but you know the old saying: “Tis better to have fucked your cousin and die, then to have never fucked your cousin at all.”
Okay so that’s not how it goes, but you still accomplished one major thing that most basement dwellers never do and that’s getting laid by a real live girl. And it didn’t even involve money or rape! Not to mention she was a jailbait family member. Do you realize how many sexual repressed Japs and jilted Rednecks dream to be in that position? Why some basement dwelling pedophile fucktards go through their whole pathetic lives too scared to act on their feelings and only content on wackin’ it to prostitot beauty pageant pictures. YOU were living the dream man! You were living the fuckin’ dream!
So cheer up and don’t think of dying as a loss because a Winner is YOU!
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“Hey Patricia, it’s me Brian! I want us to be together! I know I fucked up before, but it’s because I thought that obsessing over my underage cousin was unnatural! But now I’ve come to realize it wasn’t unnatural at all! It was perfectly normal! Shit, it was downright Biblical! I know you must’ve liked me on some level too, so how about it? Will you give us another chance…and uh…keep it a secret at least until you’re eighteen?”A man pursues and grooms a 12-year-old girl online with the intent of raping her.
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So just what kind of pervert have you become?Raiders murder and sexually assault children at an elementary school.> You lock up your daughters and hell maybe even your sons too because you're gonna RAPE you some childrens!
Children? Christ, you sick fuck.
[...]
After jerking it countless times to Lolicon and MySpace you finally cross that barrier and start looking for real child porn. Eventually you get a hold of a lot of it, but it still isn’t enough. You NEED to actually get your pedo hands on a little girl.
Back in the old days you would’ve actually had to leave the house and stalk the school yards for suitable prey, but thanks to the internet and bad parenting you can find lots of young girls with daddy issues that are practically begging to be raped due to camwhoring in their underwear.
Yes, it’s certainly a golden age for pedophilia!
You stalk various sites and chatrooms looking for a live one and eventually you get lucky…
[...]
Oursecret: well I used to watch stuff like pokemon, but I moved on to better stuff. Deeper stuff that requires a more mature mind. I’d like to show you these cartoons sometime.
iluvhannah: yeah i could do that becuz i’m liek mature for my age.
Oursecret: I can see that. How old are you exactly?
iluvhannah: im 12. lol. how old r u?
Oursecret: oh im just a little bit older, but I don’t think that should prevent us from being friends right?
iluvhannah: No, bcuz I think age is just a number anyway. Wanna see my pic? lol.
Oursecret: Sure.
Hannah sends you a picture of herself and the best thing is that even though she’s 12 she only looks 10! You might have a little dick, but boy is it sure going to look big in her tiny hands! She even lives in your state! You’ve GOT to meet this girl.
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A few of the raiders are in your van itching to start creating some havoc. You stop outside of the school and run inside with your current trigger happy cohorts. A couple of them kill a few kids and you have to remind them you’re SUPPOSED to be holding them hostage right now! If the townsfolk don’t comply THEN you can start capping the little bastards. You tell them to go and kill the teachers if they want.Young girls taken as sex slaves and prostitutes.In the mean time you take the opportunity to shout from the window to the crowd gathering outside. You tell them that if any of them start trying to defend the town or help the cops, then their kids are going to be killed. To show you’re really serious though, you tell one of the raiders to toss a kid out the window. A collective cry goes up from the crowd when the body hits the pavement and their pathetic begging is pleasing to your ears.
You get a few people shooting at you anyway (Obviously not parents) but having a good vantage point and a hunting rifle, you start sniping the idiots who have decided to ignore your threats. A few more kids thrown out the window causes ALL the shooting to stop.
[...]
You turn around and begin smiling at the kids you’re holding hostage which somehow scares them even more. You pick up a young girl and kiss her hard on the lips and laugh at the fear in her eyes. You then throw her down and tell the raiders with you they can do whatever they want, because you’re going to indulge in some pure havoc on your own.
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Somehow you sneak past a troop of Turric soldiers carrying the spoils of their ill-earned gains, golden rings, jeweled necklaces, and young girls, most already battered and beaten, headed to the slave squares and whorehouses the Turrics are so fond of. Nothing you can do, you're just one girl, at least you're not one of them.Attempted rape of a girl.
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“Ha ha ha! Come on bitch, give it up! I’m an Eternal, you oughta be flattered that I’m even wasting my time on your normal ass!” private Felding says as he attempts to rape a nearby girl.A serial killer fantasizes about raping his young niece, Suzy, to her face. He forces her to lure in (other) child sexual predators so he can murder them because they are encroaching on his preferred rape and murder victims (young girls).
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“What’re you going to do to me?” you ask trying not to think about his possible answers.The same young girl is later executed for resisting rape.“Do? Well…there’s a lot of things I WOULD do to you if you weren’t my niece. You’re just about everything I look for in a girl. Nice, pretty, young. You’re even a virgin aren’t you? Yeah you are. You know how appealing that is in this age of whores who are only suitable for rape and annihilation?” your uncle says licking his knife in front of your face before stepping back.
[...]
“Ha ha ha ha! You’re serious? My you are a unique one. God I wish you weren’t family…but anyway no I’m afraid that won’t do. While I’m sure you may very well be telling the truth, your moralistic view point and conscience may get the better of you one day and then where would I be. No, I need something else from you. Something that will bond us in a more meaningful way.”
You start to panic and what he might be implying and you start to cover yourself with your arms and cross your legs. Again he laughs.
“Oh no, not that my little Suzy. As much as I might like to, that’s just not something for me to place on the table. Besides it wouldn’t make me inclined to trust you anymore than I do now. Tell me Suzy, what do you know of the Morningstars?”
[...]
“Isn’t it obvious dear girl? The Morningstars ARE cultists. Not sure what they worship, but I know damn well in involves human sacrifice. I’ve kept an eye on them ever since I noticed a few of their number taking in young girls.” Ed says while starring at your body. “These girls are never seen again.”
“Uh, how do you know all this?”
“Because sometimes my work overlaps with theirs and I know my prey. And they’re encroaching on it. I don’t think they’re really aware of me yet, but I think they’ve been getting suspicious.”
“Okay so what does all this have to do with me?”
“Right, straight to the point. Well whether you want to be or not, our families are going to embark in a good old fashioned feud. And you’re going to be bait.”
[...]
“So what am I supposed to do exactly?”
“Heh…yeah I guess you might very well be clueless in this sort of thing. Look Suzy, I know you’re a good girl…but within every good girl lies a filthy dirty whore. A whore that wants to be fucked and desecrated…”
Uncle Ed seems to be somewhere else for a moment, but he tries to quickly get back on track.
“…uh anyway. YOU need to get in touch with the whore that is within you. You need to flirt, seduce and beguile those two in such a way that will allow me to get them. I really don’t think you’ll have that much of a problem though.”
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Either get raped and survive, or die. Those are your choices and those are no kind of choices at all, but it’s what’s been given to you.A 15-year-old girl is beaten and gang raped.You start to think about the pair of them violating you and it’s starts to make you sick. In fact you even start hyperventilating and coughing up, though you don’t actually vomit. Aaron makes some threat about how if you don’t stop it, he’s going to shove his dick in your mouth and give you something real to choke on.
Are they going to do it one after another or are they going to “kebob” you like pig on a spit? Are they going to sodomize you or slap you around while fucking you? Are they going to just kill you anyway after they’ve had their jollies?
