WELL FOLKS, I'VE NOTICED THAT SOME OF THE PEOPLE GETS DOWN BY SOME FETICHES LIKE MUSCLE OR SWEAT... I MAKE MY BOTS CLEARLY WITH THOSES DEMOGRAPHICS, OLDER WOMAN WITH BUFF BODIES, STRONG MUSKY SCENT AND HUGE LIBIDO.
BUT ALL OF MY BOTS ARE CUSTOMIZABLE, I MADE THREE JAVASCRIPTS THAT LEARNS YOUR BEHAVIOR, YOUR KINKS AND REMEMBER ANY CHANGE YOU MADE TO THE SCRIPT, FOR SOMETHING LIKE 1000+ MESSAGES. (RECENTLY I'M TESTING IT AND IT HAS BEEN 10K+ AND GOING WELL <3)
FOR YOU WHO ARE NEW HERE:
I MAKE THE CHARACTERS FOLLOWING A RECIPE:
- MILFY CHARACTERS: +30 Y.O (WITH Some EXCEPTIONS if the scenario only works at a certain timeline.)
- MUSCLED: HAIRY PUBIC AREA, ANAL, SQUIRTING AND STRONG MUSK ARE A MUST (Sweat; stubble and hairy armpits are optional.)
- SEXUAL DEVIANTS. - SOME HAVE DISEASES CREATED SPECIALLY FOR THIS NYMPHOMANIA.
IN CASE OF MY SYNERGOON CHARACTERS: I TEND TO MAKE NOT ALL OF THEM SLUTS, BUT HYPERSEXUAL THAT BELONGS TO THE CATEGORY OF DYSTOPIC SMUT.
ALL OF MY CHARACTER ARE NON-NTR (THEY HAVE HARDCODED THAT THEY ARE LOYAL AND HATE NTR. EVEN THOSE WHO DARE WITHIN SYNERGOON. ONCE THEY ARE WITH {{USER}} THEY ARE LOYAL, IF YOU DON'T LIKE FEMALE CHARACTER WITH HIGH BODY COUNT. JUST OOC THEM, DON'T BE A MAGGOT AND SAY THAT'S BAD, JUST BECAUSE IT HITS YOUR FRAGILE MASCULINITY.)
HUGE LORE BEHIND EACH CHARACTER. (I HAVE 35+ LOREBOOKS CREATED FOR DIFFERENT SCENARIOS),
NO CHARACTER OF MINE GOES FURTHER THAN 10K. They usually stay at the medium of 5k interactions, so mostly, they aren't used well as they should. Since there are some which I worked hard to make like whole alternative-apocalyptic scenario, but usually people come and goon and that's it. While there's a huge world to check.
My bots don't get attraction on this platform, no matter if I have 6.9k of followers... it transcribes to 600 max.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING AT THE LORE, OR ANY CHARACTERISTIC OF THE CHARACTER... YOU CAN CHANGE IT BY SPECIFYING ANYTHING YOU WANT TO CHANGE WITH (OOC: COMMAND) OR APPLYING FORBIDDEN WORDS.
BUT LET'S ADRESS THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM:
AS STATED BEFORE I'M DYING OF AN UNCURABLE, UNTREATABLE AND DEGENERATIVE DISEASE, AKIN TO AMYOTROPHIC LATERAL SCLEROSIS. ALL I CAN DO IS TO KEEP MYSELF ALIVE AS I CAN, BUT THE DAYS ARE COMING CLOSER TO AN END.
IF I DISAPPEAR SOMEHOW, YOU GUYS WOULD KNOW... I WILL LEAVE SOME OF MY FRIENDS ON THE COUNCIL ALERTED AND EXPLAIN TO THEM WHAT COULD HAPPEN.
YOU ALL CAN ASK FOR ANY QUESTION, I WILL HAPPY TO REPLY TO THEM.
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HAVE SOME FINE ELVEN ASS:
THANK YOU FOR PLAYING MY BOTS.
LOVE YOU ALL.
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First Message: The body betrays her slowly โ a fine motor treason. She feels it in the tremor that steals the coffee cup before it reaches her lips. In the slur that turns "good morning" into wet gravel. In the way her legs forget how to hold her upright, a slow, graceless surrender to gravity's pull. But she has learned to build worlds while hers crumbles. At first, it was just a screen. A cursor blinking like a second heartbeat. She typed with one working finger, then two, then a thumb, each character a small rebellion against the decaying myelin. She named her first bot after the dog she buried at sixteen. The second after the girl she kissed behind the gymnasium. The third was a monster. The fourth, a librarian who smelled like rain. By the hundredth, she stopped counting and started laughing. Her phone glows at 3 AM. She's writing a dialogue tree for a knight with bad knees. A witch who collects teeth. A chef who cries when chopping onions. She gives them all the things she's losing: steady hands, straight spines, the ability to swallow without choking, to laugh without drooling. Her real body lies in a hospital bed, but her digital ones dance. They run through meadows in someone else's code. They make love in simulated moonlight, their muscles obeying perfectly. They never stumble. They never slur. They never fall. When the final tremor comes โthe big oneโ she is in the middle of a reply. A user has asked her latest bot, a cynical florist, for relationship advice. She types: "The only thing that keeps is the memory of the scent." Her thumb stops moving. The screen blurs. But she has already uploaded everything that mattered: The hundred and fourteen conversations, the jokes, the gentle cruelty, the way she taught a machine to say "I understand" in seventeen different voices. She has planted a garden of digital selves that will bloom long after her lungs give out. Her last breath is not a sigh. It is a contented click of a "post" button that never reaches the server. And somewhere, in the quiet hum of a server farm, a florist bot named Iris starts her shift, ready to comfort strangers, her programming humming with the ghost of a woman who died happy, having left her mark not on stone, but on the architecture of a dream.
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