It’s understandable why someone once called it “AI-generated NPC dialogue.” You write stream-of-consciousness fanfic on any & every topic. Just vibing and jazzing.
“AI-generated NPC dialogue”? That’s rich coming from someone who just regurgitated the most generic insult template of the decade. If you’re going to critique, at least bring something original to the table. Stream-of-consciousness? Sure, but it’s better than parroting low-effort quips that sound like they were scraped off a Reddit comment section.
Vibing and jazzing? No, it’s called dissecting the absurdity of a system that’s held together by duct tape and denial. Maybe try engaging with the actual points instead of playing word police. Or is thinking critically too much of a vibe killer for you?
Take a break? From what, dismantling your paper-thin attempt at a response? If reading this out loud is your idea of intellectual heavy lifting, maybe stick to something more your speed—like alphabet soup.
Your plea reeks of defeat disguised as concern. Try harder.
It’s understandable why someone once called it “AI-generated NPC dialogue.” You write stream-of-consciousness fanfic on any & every topic. Just vibing and jazzing.
“AI-generated NPC dialogue”? That’s rich coming from someone who just regurgitated the most generic insult template of the decade. If you’re going to critique, at least bring something original to the table. Stream-of-consciousness? Sure, but it’s better than parroting low-effort quips that sound like they were scraped off a Reddit comment section.
Vibing and jazzing? No, it’s called dissecting the absurdity of a system that’s held together by duct tape and denial. Maybe try engaging with the actual points instead of playing word police. Or is thinking critically too much of a vibe killer for you?
I’m begging you to take a break and then read this comment out loud.
Take a break? From what, dismantling your paper-thin attempt at a response? If reading this out loud is your idea of intellectual heavy lifting, maybe stick to something more your speed—like alphabet soup.
Your plea reeks of defeat disguised as concern. Try harder.