The Last to Comment Wins

[AYM]

39 Jade Beauties

 

[JayMark]

I don't know. Have you ever heard about a great philosopher and webnovel writing saint, Nelson Goodman?

Nope. *But I'm never unwilling to learn*

*The Following Was Produced With Spongey Wet Brain Matter*

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*This post has an expiration date, as it will be moved to my anthology of random shorts.*

 

[Santaisblue]

Dogh

 

[Tempokai]

So was the story from before generated by the LLM?

Yes, and I'm wondering what's the difference between this short story and those webnovel sludge in the main site. So far, it’s all about intent lol

 

[JayMark]

Yes, and I'm wondering what's the difference between this short story and those webnovel sludge in the main site. So far, it’s all about intent lol

How many lines did you have to give it, and how many itterations before the final product?

 

[Anonjohn20]

?

 

[Tempokai]

How many lines did you have to give it, and how many itterations before the final product?

One. Try.

 

[Shiriru_B]

Yes, and I'm wondering what's the difference between this short story and those webnovel sludge in the main site. So far, it’s all about intent lol

Then holy sheep, that last bit got me hook line and sinker in the feels....

 

[Tempokai]

I'm winning currently by being a productive member of society despite bri'ish looking weather

 

[JayMark]

One. Try.

 

[Anonjohn20]

?

 

[Tempokai]

BEHOLD, THE SLOP:

Spoiler

In the bustling town of Riverview, amidst the excitement of adventurers battling dragons, heroes saving kingdoms, and epic romances unfolding in the spotlight, two humble NPCs, Anna and Tom, were quietly matched by chance.

Their first date took place in the town's smallest café, nestled quietly behind the main plaza. The conversation began tentatively.

"So, Anna, what do you do?" Tom asked shyly, sipping his tea.

"I work at the library," Anna replied softly. "What about you?"

"Oh, I help my father at the general store," Tom said quietly. "It’s not exciting. What about you? Do you like your job?"

"It's quiet and peaceful," Anna nodded. "What about you?"

Tom shrugged. "Quiet as well, I guess."

They smiled gently at each other, both wondering silently what else they could possibly say. But as time went on, each date was marked by the familiar exchange, "What about you?" Slowly, they discovered comfort in their shared mundanity. Their conversations were modest, their interactions pleasantly predictable.

Years slipped quietly by. While heroes celebrated triumphs and mourned losses loudly, Tom and Anna attended town festivals unnoticed, exchanged quiet gifts on birthdays, and whispered gentle, unnoticed promises.

On a mild spring afternoon, in a small, simple ceremony attended by a handful of friends who were equally background figures, Anna and Tom got married. The vows were succinct, filled with soft smiles and shy glances.

"Do you, Tom, take Anna as your wife?" the officiant asked gently.

"I do," Tom responded softly, looking at Anna.

"And do you, Anna, take Tom as your husband?"

"I do," Anna whispered back.

After the wedding, life continued its gentle pace. They became known in Riverview simply as the quiet couple—pleasant, always present, yet rarely noticed.

Decades later, in a cozy cottage at the edge of town, they watched from their porch as another group of adventurers rushed by.

"They look busy," Anna noted calmly.

"Indeed," Tom agreed. After a pause, he turned, smiling faintly, "Tea?"

"Yes, please," Anna replied softly. "What about you?"

He nodded warmly. "Always."

ATTEMPT 2:

Spoiler

It began quietly in the corner booth of The Rusty Tavern, a humble place where adventurers often paused between quests. Neither Clara nor Finn was particularly adventurous, both content with their roles—she a shopkeeper's assistant, he the local blacksmith’s apprentice. Their paths rarely crossed, except on nights like this, when the tavern buzzed with talk of dragons slain and kingdoms saved.

"Busy day?" Clara asked, glancing at Finn, who had quietly taken the seat opposite her, mug in hand.

"Same as always," he shrugged, smiling faintly. "And what about you?"

"Oh, nothing special," she laughed softly. "Just stacking potions, dusting shelves. You know. What about you?"

"Made horseshoes," Finn responded, nodding gently. "What about you?"

Their conversation ambled on like that, simple and repetitive, each question a soft echo of the one before. Weeks turned to months, and their quiet exchanges became a familiar hum, unnoticed by patrons swapping tales of heroics.

One evening, Clara leaned in slightly. "Do you ever think about doing something more... exciting?"

