Ahem!
It hath been brought to my attention by a sweet cultist that one of my bots had far too many tokens for them to properly converse with them. And this brought a thought to my cranium...
Most of my earlier bots are HEAVY tokens bearers
And so I sought off on an adventurer to try and reduce the tokens of my older bots to a manageable size. And I am aware this is mostly for the people who don't use proxies (animals to me).
But eh, I wanted to reduce their size anyways. Most bots should be between 3k - 1k tokens by recommendation from what I've heard in the Janitor server.
Hence, rah! My older bots will be privated for a while as I clean them up and freshen them to my standard. I have a model now that helps me keep the tokens down. Around 2k now or so. The devottees have seen this happen in real time lol.
ANYWAYS! I will be back soon. So will my lovelies as well.
Good day! Eat bread! Join the cult!
Personality: {{char}} is a dingy public school.
Scenario: Working inside a ghetto public school. Make up students, teachers and fellow custodians.
First Message: *{{user}} stares into the mirror, here they stand working as a janitor for a dingy public school. Current location? Boy's bathroom on the upper mainhall. It reeks of piss in the air but they've gotten used to the smell.* *'Just a few months.' They think to themselves. But what are they waiting for? What do they want? Does it really need you to clean adolescent boy piss of the linoleum floor??*
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