The ai is really fun. If you want you can even ask it questions like the meaning of life, the universe and everything else or the mythical story of lfg shaman using blood lust in a way that can go completely off the walls with tax vampires and all sorts of zany stuff lol.
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Khadgar shouted “Faster!”, summoning a massive surge of power that sent the Death Knight careening into the sea and sending it spinning through the air. The ground beneath them split apart, sending a massive wave crashing down, and Khadgar fell into the water, his cloak soaked from the water and his magic nearly exhausted. He struggled to breathe, but the pressure on his body continued to build, and he had nowhere to go.
The Death Knight heard a sound he recognized as “fistbump”, and he turned, to see Jaina’s hands clamped around his neck. He fought desperately, but his body was being held too tightly, and the pain was too great. The mage released him, and he began to swim towards her, his eyes full of worry. “What’s wrong?” she cried.
“I have a plan,” Khadgar replied. “You will be able to see it when I return.”
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The new world of Azeroth is almost here, and the world’s first mortal has arrived. Tyrande Whisperwind, a member of the night elf druidic order, has a secret: she is a demon. After being sent on a dangerous mission to Azeroth’s surface, Tyrande and her companions are trapped. But when a band of demon hunters led by a powerful warlock, Illidan Stormrage, emerges from the Twisting Nether and strikes at the Alliance, Malfurion Stormrage and Tyrande must stop him and find a way back to Stormwind.
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The current story makes so much more sense now.
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I don’t like where this one is going…
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Welp I tried and I can say battle of lordaeron took a very different change… 
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Anduin and Sylvanas made out over the romantic blight light, didn’t they? 
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Something of the sort 
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This was an old story for Sylvanas but after a little bit of reflection she realized that it wasn’t too hard to convince her old enemy. Sylvanas had always loved Arthas for his devotion and the way he had always protected her, always looking out for her and taking her in. Even though they’d not been on speaking terms, he still protected her from the very beginning. Even when he killed the Scourge she still called him her friend. And then he betrayed her! He killed her allies, his own people, when she was right there. How could he be so cold and uncaring?
She wanted to tell him, to apologize, but Sylvanas wasn’t good at apologizing. She was just happy to have one of her old enemies back in her life. So she just smiled. He was back. And she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Part 2
Arthas, as a young, innocent young man, was very fond of the night sky. He spent many a day watching it from his window in the keep, but Sylvanas never did. She never liked the way it made her look. She would sit up in bed at night, and imagine the stars, the darkening heavens, the white wings of the night. She longed to be a star. She longed for the beauty of the night sky to take her away from the stench of the sewers and the screams of her people. So, when the night was finally over, Sylvanas looked to her husband’s new bride, and said:
“I think we ought to try it out.”
She and Arthas went to one of the city gates, and Arthas threw himself through. He landed on the roof, and the night air was cool on his naked skin. He looked out over the city, and saw it all. The city, the dark shadows cast by the rooftops, the city’s stone buildings, its dark streets, the people—he could make out every detail. As he looked more closely, however, he could not make out the faces.
“Sylvanas,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for you,” she replied. “I think I saw you. You look like yourself. I want to see if you’re still alive.”
“You’re crazy,” he replied.
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Grinning smugly, Sylvanas waved her hand, which caused the guards to stumble back and fall down. Then she reached out with her other hand, which had become red with the blood of the fallen.
“My children, we must leave. The orcs will soon learn the error of their ways and we must leave this place now!”
They were quickly forced to retreat and the guards immediately began to panic. They began to chant, calling for reinforcements.
“Sylvanas…! It is not safe here!”
“We have a mission to accomplish here. We cannot go back to Lordaeron and face our fate.”
“Sylvanas! We must do what must be done!”
“Please, Sylvanas… You must go. We have no other way. We have nothing left to live for.”
“You will have nothing left to live for. Our lives are over.”
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Sylvanas yelped as the fire lynx druid unleashed her Fireball on the mage.
“I don’t have mana, I can’t cast,” Sylvanas said as the fireball scorched her, “I have no choice.”