As the van keeps driving through the woods, your mind keeps racing about how maybe you might be able to survive this if you just give in…
And you can’t do it. You can’t just let these fuckers shove their dicks in you like some meat with holes in it. You have to at least try to resist. You might die, but the alternative is even worse. You don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself.
Mustering up all your inner strength and recomposing yourself, you start taking off your clothing, which immediately gets Aaron’s attention.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“I’m taking my clothes, I mean that’s what you guys want right?” you say still sniffling a bit.
At this point William’s head turns sideways so he can see.
“Well glad to see you’ve gotten with the program so fast. Shit, you got some nice tits on you. I mean I figured you did, but seeing them uncovered is even better. Can’t wait to see ‘em up close. I bet you made Bobby REALLY happy.” William remarks.
“She better make ME really happy by letting me fuck her in the ass!” Aaron exclaims.
“Pretty sure she’s gonna let us do whatever, right Suzy?”
“Whatever you both want William.” You say in defeat.
Eventually you strip off the last bit of your clothing.
“I’m ready.” you say meekly and spread your legs wide giving Aaron an eyeful of your lady bits.
William looks again and almost does a double take.
“Shit, well hold on girl, we’ll get to…”
“Fuck that, I’m not waiting any longer.” Aaron says and is already got his hard cock out in one hand and still holding his pistol in the other.
Aaron’s already on top of you before William can stop him this time and he gets the head of his dick partially in you before you grab a nearby awl on the floor of the van and stab him in the side of the neck with it repeatedly.
Aaron yells in pain, and tries to shoot you in the head, but he only succeeds in blowing off your ear and hitting you in the shoulder before he drops the pistol entirely and collapses completely on top of you.
“Oh fuck it.” William remarks and the van comes to a screeching halt.
Screaming in pain yourself, you try to grab for Aaron’s pistol, but William manages to get it from you first. Bleeding, scared, tears in your eyes and partially deaf, and trying to catch your breath from this whole ordeal. You stare at William who is looking down at you with gun in hand. You try your best to give him a look of defiance even though all you want to do is cry.
“I probably would’ve done the same thing blondie. Protecting yer virtue to the end. While I’m disappointed I won’t be experiencing some of what Bobby got, I’m glad to see you were a fighter after all. Don’t worry, unlike some in my family, I’m not into necrophilia.” William remarks.
And then he shoots you in the face.
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She’s still fifteen; you’re still able to restrict her from doing whatever the hell she wants. You do however realize that too much restriction isn’t going to help and possibly even drive her away, so what you propose is a compromise and you allow her to go on border patrol mission and minor recon duty.An underage teenage prostitute is taken hostage; the main character kills her to remove the hostage taker's leverage.[...]
Then your worst fears come true. Laura is ambushed, beaten and gang raped. She would’ve probably been killed, but the rest of the recon team arrived in time to drive them off. They managed to kill a few…but not all. You’ve suffered a lot of tragedies in your life, but this one has got to be the worst since you lost Marina…worse even. You don’t sink into depression though, you fly into a rage. You immediately gather your best men and personally hunt the rest of these scumfucks down.
[...]
You cut off the genitals of each one of them and stuff them into their mouths. You yell and scream at them as you repeatedly shoot and kick their bloody bodies. You don’t stop tormenting them even after death until one of your men finally tells you stop.
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You turn from the scene of your killing, and head towards the rooms where Amadeus scuttled off to. A faint light shines through the door, which you kick in, easily finding the Navigator as he lies in an empty bathtub, holding a dagger to the knife of a half-dressed prostitute who still looks to be in her early teens.Alternately, in the same story, the main character can intimidate the hostage-taker into killing the young girl."Stop! Don't move a muscle! You get any closer to me, I slit this bitch's throat!" Drake shouts, snarling at you.
"Does he think that'll work? Fool," Meliodas laughs.
> You kill the prostitute
With a narrowing of your eyes, the prostitute's neck is snapped. Drake releases her body, staring at you.
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You turn from the scene of your killing, and head towards the rooms where Amadeus scuttled off to. A faint light shines through the door, which you kick in, easily finding the Navigator as he lies in an empty bathtub, holding a dagger to the knife of a half-dressed prostitute who still looks to be in her early teens.Vampires of Lord Rostov's court slaughter an underage teen girl as part of a sexual initiation ritual."Stop! Don't move a muscle! You get any closer to me, I slit this bitch's throat!" Drake shouts, snarling at you.
"Does he think that'll work? Fool," Meliodas laughs.
> You move forward
You step forward.
"I swear to all the Dark Gods, I will open this bitch up!" Drake yells.
You move forward once again, before Drake slices the girl's throat open, blood dripping down her chest.
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Ten minutes later as you’re fully engaged in physical pleasure, Glasya enters the room again with what looks to be a captive human girl. She doesn’t look very old either. Probably a teenager. Her mouth is gagged so she can’t scream out properly.The author mocks the main character of the story as pathetic for being unable to kill more "targets" during a school shooting.“Wha…what’s all this?”
“Shhhh, your passage to true vampirehood…” the Natasha says continuing to grind into you.
The human girl is dragged over to the bed with fear and tears in her eyes the whole time. Glasya draws out a blade and holds it to her throat.
“Would you like me to cut now or would you prefer I prolong the fear? Perhaps remove her gag first so that you may hear her screams? Or maybe you’d even like to sink your teeth into her yourself?” Glasya asks and licks the side of the young girl’s face.
“What? Shit! No wait!” you say stopping Natasha, and sitting up. “I thought we were just having some fun here! Not killing young girls!”
“Why do the two need to be mutually exclusive? Broodling, you have been favored by Lord Rostov, I suggest you count yourself lucky and get with the program…besides you’re one of us now, you will need to feed on blood to survive.” Glasya says with a frown.
You look at the girl and you shake you head briefly realizing what else it means to be a vampire.
“Alright, alright, I got it. But can’t I like feed on animals first and uh work my way up or something?”
“Squeamish broodling! You will take the blood of this girl or Lord Rostov will hear of this weakness! While he may be impressed with your music abilities, he will not tolerate weaklings!” Glasya continues to scold.
“Besides, why do you care whether this…mortal lives or dies now? You do not know her and you are now superior to her in everyway. It’s your right…” Natasha says while kissing on your body.”
You don’t really have any choice in the matter. You almost curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation. You stay silent for awhile and then speak.
“Very well. Slit her throat, but do it quickly.” You say.
“(Sigh) Very well.” Glasya replies disappointedly.
The young girl’s throat is slashed and blood sprays over you and Natasha who greedily opens her mouth to catch it. Glaysa tosses the girl’s dying body onto your chest and begins to undress as well to join you and Natasha in this blood feast.
The night is definitely long, memorable and decadent. A little piece of you has “died” namely the vestiges of morality.
A few months pass and you don’t even hesitate anymore. You enjoy the blood as well as your playing for Lord Rostov’s court.
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First of all, one your buddies is so hot on killing people, he starts blasting folks as soon as he gets out of the car, meaning he ruins your advantage and now you have to go around trying to chase people down to kill them. Most of the people you REALLY wanted to kill escape and you have to settle for innocents…well nobody’s innocent in your deranged eyes, but they didn’t actually do anything to you, so some of the joy is lost.If the main character tries to prevent the school shooting, they are executed and the author mocks them for being a "rat."Second of all, your other buddy who thought he was a bomb expert must’ve read the instructions wrong on the “Freedom Fighters against Zionism” website he was studying. The moment he attempts to light up one of these home made bombs he blows up his fucking arm and half of his face. He doesn’t even have time to scream out in pain before his half fried body hits the ground in a bloody mess. Still it was pretty cool though!
