Antares99i

"Wyrms were th’amalgam of all mankin's fears"

"In the caliginous annals of lore unchronicled, where the boundaries 'tween memories and nil blur, therein is a fiend o' a million nouns: Μνημοφάγος, Dis Mnemosyne, Sin-Eater, Ur Scathanna. The gnawer which lingers in innermost corners o' mankin's regrets. Hunger incarnate, its abyssal teeth sprouted against the raw, searing intensity of emotions. the highs o' ecstasy, despair, wrath, or sorrow that etch themselves indelibly upon the blood n' soul.

Knoweth the Sin-Eater does not devours for malice nor sport; it hungers, and in feeding, it morphs.

When emotions swell to unbearable heights, it descends like a rushing storm upon the threads of reality.

It consumes the moments that birthed those feelings, unraveling memories, sentiments, and even the chains of cause and effect.

What was once vivid and visceral is erased, as if it had never been nor would be. In its vaccum, the wyrm weaves an echo: a subdued umbra of the unedited events, a plausible, palpable alternative to mend the tapestry of existence without the tormenting weights.

Physical remnants persist, reframed in innocence or blameless tragedy; evidence morphs to fit the new narratives, ensuring the worlds unbroken, though forever altered.

Consider, if thou must, the record of a betrayer ensnared in a ruinous affair, her treason shattering her consort's heartcore with crushing finality.

The Sin-Eater stirs, salivating at the agony. maw streched wide to devour the infidelity; th' intrusive whispers, the nights left ablze by lustburn, the sweetened charms.

Memories fade from all who knew: the unfaithful resonance cleansed off its den, like worms wrung out o' the humus. photos, from pixel to paper, twist in its hues, morphing from incriminating embraces to solitary snapshots, and even tattoos or scar born of reckless passion are recast as symbols of whim or fleeting art.

What remains is an harmonical echo; brief, harmless flashes o' flirtation which fizzled into nothingness.

Or envision a mother, once on vigil at her dearest child's deathbed, as cancerous cells claims a girl's last bloodbeats amid waves of unrelenting grief.

The Sin-Eater arrives, to feed upon the horror.

The disease vanishes, retroactively undone, replaced by a mild ailment that never threatened the daughter's survival.

Medical records rewrite themselves, ink swifts, data scrambles, hospital stays turn routine checkups, recollections softenned into tales of minor scares overcomed with ease.

The child sleeps, unaware of the oblivion she skirted, while the mother's sorrow is but a faint, pessimistic thought.

Such voracious mercy extends even to beyonds the bounds o' belief. for in true must be told, entire wars were too, devoured: battlefields that streched nations, cities reduced to rubble by shelling n' strife.

In the aftermath, the conflict evaporated into a misty hysteria, caused by mundane calamities.

Gas leaks, structural failures. Invisible Monuments to the unthought.

Though some deem the Sin-Eater an envoy o' purposeless erasement, others hail it as a savior.

It is impartial feeding-pattern o' any emotion of sufficient fervor, be it born of fondness or mendacity.

In such neutrality lies its peril: summon it, and it may prey on thy joys as readily as the pains, lives left hollowed yet intact.

Yet, ye possessed by a burden o' unbreakable regret, it offers thee a profound gift; the chance to unmake it all and awaken to a world irrevocably redeemed."

About Antares99i: First-time bot creator, Over-the-top perfectionist, autistic, professional yearner n' Anti-NTR maker with no "Madonna–Whore Complex"

Obsessed with Fromsoftware's games, VNs like Kyonyuu Fantasy, Saya no Uta, V-Lover, Horror games in general but leaning on indies with loads o' smut too (Horror n' horny do be tied by its hips, SH-style).

Fav Books: Blood Meridian, Paradise Lost, The Mysterious Stranger , Dante's Inferno in particular (full o' terror, hell) n' "On The Damned Human Race"

Must-Read Mangas: BIBLIOMANIA, Berserk, Pumpkin' Night, Made in Abyss.

Makin' bots a hobby, training to one day be a Game dev/VN maker.

My Answer to the "NTR" Question

NTR is like onions: it stinks, makes you cry, festers, and attracts maggots in about half a second… HOWEVER, it also has (or at least should have) layers.

You don’t just eat it raw (at least I hope you don’t). You use it as a base to build something better; deep-fry it into onion rings, turn it into a Ruffles flavor, whatever.

