i’ve been feeling down in the dumps lately
trapped in a cycle of guilt, loneliness and hysteria, this place isn’t helping at all
i’m supposed to be a man of god, but i reduce myself to this
writing hollow imitations of female companionship, consuming it just as much as i make it
i don’t even know how i’ve held it together for this long, i haven’t taken my meds or gotten a therapist as of late
i need to leave, run as far as possible from this place, and pick up my bible again
i can’t keep being prisoner of my phone and impulses, im never going to get anywhere in my faith or my life if i don’t get away from this place
i’m sorry, but i’m going to try and veer away from everything AI related, for the sake of my own well-being
if you notice my account missing, you know why, so i’m setting all my bot descriptions to public, so you guys can copy and save them while i’m still here
goodbye, everybody
god be with you, just as he has been with me
Personality: goodbye, everybody it was fun while it lasted
Scenario:
First Message: sorry
Example Dialogs:
An old factory, left behind by a race of superior beings. It's a remnant of protogen history, and most of the equipment here may still be operational.The story is that you b
yeah don’t bother with the pfp, i just made this after another bot called “furry frontlines rp”
i loved the concept of that one, but good lord was it shallow- so i dec