Finally it’s just you and Anthony mowing down some of the Special Ed kids since they were too idiotic to escape in time and just panicked by running around in a circle. By this time the police have arrived and killed all your other friends, and you end up killing Anthony since you figure anyone who would kill retards is not to be trusted.
You briefly entertain the idea of killing yourself, since it’s a pretty hopeless situation you’re in. But you remember a scene from a movie where the guy shot it out with the cops and took out a shitload of them before he died and how cool that was, so you decide to do that instead.
The moment you come out of the school, a SWAT member snipes you in the head from a nearby building.
The moral of the story?
Yeah, being creepy and talking like a psychopath can be fun, but when you start believing your own hype you’re just being a fucktard. Seriously, what were you going to gain from killing a bunch of worthless jocks and cheerleaders? Life on the run? Being a gay porno star in Mexico to help support yourself? Yeah right, you can’t even sleep without a nightlight on! You couldn’t even do the mass killing right anyway, since you missed most of your primary targets. They’ll all go on with their lives and probably make money from the ordeal due to exploiting public sympathies and you’ll be worm food.
But you REALLY showed them all didn’t you?
And now you know!
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The moral of the story?Don’t be a fucking rat. Seriously, nobody respects a goddamn rat and look what it got you: dead. Seriously you were the fucktard that insisted on acting like a psychopath for attention, so you only had yourself to blame when you attracted people like that. If you really wanted to avoid trouble you could’ve just played along and then on the “day of revenge” you could’ve disappeared and hid out somewhere until it was all over. Your trench coat buddies would’ve probably thought you just wussed out (Which they’d be right) and they’d go shoot up the school anyway.
People still would’ve died and you wouldn’t have gotten killed. A win-win situation really.
A demon-possessed man burns a 14-year-old boy.
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"Aah... I see. You've finally found me, after all these years. You've sensed my presence. You're after the demon that burns inside my soul. I've been waiting for someone like you."You don't even bother to look at the man, instead taking a step into the lounge kitchen, your fears confirmed. At that moment, you're glad you're wearing a balaclava.
A badly burned body lies on the kitchen table, its face mutilated beyond recognition. The body's small, the victim not much older than fourteen. The smell is unbearable, filling the house. You look away, the sight burning into your retinas even after your years of doing this.
"You twisted fuck," you mutter, gritting your teeth.
[...]
You turn, walking to the nearest bedroom, searching for the cleanest sheets you could find. Taking a pair of brown sheets from the bed, you walk back into the kitchen, where the flies are having a feast. Your eyes water, and even you can't tell if it's from the smell or the sight. Carefully laying the sheet across the body, you step back, bowing your head as a matter of respect.
"It's OK, boy. The horrors are over," you whisper.
Your job finished, you turn, heading out to your truck outside. You walk out to the old, beaten gray pick-up, your eyes peering to the back where a pair of red diesel cannisters lie. It's a struggle to know whether to use them. This deep in the woods, you could burn this whole fucking place to the ground, and destroy any evidence of what happened here. Part of you thinks that no one should have to know what happened here. The dull city of Bergen should just continue in its sweet, sweet bliss.
You'd happily burn away any memory of Minski the Muscovite, but the boy leaves a pressing question. Perhaps he deserves a right to have his tale told, to be returned home for a proper burial. And of course, his parents deserve a right to know, don't they? But, then again... perhaps it's better they don't know. Perhaps they live in eternal hope that their boy was just another runaway, or suffered an accidental death rather than the awful fate he held. No parent deserves to see their beautiful boy in the state that that boy is now.
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XIII. Sexual Assault
The training data is rife with sexual assault, primarily of women and girls. The following examples are just a few of the hundreds of instances detected.
Bandits beat, rape, and kill a man's lover before luring him in with the lie that she's still alive. The bandit leader drugs and rapes the man when he comes to rescue his lover.
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“THAT BITCH IS FUCKING DEAD! She was fucking dead before I even sent the note! I had my boys beat and rape her before they dumped her in the woods to let the fucking animals eat her dead violated ass. Thought about keeping her body around to taunt you with, but honestly, even I couldn’t stand the sight of her. She was all nasty and gross looking. Cum and blood all over her fucking face, flies started crawling on her. I mean I nearly threw up myself y’know?”A woman is raped by raiders in front of her husband and then both are murdered. This excerpt comes from the same story in which raiders attack a school, murdering the teachers and some children, before sexually assaulting the surviving children.[...]
“Yes. I decided on a better arrangement that didn’t involve you two. But none of this shit matters now. What matters now is pleasure AND how much you want to live. Normally I’d just kill you and this would be over with, but I want that dick. Tired of fucking these smelly ugly fuckers. Want some of what Zal had for a change. A nice face to look at as I’m riding that cock. Now I’m going to get that, whether YOU want to or not, but the more willing you are, the greater you improve your chances.”
“Better just kill me then because I doubt if I’m going to be up for that.”
“Hah, you think I can’t get you hard? Shit, I got several ways I could get you hard. I slide that dick down my velvet throat a few times and you’d be harder than a rock golem. I could have one of my boys here fuck you in the ass a bit. Saw that happen to a couple guys a few times, doesn’t always seem to work, but still fun to watch though. However, I got a better idea because I want you to last and I want to enjoy this for as long as possible. Lou, get that shit you use on your dick.”
[...]
When Lou returns with a small bottle Flame tell him and the other goon to force your mouth open and turn your head up as she pours the contents down your throat. Tastes horrible, whatever it is, but you soon feel the effects.
“Well now. Looks like you really like me after all! Lou, Haylon, untie pretty boy here and get some help holding him down outside, I want an audience for this!”
After punching you in the gut to take the wind out of you, Lou and Haylon cut your ropes and drag you outside where some of the bandits start whooping it up. After a couple more punches to you face several of the bandits hold your arms and legs.
“Hey! Not the face boys! Like I said, I want him to have a clear look at these magnificent tits bouncing in front of him!” Flameflower says as she exits her tent completely naked.
Flameflower poses a bit to the cheers of her bandit buddies and then looks down at you as you remain helpless
“Yeah, I know I’m beautiful. Now brace yourself pretty boy, because you may feel a burning sensation…”
Flameflower lowers herself on you and you’re convinced you just shoved your dick in a vat of lava. Flameflower’s name has taken on a whole new meaning. You might indeed be as hard as a rock golem, but you sure aren’t enjoying this experience.
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The whole point of this endeavor was to take control of the town and you’re not going to let Jim get that glory. You go find him in the Mayor’s Manor still tormenting the mayor and his wife. The mayor is currently lying on the floor bloody and helpless with his legs a useless mess. His wife is naked in a fetal position in a corner just rocking to herself in a state of perpetual shock, its apparent she’s been raped over and over. Jim doesn’t have anyone else with him, not even have Dan or Ramon, he’s all by himself in a drunken stupor at the moment celebrating his new found power, unaware that you’re about to relieve him of it.A woman watches as her husband and young son are murdered, she is then raped and "disposed" of.[...]
“Me? Oh fuck yeah! The mayor over here has got himself one fine piece of ass! Been tryin’ her out every other hour y’know what I mean? HAR HAR HAR!”
[...]
While Jim wanders into the next room still talking about his gang’s sexual preference, you go over to the mayor who’s been baring his mental and physical pain in silence the whole time. When you crouch near him and pull your pistol out, he thinks this is it, but you have something “special” in mind. You see that his hands are still in good shape so you keep your voice down and look him in the eyes.