“I don’t have mana either,” Genn said.
The mage blinked. “Are you two the same class?”
The rest of the group was in an uproar. “No!” they all yelled. “No! We can’t win this!”
Genn raised his hand to his head. “I’m sorry.”
“No.”
“I’m sorry.”
The rest of the group was silenced and just stared at Genn in silence. Genn stared back. “Please tell me you’re sorry,” he said.
The group was stunned. “What?” they asked.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “but if you had all fought together, then i would not have your sorry.” He cried.
Genn walked away. He walked up to a group of fighters and sat on their heads. He looked them in the eyes. “I’ll leave you to it. You’ll be better tomorrow.”
Then they left, and a second later, Genn’s mother walked in. She was a nice woman, dressed up in an expensive looking red suit. She had short, blonde hair and a nice figure. “Sylvanas you are bad, i have come to eat you” Sylvanas cried for she was dead but not dead and felt sorry for her sandwiches. Then after she died she became dead and cried as Sylvanas mourned her for she was Hagrid now.
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So this was generated by putting in nothing but “Turalyon”…
Turalyon: I’m sorry?
Darnassus Rexxar: I am.
Turalyon: I will never leave you.
Turalyon: My life, my home…
Turalyon: Is all that matters.
Darnassus Rexxar: Sob
Darnassus Rexxar: It’s like that with us too.
Darnassus Rexxar: Just… don’t… leave me.
Turalyon: I will never leave you, either.
Turalyon: Your life… is everything.
Darnassus Rexxar: Sniff sniff
Darnassus Rexxar: Your love… your kindness… sniff sniff
Turalyon: I’ll miss you, you know that.
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I, uh… I think I broke it.
Baine Bloodhoof )
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Let me try that again…
Baine Bloodhoof : I have never felt this way before.
Tyrande Whisperwind: Why do you say that?
Baine Bloodhoof: Because the thought of it scares me.
Tyrande Whisperwind: I’m sorry?
Baine Bloodhoof: I said… it’s a little frightening.
Tyrande Whisperwind: I’m sorry?
Baine Bloodhoof: I said… it’s a little frightening.
Tyrande Whisperwind: I’m sorry?
Baine Bloodhoof: I said… it’s a little frightening.
Tyrande Whisperwind: I’m sorry?
Baine Bloodhoof: I said… it’s a little frightening.
Tyrande Whisperwind: sighs
Baine Bloodhoof: It’s not that bad, actually. Not that bad
Amazing.
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It likes to get stuck in loops occasionally, I got this earlier:
"A curious specimen to be sure," Jaina said as she inspected the foreign object. “It’s almost like a cross between a sword, spear and bow.”
“A blade with a bow? That’s odd,” the dwarf observed. “I think the word used for these things is ‘swords’.”
“They’re just called swords for the most part,” Jaina answered. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not deadly weapons.”
The two women stared at the strange weapon.
“What do you think?” Jaina asked.
“I don’t know,” said the dwarf. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” said the elf, now more interested.
The two sat in silence for a time, staring at the sword.
“You don’t know?” Jaina said. “We just talked about this, and you said you don’t know? So that means there’s something you don’t know?”
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I just love to write weird things for the AI to complete 
"Sylvanas ate a lemon and ate the berries, both were eaten to bring her life back to life and restore her sanity, the two fruits restore her mental state and she has a memory of the time she drank the juice from the lemon and was able to remember where she was.
Sylvanas went to help Jaina Proudmoore and was attacked by Taretha’s knights, and later fought against the Dark Irons and their leader, Jaina’s mother Arlene. While fighting against the Dark Irons Sylvanas’ eyesight was partially gone, and she had to rely on her magic and the healing abilities of her elven friends and her dragon riders to fight back the Dark Irons.
Taretha and her men were able to break through Sylvanas’ defenses to reach the courtyard where the battle was taking place. Sylvanas was forced to use her dark magic to turn her dragon rider, Deathwing, against her and Sylvanas was nearly killed"
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It started so well.
And yeah, talktotransformer is a lot of fun to mess with.
