unknownking
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Hey, I haven't seen that many comments regarding using openai to assist one's writing, so here is a little experiment of mine, letting it write a fighting scene for me. I know it's quite a cliché fight. But I'm just experimenting with it.
(It could also be that I'm just retarded and couldn't find any threads)
me:
Openai:
me:
It's quite useful to create a draft out of an idea, especially if one is lazy
(It could also be that I'm just retarded and couldn't find any threads)
me:
Openai:I want to write a fighting scene between a clumsy, uncofident boy who is swinging his sword desperatly against a confident, athletic girl that is a veteran. The girl offers the boy an escape by joining her group. But the boy refuses, knowing damn well that most newbys end up dead due to unknown reason. The boy is fighting for his life while the girl taunts him, fighting him even bare handed and evading almost all of his swings. But she goes way overboard as the fight continues, and even rips out an eye by the end of the fight.
me:Certainly! Here is a possible scenario for a fight between a clumsy, unconfident boy and a confident, athletic girl:
The boy swung his sword wildly, trying to keep the girl at bay. She just laughed and dodged every blow with ease, her athletic movements making it look almost effortless.
"Come on, kid, give up already," she taunted, her bare hands expertly deflecting his attacks. "Join us and I'll make sure you get the training you need to survive out here."
But the boy knew what happened to most newbies who joined up with groups like hers. They ended up dead for one reason or another, their bodies left to rot in the wilderness. He couldn't take that risk. He had to keep fighting, no matter how hopeless it seemed.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath. He couldn't keep this up much longer. The girl seemed to sense his weakness and pressed her advantage, her bare hands a blur as she struck at him from all angles.
He tried to block her attacks, but it was no use. She was too fast, too skilled. He stumbled back, his sword dropping to the ground as he clutched his stomach. He was done for.
But the girl wasn't satisfied with just defeating him. With a fierce cry, she lunged at him, her fingers digging into his eye socket and pulling out the eye with a sickening squelch.
The boy let out a gut-wrenching scream as he fell to the ground, his vision a blur of red and black. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never imagined that anyone could be so cruel, so ruthless.
The girl stood over him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "You should have taken my offer, kid," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "You could have lived a little longer."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the boy to die in the dirt.
I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions or if you would like further assistance.
also could we make it a bit cruler? Like the girl beating the boy bloody, taunting him a few times, before ripping his first eye. And let's add a twist. As she was about to rip the second eye, someone intervenes, questioning how this is even allowed here
Openai:
Certainly! Here is a revised version of the fight scene with the added details you requested:
The boy swung his sword wildly, trying to keep the girl at bay. She just laughed and dodged every blow with ease, her athletic movements making it look almost effortless.
"Come on, kid, give up already," she taunted, her bare hands expertly deflecting his attacks. "Join us and I'll make sure you get the training you need to survive out here."
But the boy knew what happened to most newbies who joined up with groups like hers. They ended up dead for one reason or another, their bodies left to rot in the wilderness. He couldn't take that risk. He had to keep fighting, no matter how hopeless it seemed.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath. He couldn't keep this up much longer. The girl seemed to sense his weakness and pressed her advantage, her bare hands a blur as she struck at him from all angles.
The boy's face was a mess of bruises and cuts by the time the girl finally landed a decisive blow, sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned in pain as she stood over him, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"You should have taken my offer, kid," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "You could have lived a little longer."
With a sadistic grin, she reached for his other eye. The boy let out a terrified sob as he tried to crawl away, but it was no use. He was too weak, too battered. He couldn't fight anymore.
Just as the girl's fingers were about to close around his eye, a voice rang out from the shadows. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The girl turned to see a man standing a few feet away, his sword drawn and ready for a fight. "This is none of your concern," she spat, her grip on the boy's eye never wavering.
"I'm making it my concern," the man said, his voice cold and hard. "No one should have to suffer like this. Not even a fool like this kid."
The girl sneered, but before she could react, the man was upon her, his sword flashing through the air as he forced her away from the boy.
The boy lay there, his face a bloody mess, as the two fighters clashed. He couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear the grunts and clangs of metal on metal.