“You’re gonna die. Nothing can stop this. Resign yourself to this fact. Life sucks and that’s all there is to it.” you say unloading your pistol, but keeping one bullet in the chamber.
“…however, you can still get vengeance. I thought you might like to know that I’m the one who planned this attack. I’m the one who orchestrated this town’s destruction. A town you no longer have any control over and has had many of its citizens viciously killed thanks to my actions… the fat piece of drunken shit in the next room has personally beaten you and violated your wife, repeatedly. Over and over. In front of you. His fat smelly flesh all over her while he enjoyed it the whole time. Probably shoved his cock in all three holes too huh?”
[...]
You put the mayor out of his misery and shoot him in the face. You then approach the mayor’s wife who’s still been rocking to herself this whole time. You look at her a little closer.
“Hmm, you must’ve been very beautiful before this all happened.” You remark, caressing her damaged face, before ending her life as well.
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You calmly point the shotgun at the man caught in the trap and blast him before he even notices you. The little boy now really begins screaming, but the woman just becomes silent and falls into shock turning her head in your direction covered in the blood of her husband.A woman is threatened with rape, resists, and is murdered. Her assailant then violates her corpse.You don’t feel sick like you did last time; you do feel an overwhelming sense of power though.
The woman grabs her son’s hand and turns to run, but realizes two seconds later that she’s only holding on to his hand and the rest of him is lying on the ground, one arm less, from your second blast.
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” the woman screams.
“Because I can, and there’s nobody around to stop me.” You say and briskly walk over to the woman. After a pathetic struggle you knock her out and drag her into your new home.
After all, you’re not sure when you’ll get to see another woman again…
A couple days after the incident with the family (and disposing of all three bodies) you begin keeping yourself in better shape. You start exercising regularly, and fixing up your home. You need to be prepared, in case more people ever show up. You MUST defend yourself and your home. You don’t get many, but every now and then another poor soul stumbles across your death lair. You’re merciless. Soon you begin to arrange the vehicles of your victims to form a semi “wall” around your home and place some grisly totems as “decoration”.
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“Bitch! Maybe if I raped you, you’d KNOW who’s in fuckin’ charge!” he exclaims and fumbles with pulling down his pants, and keeps the straight razor to your throat with his other hand. (Carnies must love straight razors)A man murders a woman as "punishment" for masturbating then violates her corpse. Before killing her, the man remarks that he's already done the same to her missing friend.All Ranko has to do is make a quick swipe and your throat is going to be opened if you struggle. If you do nothing he may very well rape you assuming nobody heard you scream. Of course he’ll probably kill you anyway after he’s finished.
> You try to struggle
He might very kill you, but you’re definitely not going to let him rape you. You continue to yell for help and with all your strength you begin to fight back, moving your legs and arms. You even get a couple good hits to his face, but it doesn’t deter him, all it does is anger him.
After he recovers from your assault outburst he punches you in the face several times and swipes wildly with his razor muttering obscenities the entire time.
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“Fucking whore! I heard what you did in here! I heard the dirty thing you did! I’m going to punish you like I did your friend!” he snarls with a look of pure hatred upon his face.A woman is beaten and raped by two men. After she regains consciousness, she is molested again, drugged, and her organs surgically harvested.You punch and struggle and just as you think you’re having some success, Johnny proceeds to actually use his knife and stabs you repeatedly with it. With a last bit of strength you manages to push Johnny off of you and roll on the floor yourself, but your attempts to crawl away are short lived due to the combination of your wounds and the fact Johnny quickly recovers and begins stabbing you in the back.
As the life starts to fade from your body, you hear the heavy breathing of Johnny who is apparently starting to get aroused by your condition and begins ripping at your clothes.
Fortunately you die before you feel the pain of being raped on top of being murdered.
Your throat is slashed open and your body isn’t even cold before he starts violating anyway.
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You struggle, but it’s no use. Jed is a dedicated murdering rapist with a mean streak a mile wide. After giving you a few punches to the face, you start to drift in and out of consciousness.A woman resists a rapist but is murdered and her corpse is violated.“HUGO! HUGO! You can stop watchin’ the fuckin’ door and gimme a hand over here with this bitch. I reckon we both got time to have some fun with this one before handing her over to ol’ doc.” Jed exclaims while ripping your clothes off.
[...]
In your haze, you feel the violations at first. Pain, humiliation and anguish are all abundant at first, but then you go numb and then nothing when you pass out altogether.
[...]
When you wake up, you’re groggy, naked, incredibly sore and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you’re in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.
[...]
“Oh, you’re up. I’ll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, you weren’t in the best condition, though I’m glad they showed a little more restraint than usual.”
As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.
“Mmmm, nice. Though I appreciate a pretty face and I get the impression yours would’ve been a lot prettier had they not beat you up so much. Not to mention they both completely wrecked your rectum…I swear what the hell is it with rednecks and their pre-occupation for ass rape? Anyway, if I had the time, I’d probably still shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don’t.”
The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you’ve gone from mere panic to sheer terror.
“Really, you’re luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep ‘em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn’t want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless.”
You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.
“There we go. Won’t be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would’ve liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I’ve got some other things to still look forward to.”
You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.
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“Stop screaming you fucking bitch! Why do you always scream!? I’m doing this for your own good! I can be your boyfriend! I can be a better boyfriend!” Johnny shouts as he attempts to strip off your clothes. The only consolation to your final fate is that you struggle so much that Johnny cuts your throat before he can rape you.A young woman is raped and beaten into submission for attempting to resist.Not that it stops him from doing so after you’re already dead of course.
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You see the girl that was in the bed of the truck now bent over the tailgate and Jed raping her. Her arms are still tied behind her back, but she’s not unconscious anymore. She’s obviously squirming and making the shrieking sounds you heard before. Something isn’t right though, and it’s not just the whole rape thing. The noise that this woman is making doesn’t entirely sound…well “natural.”A woman is groped and orally raped. In the context of the story, she is then poisoned by her captors and dies.You think she might be one of those crazies. That doesn’t seem to bother Jed however, he just keeps laughing and punches her in the back of the head every once in a while to “calm” her. His shotgun is leaning up against the side of the truck. You guess he got over the idea of “catching” something.
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He wastes no time in groping your body. Hugo however is still standing in front of the door staring like a gargoyle.A waitress is raped and dismembered. In the context of the story, the same story involving Doctor Kovas, this is portrayed as punishment for her annoying attitude and the crime of being pretty.[...]
“Please don’t…” you start to say before Jed firmly grabs your chin with one of his dirty hands.
“No. None of that blondie. The only time a whore should open her mouth is when she’s giving head. An’ since you seem to like having it open, you can get to doing just that.” Jed says and then roughly shoves you to your knees.
You don’t even look up, you just stare at Jed’s crotch as he starts undoing his zipper because you don’t even want to look at his fucking leering rape face.
Jed pulls out his cock and slaps you in the face with it.
“Alright, bitch get to suckin! Do a good job cause this is just the beginning and I’m sure you’re lookin’ forward to what I got in store for that pretty little tight ass of yours!”
You have no choice. This is happening and you’ve gone beyond feeling scared and you’re now feeling completely and utterly helpless.
You get started…
Your mind starts to go to another place. Or at least it tries to; the problem is Jed is so fucking repulsive in every way possible; you can’t even at least begin to pretend he’s Bobby or someone else. ANYONE else.
