Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Jan 2, 2023 17:49:07 GMT -6
Brent: I am Thwain son of Thor, son of Martot. I am a seasoned warrior who never does magic arts but who can use the Force. It is 2058 AD. It is a post-apocalyptic time. Technology is advanced in some places, backwards in others. I start out wandering by horseback across a wide plain. I am thirsty and drink out of one of two big waterskins strapped to my back.
AIDungeon: I am in a place where the ground is flat. A forest is on one side, and a high cliff on the other. I spot a small group of buildings. Brent: I nudge my horse toward the buildings to investigate. In one of the buildings I find food. It is a little stale but it is delicious and well-preserved. I move on, making my horse move faster over the wide plain away from the woods.
AIDungeon: I come across a series of hills and I begin climbing them. I get to the top and I see a small village in the distance. Brent: It has been 203 days since I have seen any humanity besides myself. My hopes are up that this village will show signs of life. When I pull into the village I am not disappointed. A dark haired, olive skinned woman hales me and I pull up to her. She is about three quarters my age, and quite strikingly beautiful.
"My father says there hasn't been a stranger in these parts in a decade. Welcome."
I dismount. "What is thy name, Miss, and are thee wed?"
"Monica Mayers, good sir, and thy damsel is yet a maid."
You think back to your now deceased wife Attican Wale. (Your last name is Wale). She was a fiery redhead. To get another chance at love....
"May I'd meet thee Father? T'would please me much."
She turns on her heel and says "Follow."
You hitch up your horse and Monica takes you to her father.
......You stay in the village for eight months, then you and Monica are joyfully wed, then take off on your journey West on the same horse together.
AIDungeon: END
You were a little young to be a father, but your wife was your soulmate. You were in love. You knew this. You wanted to believe that, but reality told a different story. Brent: At 43, you are not too young to be a father, as you were a father 10 years ago when your wife died in childbirth. Taking after the example of your father, you raised your son Georgic until he was five before a plague took him, and he was a fine young man. Taking off with Monica you come eventually to a large technically advanced city. AIDungeon: You have heard tales of it from travelers on the road. Brent: You find a niche getting a job as a builder of computer and Droid hardware and your wife Monica starts teaching music lessons. Together you make enough money to raise your four children, Anakin, Leia, Luke and Obi-Wan who turn out to be fine religious morally sound adults who have families and kids of their own. THE END
AIDungeon: Your story is complete.
Boring! Now what?
Back to the story... Brent: I have to end this story before I run out of daily turns @aidungeon.
AIDungeon: I am in a place where the ground is flat. A forest is on one side, and a high cliff on the other. I spot a small group of buildings. Brent: I nudge my horse toward the buildings to investigate. In one of the buildings I find food. It is a little stale but it is delicious and well-preserved. I move on, making my horse move faster over the wide plain away from the woods.
AIDungeon: I come across a series of hills and I begin climbing them. I get to the top and I see a small village in the distance. Brent: It has been 203 days since I have seen any humanity besides myself. My hopes are up that this village will show signs of life. When I pull into the village I am not disappointed. A dark haired, olive skinned woman hales me and I pull up to her. She is about three quarters my age, and quite strikingly beautiful.
"My father says there hasn't been a stranger in these parts in a decade. Welcome."
I dismount. "What is thy name, Miss, and are thee wed?"
"Monica Mayers, good sir, and thy damsel is yet a maid."
You think back to your now deceased wife Attican Wale. (Your last name is Wale). She was a fiery redhead. To get another chance at love....
"May I'd meet thee Father? T'would please me much."
She turns on her heel and says "Follow."
You hitch up your horse and Monica takes you to her father.
......You stay in the village for eight months, then you and Monica are joyfully wed, then take off on your journey West on the same horse together.
AIDungeon: END
You were a little young to be a father, but your wife was your soulmate. You were in love. You knew this. You wanted to believe that, but reality told a different story. Brent: At 43, you are not too young to be a father, as you were a father 10 years ago when your wife died in childbirth. Taking after the example of your father, you raised your son Georgic until he was five before a plague took him, and he was a fine young man. Taking off with Monica you come eventually to a large technically advanced city. AIDungeon: You have heard tales of it from travelers on the road. Brent: You find a niche getting a job as a builder of computer and Droid hardware and your wife Monica starts teaching music lessons. Together you make enough money to raise your four children, Anakin, Leia, Luke and Obi-Wan who turn out to be fine religious morally sound adults who have families and kids of their own. THE END
AIDungeon: Your story is complete.
Boring! Now what?
Back to the story... Brent: I have to end this story before I run out of daily turns @aidungeon.