He just prayed that the man would be able to defeat the girl and save him from a gruesome death.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sounds of fighting stopped. The boy heard footsteps approaching, and then a voice said, "It's over. You're safe now."
He let out a sigh of relief as strong hands lifted him up, supporting him as he stumbled to his feet. He was alive, somehow. He had survived the fight.
But as he looked around, he realized that he had paid a steep price. He was blind now, his eyes gone forever. He would never see the world again.
But at least he was alive. And as he leaned on the man who had saved him, he knew that he had a chance to start a new life, to find a new purpose. He had been given a second chance, and he was determined to make the most of it.
I hope this revised version meets your needs. Let me know if you have any other questions or if you would like further assistance.
me:
ok how about writing the scene from the eyes of the MC. He watches the fight quietly within a small audience. He also intervenes, in the end by kicking her hand after she goes for the boy's second eye. She immediately belittle him and challenges him to fight her right now and then.
But the MC refuses, and she swings her fist at him, only for two people (kids) to intervene. One of them grabs her arm, the other presses a blade against her throat. she then chuckles and says, how about in two weaks, after you recovered. Let's add that the two people are literally kids, and they curse the mc for intervening
Could we also add how the girl ridicules the mc after he wanted to intervene, commenting why such a emaciated boy even intervenes?
Openai:
The MC watched quietly from the sidelines as the boy and girl fought. The boy was clearly outmatched, his clumsy swings no match for the girl's confident and athletic movements.
The girl taunted the boy as she fought, her bare hands expertly deflecting his attacks. "Come on, kid, give up already," she said. "Join us and I'll make sure you get the training you need to survive out here."
But the boy knew what happened to most newbies who joined up with groups like hers. They ended up dead for one reason or another, their bodies left to rot in the wilderness. He couldn't take that risk. He had to keep fighting, no matter how hopeless it seemed.
The girl seemed to sense the boy's desperation and pressed her advantage, her bare hands a blur as she struck at him from all angles. The boy's face was a mess of bruises and cuts by the time she finally landed a decisive blow, sending him crashing to the ground.
The girl stood over the boy, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "You should have taken my offer, kid," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "You could have lived a little longer."
With a sadistic grin, she reached for the boy's eye. The boy let out a terrified sob as he tried to crawl away, but it was no use. He was too weak, too battered. He couldn't fight anymore.
Just as the girl's fingers closed around the boy's eye, the MC couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just stand by and watch this happen. He had to do something.
He stepped forward, his heart racing as he approached the girl. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted.
The girl turned to him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Who the hell are you?" she spat. "Some emaciated little boy who thinks he can save the day?"
The MC stood his ground, determined to make a difference. "I'm making it my concern," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "No one should have to suffer like this. Not even a fool like this kid."
The girl sneered, but before she could react, the MC kicked her hand, sending the boy's eye flying to the ground. The girl let out a cry of pain and surprise, her grip on the boy finally broken.
The boy let out a gut-wrenching scream as he fell to the ground, his vision a blur of red and black. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never imagined that anyone could be so cruel, so ruthless.
The small audience around them was stunned and confused, not sure what to make of the MC's sudden intervention. But the MC didn't care. He had done what he had to do.
The girl glared at the MC, her face contorted with rage. "You think you're better than me?" she spat. "I challenge you to a fight. Right here, right now."
The MC shook his head. "I'm not interested in fighting you," he said. "But I'll accept your challenge in two weeks. Until then, leave this kid alone."
The girl's eyes narrowed as she considered the MC's offer. Then, with a snarl, she swung her fist at him.
But before she could connect, two kids intervened. One grabbed her arm, the other pressed a blade against her throat.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" one of the kids shouted, his voice high and angry. "We had this under control!"
The girl chuckled, her anger dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. "Fine, emaciated boy," she said. "Two weeks it is. But be warned, I'll be ready for you."
And with that, she turned and stormed off, leaving the MC and the boy behind.
The MC let out a sigh of relief as he helped the boy to his feet. "Come on," he said, his voice gentle.
It's quite useful to create a draft out of an idea, especially if one is lazy