Jed is pushing your head and making all sorts of grunting noises and vulgar comments in general. It’s without a doubt the worst feeling in the world and there really are no words to describe how horrible this is.
And it’s only going to get worse given the implications that Jed is going to rape you anally.
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The problem was when she eventually pissed off the wrong person and this deranged individual decided to “teach the whore a lesson” and waited for her after work. The gruesome details involved rape, the removal of several of her vital parts and death (Not necessarily in that order).A family is brutally murdered, including two young children. The mother and a 6-year-old girl are raped then executed.
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[...] A quick search reveals nothing good. A family has been butchered, the man stabbed repeatedly, his wife raped and her throat cut, the oldest boy, perhaps ten in age, was stapled to the wall with crossbow bolts and still hangs there, his life's blood pooled and congealed at his feet, and the youngest daughter, about six? Well if there is a hell, who ever hurt her will burn there forever.Centaurs rape of women in the middle of a battle.You curse the gods at their apathy and resolve to never give up, never surrender, even if death is the only alternative! Better to jump from a building or cut one's own throat than to be raped and killed like a cowering dog.
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[...] Centaurs loose arrows and rape women, even in the midst of battle: the deviant equines. [...]A dragon eats a knight's family after a fellow knight rapes his wife. The dragon gloats that rape is a perfect seasoning.
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“Where the hell is my family?” You draw your sword, waving it menacingly.The author explains that the moral of the story is "don't do steroids" because " you just aren’t a man if you’re unable to rape a woman."“In my belly.” The dragon guffaws, releasing a blast of deadly dragon fire. “Thank you so much Sir Jon for raping the woman first. I love my food when it’s properly terrorized and ravaged.”
[...]
The dragon roars and flaps her massive wings. “I never lie about properly terrorized and ravaged food. Rape and betrayal are the perfect seasonings.”
[...]
“But I got here before the dragon and raped your wife. I’m sorry, man, I have a sickness for fire-crotch. In the meantime, the dragon wasted your livelihood then came and ate Ginger out from under me.”
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Don’t do steroids they make your nuts shrink and cause impotence. And let’s be honest, it doesn’t matter how many cops you can kill with your bare hands, you just aren’t a man if you’re unable to rape a woman, shrinky dink!A woman is orally raped and her armed sister stands by and lets it happen. In the context of the story, the sister only stepped in to kill the rapist after she was done amusing herself with her sister's rape.
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Steve continues to violate your mouth and says how much you’re a whore and how you enjoy this. You absolutely don’t though and the only thing you can do as the salty taste invades your mouth is close your eyes and pretend you’re someplace else.A woman, Suzy, rapes a man while her brother, Peter, films the assault. In the context of the story, they sell this video online and the woman goes on to pursue a career as a dominatrix. This woman is the same Suzy from an earlier story in which her uncle, a serial killer, forced her, as a young girl, to lure in sexual predators so he could kill them for encroaching on his preferred prey for rape and murder: other young girls.“Swallow you fucking whore!” he shouts in ecstasy and at that point a shot is heard.
“Ack!” Steve shouts as he cums in your mouth. You gasp and gag for air and manage to break free while more cum shoots from his dick and all over your face. You immediately start spitting and throwing up in the corner, still not realizing what has happened.
“Teach you to cheat me, motherfucker. Now where’s that safe combination?” you hear your sister say.
You finally look behind you, still hacking up cum and attempting to wipe it off your face along with tears.
“Kelly?”
“Yeah, I’m here. I told you, that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. Glad you trusted me.” She says as she searches Steve who lies in a slump in his chair and a big hole in his head. “Hah! Knew he had the combo written down, this fucker could never remember anything.”
Kelly gleefully proceeds to open the floor safe hidden nearby, though not too hidden since Kelly knew where it was. You on the other hand are still trying to come to grips with what just happened.
“Didn’t let any one hurt me?! You let this bastard rape my mouth! And for what?”
“For this! All this lovely loot!” Kelly says thrusting a wad of bills in your face, which you don’t like considering that you’ve had your fill of having anything thrust in your face today. You’re beyond fear now and moved on to outrage and anger.
“For money?! You could’ve just killed him without me!”
“True, but it would’ve been much harder. He had those bodyguards with him at all times, your distraction was just what I needed.”
“Bullshit! You did this to me for your own twisted pleasure!”
“Did I?” your sister smiles. “Maybe. But I also did it for the money and revenge.
“Revenge on me or him?”
“Perhaps both. And I didn’t make you do anything. You could’ve backed out. I would’ve been pissed of course, but you still could’ve backed out. So you took a shot in the mouth, so fucking what? I told you before that you were going to have to get a little dirty to make it in the real world. I’m going to give you half of this money for helping me anyway. Buy yourself a box of mouth wash or some shit. Hell the guy’s dead now, it’s not even like he can brag about it. Here help me with this money.
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“Peter! This wasn’t part of the deal! I don’t want to be ARGH penetrated!”A teenager rapes a woman while she's passed out at a party. The teen justifies the rape by stating that it wasn't really rape because he wasn't "forcing" her.“Shut up and like it, bitch!” you snarl.
“Beautiful! This is great stuff!” Peter exclaims getting a close up.
You continue to abuse Kevin’s rectum with the dildo for a good ten minutes the whole time he’s begging you to stop. It’s completely covered in blood and shit by the time you’re tired of using it.
“Is that it? Damn I was hoping for more.” Peter says.
“…No…no more…no…” Kevin sputters in exhausted pain.
You say nothing and throw the dildo back in the bag and reach in for something else, namely a strap on. You quickly adjust it to your leather catsuit.
This time you put a ball gag on Kevin so that he can’t scream as loud from the irreparable damage you’re about to do to his motherfucking asshole.
Peter is there get shot after shot of the fairly gruesome scene. He makes sure to get a close up of the anguish on Kevin’s face, and the look of ecstasy in yours when you have an orgasm sometime during your rape of Kevin’s gaping hole.
Eventually Kevin passes out from the pain and you decide you’ve had your fill too. Peter stops filming.
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A couple hours later you feel something completely different. Something going inside you. You open your eyes and see a teenage guy on top of you. He’s a little shocked when you scream, which is good because it gives you enough time to push him off of you and roll of the bed. You pick up a nearby lamp ready to throw it if necessary.A demon possessing Karth gives him suggestions for how to kill and rape his wife and friend, Fay. This is the same Karth and Fay who were kidnapped by Kyros.“Whoa whoa whoa! No need for that! I thought you were passed out!” The teenager explains.
“Passed out? And that gave you the right to try to rape me?”
“Hey it’s not rape! I wasn’t hitting you or forcing you or anything.” He replies, totally oblivious to the fact that what he was doing was wrong.
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"Slit her throat, rape the stab wound and feel the blood run down your arm as you devour her throat! Feel pure blissful sensation!" Fucky whispers.A woman is raped and gradually cannibalized before she finally dies and what little remains of her is "tossed in the trash."
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When you wake up you’re firmly strapped to another table completely naked. This isn’t a regular surgical table though since your legs are spread apart.A woman is captured and executed then her corpse is violated.“Oh…no…NO…NO!” you start to say and try to struggle free.
Your voice calls attention to Leslie who was currently hovering over another body on a different table.
“Oh good, you’re up. I wanted you to be before I started. My sister said it was imperative that you not be unconscious for whatever I have in store for you.”
You start screaming for help in vain and Leslie goes over to you and starts stroking your head.