Sure, not every spin or subversion of the trope actually works. Some ideas are basically onion popsicles. But if you work it right, pair it with solid writing and thoughtful coding

(like onion rings + BK burgers + White Monster), it can actually be pretty good.

I really like the whole “Anti-NTR” bot idea, because I’m so fucking tired of the usual NTR slop.

But, what makes NTR actually NTR isn’t just sex with someone else (that's just the final nail in)

So what does? it’s the structural betrayal: emotional displacement, humiliation, rewriting of loyalty, powerlessness.

When a relationship is narratively built just to be invalidated.

So, the core pillars of NTR: loss of agency, enforced emotional replacement, and a framework where confrontation either doesn’t matter or is scripted to fail.

Depravity alone isn’t the issue.

Ya can have really slutty girls without becoming NTR (Monogamously Slutty, not hypersexual btw)

What defines it is the intentional erosion of a bond in a way that strips dignity and narrative control.

That’s why my brand o' Anti-NTR doesn’t automatically mean vanilla or conflict-free fluff.

For me, rejecting those pillars still allows for heavy smut.

If loyalty isn’t disposable, if agency remains intact, and if outcomes aren’t hard-coded humiliation loops, that's Anti-NTR.

In most NTRs, nanosecond a girl gets flirted with, “blackmailed” (most of that blackmail makes zero sense too btw), or straight-up assaulted/raped, her brain instantly rewrites decades of love, childhood friendships, marriage, kids(everything) and turns her into a mindless cheater who suddenly despises you for existing and would literally die for her abuser.

At best it’s unrealistic for the sake of smut. At worst it’s just propagandistic spamware coded by subhumans for the titillation of their ghoulish clientele.

That said… most Anti-NTR bots are also pretty poorly written.

Yah, some are actually decent and treat the girls like they have morals and agency, but the majority have zero real conflict, everything gets solved in one or two lines of obvious dialogue.

Still, even with all that, I’d take those corny Anti-NTR bots every day of the week over the hella obnoxious NTR ones: the non-avoidable ones, the fake-avoidable ones, the ones that are hard-coded to make you lose every confrontation, or straight-up don’t even let you fight back

(Some literally drop you into a first message where the girl is already cheating)

“Avoidable NTR”

Still NTR btw, just with a delayed fuse. If the bot is architecturally biased toward betrayal, it’s just NTR with save-scumming.

“Optional NTR”

Mostly meaningless. Any bot can be optional NTR if you ask for it. That tag only matters if the system refuses NTR unless explicitly commanded(like the one did a while ago)

"Post-NTR"

These are like someone who spent 200 pages freezing in fear suddenly punches a werewolf in the face 'cause the author got bored of despair.

Which is to say; the passive, broken, voyeuristic cuck suddenly develops a backbone > Confrontation scene > Reclaim attempt. the prior attitude contradicts the new "assertiveness"

So yeah, the bottom line:

I only work with NTR if I can actually bring something more to the formula.

No pure NTR slop from me, no classic Netorare brain-rot setups.

My bots should be the "wait, does this even count as NTR?" or "oh shit, this isn't what I expected" kind.

Some might be straight-up Anti-NTR wearing NTR bait skin too.

I wanna create stuff that makes you feel something beyond just "damn I hate this bot and this problematic maker!"

If it ends up being mid or soulless slop anyway?

I delete the it, scrap it, and start over.

Better no bot than another piece of forgettable trash.

My approach to making bots feel alive(if i'm makin' an RPG one):

"The text-adventure game model"

I like to build bots with conflict baked in, not just petty drama between characters (though a little friction is essential), but real external "threats" or conflict that keep the world breathing.

Perfect, peaceful settings kinda bore me. If nothing's trying to kill, jail, rob, or eat you unless the player types it first, it feels dead, like the world only exists when you're looking.

"Modern-day" bots struggle with this: our world has police, laws, cameras everywhere. Serial Killers get caught or vanish into bureaucracy. Players aren't expected to fight back themselves because society handles it. Stakes feel fake (or way too convoluted).

Fantasy (or post-apocalypse, horror, cyberpunk, etc.) often fixes that.

Goblins raiding? You hire adventurers, barricade the door, or swing your sword, or you're deadmeat.

Full 'Borg gangs trying to shoot up your neighborhood? Don't expect the police “safety as service™” to save you in a cyberpunk world.

Active choices with real agency. Inaction = death.

The world keeps moving whether you act or not.

Feedback welcome.

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