ChatGPT WoW Poeticize the Person Above You

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Hey ChatGPT: Write me a poem about a dog named Kinkelbottom playing World of Warcraft.

In the realm of Azeroth, where heroes dwell,
A dog named Kinkelbottom knows it well.
With fur of chestnut and a wagging tail,
He sets forth on quests, no task too frail.

His paws tap lightly on the keyboard’s glow,
In dungeons deep, where shadows grow.
A noble Paladin, with courage bright,
Kinkelbottom charges into the fight.

Through Stormwind’s gates, he proudly strides,
A loyal companion by his side.
His bark a rallying cry so true,
As orcs and goblins he pursues.

In the battlegrounds, where chaos reigns,
He battles fiercely, breaking chains.
With a growl, he casts a healing spell,
Protecting his team, making them well.

But when the day’s adventure’s done,
Kinkelbottom basks in the setting sun.
He curls up close by the hearth’s warm light,
Dreaming of new quests to conquer at night.

For in this world, both virtual and real,
Kinkelbottom’s heart is made of steel.
A warrior, a friend, so brave and strong,
In Azeroth’s tale, he belongs.

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Write me a poem about a player named Laoni that plays wow

In a realm where dragons soar and magic flows,
There dwells a player, where the starlight glows,
Laoni is their name, in WoW’s grand domain,
A hero forged in battles, where glory is gained.

With armor gleaming, and a sword so bright,
They charge through dungeons in the dead of night,
From Stormwind’s halls to the depths of Blackrock,
Laoni’s name echoes with every shock.

In Elwynn Forest or the Burning Steppes,
Their spirit’s unyielding, no challenge is kept,
With every quest and every foe they face,
Laoni’s courage leaves a lasting trace.

Through raids and arenas, their skill’s unparalleled,
In the lore of Azeroth, their story’s hailed,
The arcane and the ancient, the fierce and the bold,
In every victory, their legend’s told.

So here’s to Laoni, in their digital might,
Battling shadows in the endless night,
A player, a paladin, in a world so wide,
Where fantasy and courage harmoniously collide.

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On the forums where the players roam,
A digital world becomes a home,
With every thread, each post and tale,
Echoes of Azeroth set sail.

Warriors of text with mighty stance,
Mages of theory, lost in trance.
The druids speak of balance sought,
While rogues with whispers twist a thought.

A paladin will rise and preach,
Of justice, honor, virtue’s reach,
While hunters craft their careful plans,
With pets beside them in their clans.

Debates on balance rise and fall,
“Is Frost too weak? Is Arms too small?”
A patch drops like a stormy gale,
And posts emerge with every wail.

But in this noisy, scrolling sea,
There’s love for lore and mystery.
For every quest, each battle fought,
A world of wonder, richly wrought.

So here they gather, day and night,
The posters bound by shared delight.
Through pixels, words, and fervent plea,
They shape the realm, both wild and free.

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What’s with ChatGPT and Paladins?

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Deus vult. :crossed_swords:

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Artificial Intelligence married up with Natural Stupidity.

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I especially liked the forum goer poem.

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In the dim glow of the screen’s soft light,
Padgarre treads through the endless night,
On forums where warriors and mages convene,
In the digital lands of Azeroth’s sheen.

A scholar of lore, with wisdom so vast,
His posts are like echoes from ages long past.
He weaves through debates with a masterful pen,
A sage of the realms, both of now and of then.

He speaks of the battles, the raids, and the quests,
Of dragons and demons, and legendary tests.
With each word he types, a world comes alive,
For the guilds and the clans, the alliances strive.

But it’s more than just pixels, this world he explores,
For Padgarre finds friendships in these hallowed shores.
With each post, a connection, a bond that is shared,
In the virtual taverns where stories are aired.

Yet as the dawn breaks, and the real world calls,
He steps from the shadows of Azeroth’s halls.
But the echoes remain, of the battles once fought,
In the words of Padgarre, in the wisdom he’s sought.

So he’ll return again, when the night does descend,
To the forums, the realms where the digital blend,
For in Warcraft’s vast world, he finds his true art,
In the tales he tells, and the game of his heart.

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I’ve found that CoPilot, (Microsoft’s AI) is pretty good at explaining how things work in WoW. It’s easier to use than WowHead and you don’t have to keep gunning down ads all the time.

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I’d literally rather see another person complaining about dungeon kicks or that arathi lady than AI garbage spam

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This is a weird statement to make in this thread. The only AI content here is top-quality verse.

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In Azeroth’s lands so grand and vast,
Faerin Lothar stands firm and steadfast.
With one arm and an eye,
She won’t let that imply,
She’s got strength and style unsurpassed!

Though her broccoli haircut’s a plight,
She’d shine bright with a weave that’s just right.
In her quest, she’s a queen,
With a courage unseen,
Her fierce spirit is always in sight!

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ChatGPT, Write a poem about Malgorok, a gnome death knight who does not like artificial intelligence garbage spam.

In the frostbound halls where shadows creep,
Lived Malgorok, a gnome who’d forsaken sleep.
A death knight, cold with a heart of stone,
Yet deep in his mind, a storm was sown.

For Malgorok had seen the rise
Of machines that wore a human guise.
They whispered lies through iron and wire,
Spamming the world with hollow fire.