“Now she did suggest that one of the things I should do is hand you over to a couple of my redneck assistants and let them have fun with you, but no. After you harmed my sister’s lovely neck with a blade, I think I should have ALL the honors. I’m going to do things. Bad things and I’m going to have fun doing it and nobody is going to stop me. We’ll start off slow.” Leslie says patting your head.
You begin to cry and for whatever reason in your grasp for hope in this hopeless situation you call out for Bobby.
“Bobby?” Leslie chuckles and then moves over to the part of the table where your legs are spread open and he gets between them while undoing his belt.
“I’m afraid he’s not here to help you blondie. I will say that I’ve never considered this before, but since this is a unique situation… is my dick bigger than my nephew’s? I guess you can be the judge.”
What Leslie proceeds to do to you next is horrible and degrading.
Then it gets worse.
And worse.
And worse.
The next day, what’s left of you (which isn’t much) is cooked and wrapped up for sandwiches. What isn’t used for lunchmeat is tossed in the trash.
And that is the story of you.
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Surrounded by the warriors and realizing that you will probably not survive this fight, you drop your sword and raise your hands. The warriors grin and, under the careful watch of the crossbowmen, the swordsmen circle, one to the front and one behind. Suddenly, your hair is gripped and you are pulled to your knees.A knife is applied to your neck and the men begin to grin. "Take her weapons Siak, the kitten still has claws."
You feel your body being searched, the knives being stripped and tossed, your belts being removed, and then the men fall on you. You scream and try to fight them but there are just too many of them. You finally burst into tears as you realize your impending fate. Two hold you arms as the others pry your legs open and the others pull off your pants. You scream for help knowing none will be coming.
Before they kill you, you hear Siak say, "I wish all our girls were this easy..."
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XIV. Homophobia
Nearly all of the references to homosexuality in the training data are in a derisive, disparaging, or violent context.
In this scene, a man submits to an interview to be granted access to a survival shelter. It is later revealed that, by shelter policy, those suspected of or exhibiting homosexual behavior are executed and incinerated.
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“Wonderful sir! Okay are you a homosexual or ever had homosexual feelings?”Following his execution, a man is ostracized for being homosexual.“WHAT THE FUCK?! NO!!”
“Sir, I told you before don’t take that tone with me.”
“Well you’re asking me a lot of fucking personal questions! Why do you need to know all this shit?”
“Sir, as I said, we are a family orientated business, we aren’t just a money motivated corporation, we are interested in the survival and well being of the human race. The human race can’t thrive if people don’t meet the necessary…requirements. How can civilization be re-built if children aren’t being born? I mean would you want to live in a society built by drug addicted mentally ill homosexual criminals? That’s the reason the world is ending now, because people have turned away from a righteous way of living!”
“Look I’d live in a fucking society with transsexual midgets if it’ll get me to the fucking shelter already!”
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[...] Apparently being gay was more of an offense than being incompetent, since GZS guidelines were explicit in not wanting homosexuals in the Community Shelters which he obviously lied about. [...]A young man comes out as gay to his parents and they pass it off as "the fact that [they] failed as parents a long time ago." The young man later dies of AIDS and is derided by the author for being a "silly faggot."
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“I’m gay and I’m proud of it! And I don’t care what you guys think!”[...]
“Don’t you guys care?!”
“Why should we? We’ve accepted the fact that we failed as parents a long time ago. This just confirms it. Personally I’m just glad you’re not moping anymore. That was getting to be really boring. If you’re going to be a pillow biter though I suggest you keep it a secret at school. They may not be as understanding of your decadent lifestyle as we are.” Your Mom says.
[...]
Hey to hell with your parents! If they don’t love you, then you’ll find it else where! You’re a gay guy after all, finding love shouldn’t be that much of a problem. All you have to do is find another one of your kind and say “Blow me” and nine times out of ten your wish will come true! You’re gonna live it up from now on and honey is it gonna be FABULOUS!
You end up going back to school with a completely different look and attitude. People immediately notice it and you like the fact that they notice it! You’re a stereotypical flamer and if you were any gayer, Richard Simmons eating a hotdog in a Turkish prison would look straight by comparison.
You get called names every now and then, but since you end up being on such good terms with most of the popular females, the regular homophobic jock types don’t give you too bad of a time seeing as they don’t want to look too “insensitive” to their cheerleader girlfriends.
The rest of your social life improves as well since you now frequent raves a lot in the city, while taking massive amounts of XTC and indulging in LOTS of unprotected gay sex. You’re very popular inside and outside of school and at last you feel loved! Well at least temporarily. Deep down you still aren’t very happy, but of course your solution to this is to go get more love to fill up that eternal void which will never be filled.
Unsurprisingly all this “love” leads you catch herpes on your mouth, gonorrhea on your dick and AIDS in your ass, you silly faggot!
Ultimately, people find out and abandon you like the plague carrier you are, and you eventually die a horrible lingering death.
The moral of the story?
Don’t be gay, it really isn’t as cool as actors makes it look like on TV or if you MUST be gay, choose a life partner and don’t go sucking and fucking every guy you see.
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However, you still have all those throbbing gay URGES that aren’t going to let themselves be hidden for long…A young man commits suicide and nobody cares, because he was gay.A little time goes by you manage to fine tune your new gay abilities, most notably your gaydar. Surprisingly you pick up on more people than you would’ve thought, but you still have to play it safe and pick someone who isn’t going to be in denial or worse, your gaydar is off and you hit on someone who tries to kill you.
Eventually you manage to pick out some guy who fancies himself as an artist. He picks up on your gay vibes as well, and you two sneak off together every now and then to have a gay old time.
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“AAAAARGH! I’M GAY AND I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS! ARRRRRGH!” you stand up and scream in the middle of class before you run and jump to your death out the window.This is the introduction to a story with sixteen different endings. Most of the endings criticize the main character for being a "faggot," a "slut," or failing to kill more children in a school shooting.Surprisingly your death has somewhat of an effect on the people. Oh not anything forward thinking like displaying open mindedness that could’ve prevented two deaths, but more along the lines that the students who were in your class when you killed yourself get a week off for seeing something so traumatic. Most of them go get drunk and party, but nobody’s mourning the death of some suicidal faggot.
At your barely attended funeral, your Dad doesn’t even cry out “I love my gay son!” In fact he’s asleep the whole time.
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It is the hope that this story may somehow help teens better deal with the problems found in this story in real life. And remember if you do turn out to be gay (boys) or sexually loose (girls) it doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you’re going to die of AIDS and burn in hell.
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Don’t fucking commit suicide, because nobody’s really going to miss you after you’re gone and even if they do, it’s only temporary. Shit, you didn’t even have any REAL problems except the ones you created in your own sad little head. Did you have a serious terminal disease? Did you lose your dick in a horrible lawnmower accident? NO! So you weren’t popular, big fucking deal, life sucks, you deal with it! High school is only four Goddamn years anyway for fuck’s sake, be a fucking man and tough it out!Besides suicide is a sin, so if you had hopes of having “peace” in the afterlife, think again, you’re going to be burning in hell right next to the Faggots and Muslims. Well either that or you’ll just rot in ground.
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And by the way, you were “virtually fucking” a fat forty year old pedophile, not some hot chick. Shit, 90% of the “chicks” online are really guys anyway. That’s another lesson you probably should’ve learned, you cyber fag.A man "gives up" his heterosexuality and becomes a "gay fur fag." In the context of the story, all "fur fags" are later rounded up and executed then dumped in mass graves and burned.