A mashup of some results from repeating some stuff into talktotransformer.
She stopped their faces only a mere inch apart, her green eyes glistening with the blood that covered her.
Anduin didn’t know what to think of this new Sylvanas. She looked so different and her face so gentle that she
seemed almost to be making amends. Anduin, however, didn’t believe it for a second. In his mind, this new Sylvanas had been the one to attack and kill his father and all of his people in cold blood.This Sylvanas, she was different. The woman that led a small band of renegades. And yet, even after this most recent attack, she still looked so gentle. Anduin wasn’t sure whether he should take this woman at face value. She was a threat. He wanted to think otherwise. Sylvanas, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind.
Anduin, as he listened, began to relax. For the first time in years, he was feeling confident. And he was beginning to enjoy himself, just as he had in his past life.
“I will be here,” he said as he turned to leave. “You won’t have to worry about me for a while.”
Sylvanas nodded her head and turned away from Anduin to start searching the woods. Anduin wasn’t entirely sure if he should follow. He had been with her for the better part of two hours, and she was still not speaking to him, or at least not very often. But there were times where she would simply appear to ignore him and he knew
that she was not being very polite. He couldn’t simply ignore her.He stepped into the thick undergrowth of the forest, making his way in the direction of where she had disappeared into. Syl was a ranger and a hunter and they were not one in the same. Syl tended to be calm and collected most of the time, but sometimes it was not enough. They were not meant to be together.
Not letting him follow her. He still felt a little awkward in the light of the full moon and the warmth of his own blood, but he also felt very alone. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. The moonlight reflected off of the grass. Sylvanas turned and saw him there, sitting on a stump. She felt a surge of sympathy for him. He was probably feeling the same way. “Please,” he said. “You’ve been with me so long, I have no idea how you can stay so distant.”
Sylvanas sighed. “I’m sorry, my friend.”
She didn’t want to be so distant. But her thoughts were a constant turmoil and she had trouble staying focused. She took him by the arm. “I wish I could take you home with me. I’m glad you could come.”
The weirdest thing I think is I swear ive seen some of the text its using some where such as
“Well, we could always get lost. That sounds like fun.”
“And I could always kill you!” Sylvanas replied, laughing.
minus the kill you part.
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Sylvanas Windrunner and Jaina Proudmoore were madly in love and were enjoying their honeymoon in Silvermoon City . Sylvanas wanted to have her wedding day in the city, to celebrate her engagement to the young Jaina.
Sylvanas and Jaina made plans to meet in the capital of Quel’Thalas and to attend Jaina’s wedding ceremony, which would include a speech from the Archmage himself.
Jaina, though in love with Sylvanas, refused to let her get married in Silvermoon City. Instead she was to have her wedding in Dalaran, a city on the western coast of Quel’Thalas.
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It reminds me a lot of scribblenauts, where anything you wrote could come to life from writing ‘death’ to have Hades come out, and put him in a fight against Behemoths, monsters and Nyancat and have your imagination come to life! Although this can write just about anything. Unfortunately it seems trained on too much lol. If it ever tries to continue on a auto generated scene where anyone ever spreads out their legs on say a log in the woods to rest their feet, the next followon scene is not gonna be what you’re thinking of lol. Except for Anduin, Anduin seems to default to crying and having the lich king summoned up lol.
For reference, (and SCIENCE!) This is what happens when the AI has Anduin spread his legs.
Anduin spread out his legs, and the man in armor, he was a dwarf. He had a beard and a large, horned helm. He looked so majestic. Anduin lifted his sword, and the man in armor fell to the ground, dead.
Anduin turned to the dead dwarf, and the dwarf stood up, and he wore the golden armor again, just as he’d worn before Anduin had first met him. “What happened here?” he asked. “Who are you?”
“I am Garithos,” said Anduin, “and this is our friend, Gendry. He came here looking for you, but unfortunately it was not to be.”
“So you’re the one who’s been killing people?” asked Gendry. “But I thought that was a bad habit of your own?”
“I’ve never killed, Gendry,” said Anduin. “I’m sorry about that.”
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