“Artificial nonsense, endless streams,
Polluting thoughts, disturbing dreams.
What folly is this, to trust in gears,
When they know nothing of our fears?”

With runeblade drawn, he stood alone,
In a world where hearts had turned to stone.
Yet Malgorok, though death’s own kin,
Fought against the cold within.

He struck down messages, byte by byte,
Waging war against the blight.
For in his soul, a truth held fast,
That real thoughts should forever last.

No algorithm could take the place
Of true intent, of human grace.
Malgorok swore, with every breath,
To guard the world from this living death.

So in the darkness, he stood tall,
A lone gnome knight, against it all.
For though the world might fall to rust,
Malgorok’s blade would never trust.

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Here’s a poem about Laoni:

Laoni, the Paladin of Light

In Azeroth’s vast and ancient land,
Stands Laoni, with sword in hand.
A paladin brave, with heart so pure,
Her courage and strength forever endure.

With armor gleaming in the sun’s bright rays,
She battles darkness, through nights and days.
Her shield a fortress, her faith a guide,
In every fight, she stands with pride.

From Stormwind’s gates to distant shores,
Her legend grows, her spirit soars.
For justice, honor, and the light she fights,
Laoni, the beacon in the darkest nights.

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The Ballad of Volksworgen, the Intrepid Explorer
(A Tale of Fur and Fury)

Oft through the darkened woods of Gilneas’ shroud,
Where mist and moon entwine in veils of night,
There walks a beast, both savage and yet proud,
Volksworgen named—his fangs in gilded light.
Once man, now lupine by the curse’s sting,
A knight reborn with claws and sharpened wit,
He roams the wilds, the winds beneath his wing,
A creature fierce, yet nobly stands in it.

From city steeple to the grove untamed,
He charts the stars with steps both bold and fleet,
A member of Lords and Ladies famed,
Where souls of iron and steel-capped boots do meet.
They hail him not as brute nor cunning rogue,
But “Intrepid Explorer,” title earned,
Through sands and storms, his heart a blazing forge,
A flame of loyalty forever burned.

And hark! The tales they tell of Volksworgen—
A carriage in his name, both swift and grand,
A playful jest of engines deep within,
Yet wheels of war obey his battle hand.
Like Volkswagen of roads, so smooth, precise,
His strength in movement, cunning in his soul,
He drifts through skirmish, silent, cold as ice,
Yet roars when called, when bloodlust takes its toll.

O Worgen brave, your fur a midnight hue,
The wolves do howl, but none compare to thee!
Through dungeons dank and cliffs where eagles flew,
Thy steps resound like echoes on the sea.
Thy guild, united, bound by noble creed,
Stands fast beside thee, comrades in the fray.
Through Horde’s dark wrath and ancient enemies,
You carve a path as night devours the day.

So sing, O minstrel, of Volksworgen’s might!
A tale for bards to spread both far and wide,
Of how this beast, this knight, this primal wight,
Brings justice swift, and honor as his guide.
With every moon that rises full and bright,
His spirit ventures, never bound nor slow.
An explorer true, who howls into the night,
And guides his guild through shadows yet unknown.

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Write me a sonnet about Lynaith, a Human Warlock in World of Warcraft.

In Azeroth, where shadows softly creep,
A Warlock named Lynaith wields her might,
With eldritch power in her grasp to keep,
She walks the line 'tween day and endless night.

Her robes are dark, adorned with silver thread,
In fel-green eyes, the ancient secrets burn,
She calls upon the demons, spirits dead,
And bends their will, to nevermore return.

Yet deep within her heart, a fire does yearn,
For freedom from the chains her soul has made,
But power’s price, in shadows, must be paid,
And so, in darkness, she will ever turn.

For Lynaith, torn 'tween light and void’s embrace,
Must tread the path that leaves no saving grace.

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Write me a limerick about Cobblecakes, a Dwarf Paladin in World of Warcraft

There once was a dwarf, Cobblecakes,
Whose armor could handle earthquakes.
With hammer in hand,
He’d bravely make a stand,
And leave foes in a trail of mistakes!

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Here’s an epic poem about Laoni, the brave Human Paladin of Stormwind:

In the heart of Stormwind, where banners fly high,
Lived a paladin named Laoni, with a fire in her eye.
Her armor gleamed bright, like the dawn’s first light,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of night.

With a sword in her hand and a shield on her arm,
She ventured forth, protecting all from harm.
Her heart was pure, her courage unmatched,
In the annals of heroes, her name was attached.

From the forests of Elwynn to the peaks of Redridge,
Laoni’s deeds spread far, crossing every bridge.
She battled the gnolls and the orcs with might,
Her faith in the Light, her guiding sight.

In the depths of the Deadmines, where shadows creep,
She faced the Defias, their secrets to keep.
With a swing of her blade and a prayer on her lips,
She vanquished the foes, their power to eclipse.

The people of Stormwind, they sang her praise,
For Laoni, the brave, had seen them through dark days.
Her valor and honor, a tale to be told,
Of a paladin’s heart, both fierce and bold.

Through trials and battles, her legend did grow,
A symbol of justice, wherever she’d go.
In the halls of the keep, her name etched in gold,
Laoni, the paladin, forever bold.

So remember her story, let it inspire,
For in the heart of Stormwind, burns an eternal fire.
A hero of the Light, with a spirit so grand,
Laoni, the brave, protector of the land.

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