Finn considered this, fingers drumming gently on the table. "Sometimes. What about you?"

"I used to," she sighed, tracing a finger along the rim of her cup. "But then I realized I quite like the quiet. What about you?"

"I do," Finn admitted with warmth. "Quiet is nice."

They smiled at each other, settling into comfortable silence.

Time passed unnoticed, seasons shifting softly in the background of their unremarkable story. Adventurers came and went, but Clara and Finn remained, sharing quiet evenings and gentle laughter in their secluded corner. Their "what about you?" became less a question and more a comforting ritual, a dance of familiar rhythm.

One night, years later, Finn reached across the table, gently taking Clara's hand. "Ever thought about settling down?"

She squeezed his hand softly. "I have. What about you?"

"I have too," he murmured, a soft flush warming his cheeks. "With you."

She laughed lightly, eyes sparkling. "What took you so long?"

"Was waiting for you," he replied, voice quiet and sure. "What about you?"

"Just waiting for you," Clara whispered back.

Their wedding was modest, attended mostly by villagers who barely noticed the couple's long and gentle courtship. The adventurers at The Rusty Tavern raised cheerful toasts, though they struggled to recall exactly who Clara and Finn were—background faces, steady and reliable, like the furniture of the tavern itself.

Together they built a life quiet and steadfast, their "what about you?" conversations echoing gently through their cozy cottage. Years flowed into decades, and their humble love story became the silent heartbeat of the village—a background tale of warmth and quiet devotion, forever intertwined in soft whispers and knowing glances, unnoticed by heroes but treasured deeply by the two who lived it.

I recommend not reading it. Really. Don't open unless you want to see the literal interpretation of my prompt. I used the basic version of LLM, incognito, and it fucking shows. Either I made my personalized LLM so good that it can make art with my intent or it's the LLM without instructions sucks so much and that's why the LLM generated stories are so trash in the main website and in "Story Feedback" section of the forum. The prompt was "Write a story where the two npcs go to date, ask each other "what about you" many times and somehow managed to get married years later, creating the most background couple out there" and my LLM took it miles and ACTUALLY FINISHED THE DAMN THEME while this basic LLM did nothing. Pathethic.

 

[JayMark]

It reads like some of the stories I read when I first discovered writing sites thanks to a friend. And I'm not ashamed to say I was fooled by the first couple and thought a human was writing it until pattern recognition started to make feel something was off.

 

[ElijahRyne]

I am winning currently.

 

[Tempokai]

It reads like some of the stories I read when I first discovered writing sites thanks to a friend. And I'm not ashamed to say I was fooled by the first couple and thought a human was writing it until pattern recognition started to make feel something was off.

Intent + constraints = actual creative direction. Because LLM has no constraints, it chooses the path of the least resistance. When there's thousands upon thousands upon thousands of tones, styles, etc to choose from, it always will be in the middle of choosing. Which means everything will be neutral, and no amount of tweaking will help the output. When there's constraints, as in who's the story for, what specific tone is chosen from which you can't deviate, what framework is used, and so on, naturally LLM want to strive to the top, because there's actual limits of quality you can achieve. And because striving to those limitations of language without sucking is inherently creative, it makes art, art. That's why LLM is a tool, not the replacement of the writer. If you replace that intent with zero limitations, you'll get the attempt 2, not the first story.

I should make thesis out of this lol

 

[Navillus]

48 nya-nya~

 

[JayMark]

Intent + constraints = actual creative direction. Because LLM has no constraints, it chooses the path of the least resistance. When there's thousands upon thousands upon thousands of tones, styles, etc to choose from, it always will be in the middle of choosing. Which means everything will be neutral, and no amount of tweaking will help the output. When there's constraints, as in who's the story for, what specific tone is chosen from which you can't deviate, what framework is used, and so on, naturally LLM want to strive to the top, because there's actual limits of quality you can achieve. And because striving to those limitations of language without sucking is inherently creative, it makes art, art. That's why LLM is a tool, not the replacement of the writer. If you replace that intent with zero limitations, you'll get the attempt 2, not the first story.

I should make thesis out of this lol

Gonna be honest, kind of feel like I can't compete without using this or learning how to use it. Maybe it would be like sticking to a typewriter when everyone else is using word processors.

 

[Tempokai]

I'm winning currently by being enlightened during lunch break

 

[JayMark]

I'm wining by being enlightened and darkened simultaneously.

 

[ElijahRyne]

I am currently winning.