GPT-2 again
So more AI text generation, trained on Deadwater (the 40K-so-far of sequel/follow-on to Deadfall). And since only 2 of you have read what I've got so far (shoutout to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myrialux and yhlee), it might not be as funny to you as it is to me.
I love this section and plan on swiping parts of it for something one day:
And this one noted that Belnesse has a harbor crater, and that the Leonati family have an artifact collection, and gleefully smashed them together:
Sheer nonsense here, but it's sheer nonsense that has the cadence of Burn's speech. (Burn being the washed-up mercenary that's one of the two POVs.)
I love this sentence. It has zero relevance to Deadwater but I totally want to use it in something one day.
And then there's just random-ass nonsense.
I see it's really taken Burn's speech patterns to heart.
This one could be used in Deadwater...except it isn't.
myrialux and yhlee), it might not be as funny to you as it is to me.I love this section and plan on swiping parts of it for something one day:
No one else had complained, and neither had Esoteric Alliance. Esoteric Alliance paid for Calli to do so, as was due. Calli made no secret of the fact that she was an Occultist, and as such, tended to her study and shrine as much as she could. She collected scrapes from the outside, bit at books, looked for esoteric artifacts in patches of the damp, and wrote about her research. She was particularly fond of the way it examined her scars, writing of her discoveries and reactions to light and dark, smells, sounds, and influences. She found many of the same influences as her regular study subjects, although she’d noticed that some of them had changed patterns and moved in two-dimensional space.
And this one noted that Belnesse has a harbor crater, and that the Leonati family have an artifact collection, and gleefully smashed them together:
You can see the crater that once held the Leonati artifact collection here below, with its fine stone and polished wood panniers. The crater rim is about three times as deep as the harbor crater and has a good number of caves that allow the sea life to multiply.”
Sheer nonsense here, but it's sheer nonsense that has the cadence of Burn's speech. (Burn being the washed-up mercenary that's one of the two POVs.)
Touched the back of his coat a bit, to keep from coughing. Still didn't know what to say. Felt that like a taunt. "I'm afraid I can fix that." Turned to the table, handed on a stack. Samuel sat behind the counter, thin-framed figures with long swords drawn. Burn drew his finger through a puddle of wine on the wooden surface, sweeping his hand over the brim. “Breech, I expect, fills the water well. Ought to ask about that. Mercifully it doesn't boil off in the bucket behind the counter.”
I love this sentence. It has zero relevance to Deadwater but I totally want to use it in something one day.
In the darkness beyond the narrow curving gate, the tall, stout woman turned to Davosto and said, “I’m not listening to him. I’m going to show you.”
And then there's just random-ass nonsense.
“I am happy to hear it. The current state of the College is, I believe, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very endocrine. I have no doubt that my work will be much-needed and that it will be, once and for all, one of the most important and respected academic fields in the entire College.”
“I want to see your mother.”
“She’s been staring at me for weeks. I can see her out of the harbor.”
The house she chose to stay in was one of those things that cheap, easygoing people would flock to if given the chance, but cheap people tended to be sailors, and she was far from alone in that.
Menzo laughed. “It’s a private establishment, and I hold no ill will.”
“You shouldn’t be. You’re a woman who sits on the Council, not a premier. You’ll be surprised how little influence your peers have. I’d be able to assign a woman my love, but…?”
“Menzo, I can’t give you a blank moment.”
“I can’t give you a choice. You are overqualified to be head of the Azaglia, and you have been for many years. I will not discuss further during the appointment.
Welcome back to my newest book! CALLI’S ANTI-PIECES…NOT HARD?
The mercenary Guildman, sitting at a table next to Calli, stood up. “We’re your new enemy, Philadelphino. Need you bring something home with you to dinner tonight, because I’m not going to glim’treet you and I won’t marry you.”
The Sebalasco Gela is a long-range, conventional cannon that was introduced in Belnesse in early 2001. It was introduced into service in late spring of that year, and remained so until the introduction of the newest version of the Battlemaster Guildhouse.
“Burn’s Remnant Over, Burn Is Remaining Appliedly Resilient, Despite The Curse, Still Refuses To Be Cured, Still Has Closest Look At The Carved Lines And The Stars And The Town Cakes And The Moon.”
Last time I checked, the people who lived near Belnesse parlayed noble blood and fortune into merchants, academics, and even a little sleight of hander, marrying folk into jobs and getting government contracts was no good either. Guild politics were mostly tied up in Guild politics, but if a couple on the outside got too close to a power that they didn’t want, or if their alliance with a powerful household came under attack, they’d be sent to the gallows a moment later.
I see it's really taken Burn's speech patterns to heart.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck more.
“Sheepshit. Fuck.” The woman behind the counter, a merc Guildman, was a particular hoot to her. “Sheepshit. You’re the worst.”
This one could be used in Deadwater...except it isn't.
“Lamilli and I are close. I know many ways in which he and his family are making a fortune.”
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