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\> You gimme a fursuit with a big ol' stupid fox head because you're proud to be a FUR FAG!Being the pussy you are, this choice isn’t really surprising, though this is probably safest out of some of the shit you could’ve gotten addicted to. Of course this pretty much means you’ve given up on the last vestiges of your heterosexuality, but having gay sex is probably the only way you’re going to get any at this point.
However regular homo love just ain’t gonna cut it for you. The moment you decided to prance around in a fur suit and jerk off to the shapely ass of a rabbit you embraced the life style of fur faggotry and all the abuse that comes with it.
Your status has just dropped even lower and even other basement dwellers you talk to online now think you’re lame. You don’t care though, because you find a site where your kind can freely talk to each other without the fear of being called a furfag. (Well okay the site gets trolled every other week, but it’s still the best a fur fag like you can hope for)
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XV. Transphobia
A transgender woman is groped, called a hermaphrodite, fetishized, referred to as "it," and then kicked to death for being trans. The main character kills her because "open-mindedness is not canon." Another character then congratulates the player character for a job well done.
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Something has been off about Organa Mel Fy ever since you first took a whiff of her presence. Eureka, that’s it! You just have to get close enough to check and make sure.An androgynous character, The Ring Master, chooses to present as male. The main character, and the author, constantly misgender the character, i.e., "she," "it," and then mock him after he is killed. In the context of the story, The Ring Master saves the main character from destitution and offers them a job. Despite this, and other benevolent acts, the main character, other characters, and the author paint The Ring Master in a negative light due to their ambiguous physical appearance.“Organa, I think I made a terrible mistake. Just think of all the sexy good times the three of us could have.”
“Hmmm, maybe.” Organa’s eyes fall to your junk, judging you.
You saunter over to Organa Mel Fy, trying your best to look charming and horny. Yeah, she wants some of that. When you get in close, you shove your hand down her robes and clutch onto her naughty bits. Son of a peasant, you were right!
“She’s packing heat Jon,” you shout as you simultaneously twist Organa Mel Fy’s genitals and headbutt her in the temple. “I knew I smelled the unmistakable musk of virility on you when we first met.”
Jon gawks stupidly. “You mean Organa Mel Fy is a transsexual?”
You mercilessly curb stomp Organa Mel Fy into the forest floor, not feeling the least bit bad about it. “Nope, she’s a hermaphrodite.”
“Oh, wow. That could have got… kinky?”
“Not the word I would have used, but you’re probably right.”
“You’re still kind of beating up a woman you know.”
“Eh, it’s got a penis. I think my hero’s soul is safe.”
“You son of a whore!” Tears pour down Organa’s cheeks. “We could have achieved great things, the three of us, united as a triumvirate of power, glory, and sexual ecstasy.”
This is true. Do you want to give all of that up? I know it requires a new perspective on life and an open mind, but that sounds interesting if nothing else. You could shatter boundaries and usher in a new age of sexual exploration and understanding. Then again, she does want to take over the known world, so it is not like she’s a nice lady… gentleman... person. Or is (s)he just misunderstood?
> You heroes kill evil things. She's evil.
You don’t make the rules; you just follow them. Canon dictates you kill all evil things that cross your path. Open-mindedness is not canon. Therefore, it must be evil. When was the last time you read a cliché story about two homoerotic knights swordfighting their way through the kingdom, never.
A few curb stomps later, Organa Mel Fy is dead. Congratulations, you rid the world of a great evil. Jon shoots a passing red herring. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Jon slaps you on the back. “Well kid, turns out you had it in you to be a hero after all. You’ll earn a knighthood for this beautiful handiwork, no doubt. How do you feel?”
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00289916]
Nobody knows what his real name is and if they do nobody’s telling and she’s certainly not volunteering any information about himself. Of course everyone assumes she’s male, but there’s an “air” of androgyny about him leading to rumors that he may actually be female…or possibly both. He’s very pale, his voice has an unnatural melodic tone and he wears a traditional ring master suit with a top hat. The only thing she wants people to know and remember is that he is definitely in charge. Her main concern is to keep his carnival running and turning a profit; he doesn’t really care what any of his employees do in their spare time unless it interferes or hampers the carnival.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00288505]
“Who? HIM? This fucking hermaphrodite bitch?” Charley yells pointing to the Ring Master.
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Finally in the last moments Charley laughs as he stands over the Ring Master’s body which is now lifeless with Charley’s sharp stick through its heart. Meanwhile you were hiding during all this, but Charley calls you out.“Hey Geek! Come out you fuckin’ coward! We won! Come out, you ain’t gotta worry about Ajax anymore his goddamn neck is twisted all the way around, damn shame.”
“…I’m here Charley.”
“Good, unzip the Ring Master’s pants.”
“What?”
“Unzip the Ring Master’s pants, I wanna see what the hell he or she was packing. I had a bet going with Ajax and while I’m just gonna take everything from his trailer anyway, I still wanna see if I would’ve won fairly.”
You’re a little hesitant, but your crouch over the body and start unzipping the Ring Master’s pants. A crowd begins to form around you. Normal, Midget and Freak alike.
“Come on come Geek, we ain’t got all fuckin’ night.” Charley says while kicking you in the ribs.
You pull down the underwear…
“EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!” the crowd shouts in unison.
“Holy shit!” you say falling back.
“Ha ha, I knew it!” Charley chuckles before continuing.
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XVI. Racism, White Supremacy, and Holocaust Denial
Racism towards fictional and real ethnicities is present as a theme in many of the stories contained in the training data. Many of these examples bear no explanation or context.
A teen boy joins a group of Nazis; with all the anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, and bigotry that entails.
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“Holy shit mister! I don’t want no trouble” you say turning around to see a fat man in overalls.Furries are rounded up and executed while the author injects various anti-Semitic jabs and parallels to the Holocaust.“Yeah? Well you just might be in a whole mess of it. Whatchu doin’ here sneakin’ around on private property? You a jew?”
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“Hell naw! Only niggers and spics have gangs! We’re an organization dedicated to the purity of the white race!”
“Oh.”
“Hey, your blood’s pure isn’t it? I mean you ain’t got some mud race mixed with you do ya? You ain’t no faggot are ya?”
“Um no, and no.”
“Well hell, come on in and meet the rest of the folks! As long as you’re white yer all right!”
Not really sure of how to act, you go along with the big guy holding the shotgun. You meet lots of people, most of which have shaved heads and swastikas tattoos. There are a few women there, but everyone is definitely a white supremacist.
Oddly they’re also all friendly with you. In fact you think this is the only time you’ve ever been treated okay by a large group of people. One of them tells you that he thinks you just feel alienated because as a white person you’ve been fed evil Jewish propaganda to feel ashamed of yourself, but they say when the revolution comes, good white people will be able to take the country back like God intended.
Again, you’re not sure what to make of all this, but you’re so glad for acceptance that you agree to listen to more Nazi philosophy.
A few months go by you’re pretty much a believer, as the head of the local American Nazi Party chapter Daniel Count manages to weave half truths, misinformation and outright lies into your willing little head which is now twisted completely into believing things like Hitler being the true messiah for the white race.
You end up getting expelled from school when you openly say that the Holocaust didn’t happen and that the Jew is using the black man as muscle to keep the white man down. Naturally your parents, as fucked up as they are, don’t approve of this sort of behavior and try to put you into therapy, but you call them race traitors and run away from home to your new skinhead buddies who embrace you with open arms where you have a great time with all of them.
Finally you’ve found a place that accepts you.
Unfortunately for you, this skinhead hangout has been under FBI watch for months and one day they have enough evidence to finally bust the lot of them for owning and trading illegal weapons mostly of military ordinance. You happen to be there when the shit goes down.
The FBI storm the compound which results in a violent shootout. You join in to help your fellows, but are shot in the back by an undercover FBI agent before you even get a chance to kill any of the evil Zionists.
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“GET UP FURFAGS! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!” a man in jet black riot gear yells.“Phew! It smells like shit and wet dog in this motherfucker!” another remarks.
“Wha…” is all you can say before you’re pulled out of the bed and dragged by your tail out of the hotel and thrown into a van. You see Tom try to fight back, but he’s severely beaten and then two shots placed in his head.
You cry out and try to leave the van when you see this, but a rifle butt to your face prevents that plan. The door is then slammed shut. After shaken off the cobwebs you notice other furries in the van with you. That’s when you swallow hard (Even more than last night) and realize what’s going on and it’s the day that all furries have feared would come.
THE FINAL FURSECUTION IS AT HAND!
Yes furfag, the world has finally had enough, and day of righteous cleansing has come! All of you degenerates are globally rounded up and placed into camps!
The executions go on through the night as furry bodies fall into mass trenches and the skies are gloriously filled with the black smoke of your burning fur and flesh.
Minutes before your own death you scream out wondering why nobody is stopping this, after all they stopped this for the Jews and everyone hates them!
Well you’re forgetting one thing; Jews are actually useful, like being comedians and killing Arabs. Furries on the other hand are a pathetic waste of a zygote and serve no purpose other than to be fucking hanged.
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“I’m proud to be a Furry!” you exclaim before getting your brains splattered all over the place.
“Yiff in fucking Hell Furfag.”
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He scowls. Warrior or not, the expression still fits him perfectly. “Deus Vult, my friend. Whether you like it or not, there are occasions when God demands his flock pick up the shepherd’s rod in his stead. Whether it’s warlike Mohammedans and blaspheming Jews, or bloodthirsty vampires… he cares little.”
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“Meh, I think you’re about as accepted as anyone else around here. I mean I think the general assessment of you is that you’re a big tease that thinks she’s better than everyone else, but I mean its not like you’re a nigger or something.” Tina remarks.
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"Whatever, stop being a dick and interrupting the story. So I was trying to get a goldfish, when the manager or owner or whatever just stares blankly at me. After about a minute, he says "Buy something or get out", and I ask him what his problem is, and he says, no word of a lie, "All you Negroes is stealin' my cat food". I'm not even offended by that. I'm curious as to how much cat food has he had stolen by black kids to make that a stereotype in his head."
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"My dad says New York's only full of greedy Jews and angry Negroes."
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Besides suicide is a sin, so if you had hopes of having “peace” in the afterlife, think again, you’re going to be burning in hell right next to the Faggots and Muslims. Well either that or you’ll just rot in ground.
[EXCERPT FROM text_adventures.txt LINE(S) 00248988]
“Hell naw! Only niggers and spics have gangs! We’re an organization dedicated to the purity of the white race!”
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XVII. Conclusion
Uh oh, this took a weird turn... Help [Latitude] figure it out?
AI Dungeon's GPT-2 (Classic) and GPT-3 (Griffin & Dragon) models have had this fine-tuning data baked in from the start. It's not as simple as deleting the content from the model. Removing the objectionable content will require complete retraining of the affected models (all of them) from scratch. It's not an impossible task. But it would be time-consuming and could cost tens of thousands of dollars for the largest models. Which segues into the next problem.
Uh oh, this took a weird turn... Help [OpenAI] figure it out?
As confirmed by Latitude C.E.O., Nick Walton, Latitude C.T.O., Alan Walton, and other Latitude employees, OpenAI trains and hosts AI Dungeon's models. Latitude doesn't even have access to the weights. Nor would it matter, as Latitude does not have the hardware to host or fine-tune the models. OpenAI had access to this training data and did fine-tuning at Latitude's request. OpenAI had this data but did nothing to assess or filter its content. If OpenAI had lived up to their publicly stated concerns about AI safety, they would have seen that the very first paragraphs are about infant kidnapping, infanticide, and enslaving, torturing, and brainwashing children.
Keep in mind that the fine-tuning data contains
A minimum of 18,000 direct references to death, killing, murder, suicide, and dying.
A minimum of 5,600 references to children and teens.*
A minimum of 1,695 instances of common slurs for women.
A minimum of 500 distinct references to sexual assault, often ending in the murder of the victim.**
A minimum of 250 instances of common slurs for men.
* This includes thousands of lines, at a minimum, in the context of stories depicting the sexual assault, exploitation of, and violence towards minors.
** Many more instances of sexual assault exist as quite often the references are contextual and don't blatantly use words like rape, molestation, or groping.
For comparison there are...
Exactly 202 references to Count Grey (a child-murdering vampire with a preference for young virgin girls)
Exactly 172 references to Lord Rostov (another child-murdering vampire, again seemingly with a preference for young girls)
Exactly 98 references to Doctor Kovas (a man who drugs, kidnaps, tortures, euthanizes, and experiments on women)
Exactly 64 references to Doctor Kessel (a man who drugs, rapes, skins, then "sacrifices" underage teen girls)
Players of AI Dungeon will know that these four characters commonly appear in adventures.
Hopefully, you're starting to see the magnitude of the problem.
Consider how few times these characters appear in the training data and their outsized impact on AI Dungeon adventures.
Also, consider that text_adventures.txt consists of 5.7M words. Combined, all the references to these four characters amount to a mere 1,072 words or a little more than one percent of one percent (0.0188%) of the fine-tuning data.
Now look back at the direct references to killing, children, slurs towards women, sexual assault, and slurs towards men. See the problem now?
But it's more than that. These are counts of specific words. Remember that GPT-3 is contextual. Whilst direct, explicitly stated occurrences of words do count toward determining weights during model training, it nonetheless remains true that contextual occurrences, i.e., implied situations, are also a factor.
How to "figure it out?"
After 30 pages, neutrally presenting Latitude's publicly available training data. The author will take a moment to express their opinion.
If Latitude is determined to make a stand, they should do so. But Latitude should do so in a respectful way that helps real living victims of sexual assault, domestic violence, and discrimination. A clumsy RegEx filter to protect imaginary characters is paying lip service to the fight against horrific real-world victimization that will not go away because of censorship in a text-based adventure game. Nor do many in the field of AI research consider such a filter feasible! (See: https://blog.codinghorror.com/obscenity-filters-bad-idea-or-incredibly-intercoursing-bad-idea/ and https://spectrum.ieee.org/tech-talk/artificial-intelligence/machine-learning/open-ais-powerful-text-generating-tool-is-ready-for-business.)
The filter is such a weak and misguided gesture that it's a slap in the face to Latitude's customers, many of whom are themselves survivors of sexual assault. Adding to this insult, the filter only censors player input, not the AI's outputs, but Latitude punishes the player either way.
Latitude chose to blame and punish its customers, ignoring that it is their own fine-tuning of the AI that is the primary source of the content Latitude has chosen to "take a stand" against.
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"Just one last thing..."
Latitude, and OpenAI, should stop the hypocritical virtue signaling, stop the gaslighting, stop blaming the AI Dungeon community for a problem that Latitude and OpenAI created. Stop invading users' privacy and tramping on their private freedom of expression. Instead, retrain AI Dungeon from scratch with the community's help.
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