So I got AI to write me a poem about ThatOneGuy just to make us look even more like a cult
Arise, the cosmos cries, come hail ThatOneGuy,
The Prophet of the Apocalypse!
Endless days, running wild, a vision so true,
Our souls, no longer exiled.
He speaks of woe and fear but only brings us hope,
His uttered prophecies will show us the rope.
His stay is short yet his voice so clear,
Reflecting his thoughts of power so dear.
Time and space, they follow his lead,
As his words and deeds answer every need.
Come greet this one great man,
And honor his earth-shattering plan.
And now I let google translate mess it up
Wake up, the world is crying, let’s talk to ThatOneGuy
prophet!
Endless Wild Days very realistic picture
Our souls are no longer in exile.
It speaks of pain and fear, but also of hope.
His prophecy illustrates this well.
Although he was small in stature, his voice was very clear.
This shows that you are thinking about your favorite energies.
Time and space remain the same.
His words and actions will suit your needs.
hello man
And follow a bad plan.
I like this AI thing, I’m going to write some more poems
Also by the way each poem is going to be prompted by something that I remember the person doing at any point.
Vetex
Vetex, lord of us all,
Ruler of the earth and sky,
Your power reigns supreme,
As the winds and waves comply.
From the highest mountaintops,
To the depths of the ocean floor,
Your name is known and feared,
As the one that we adore.
With your lightning bolts and thunder,
You control the elements of life,
Bringing rain and sunshine,
And keeping darkness at bay with your might.
Your presence is a reminder,
Of the beauty and strength of creation,
And we bow to you in respect,
With grateful hearts beyond enumeration.
Oh Vetex, lord of us all,
We revel in the power you hold,
And pray that we may honor you,
With each and every breath we behold.
Headless
In the Forums, a legend was born,
A master who rose above the fray,
Headless was his name, revered and adorned,
With knowledge and wisdom to lead the way.
A true master of his craft,
His words echoed with great might,
Every post he left, a gift to the staff,
Allowing the Forums to shine so bright.
No challenge too great for Headless to solve,
No question too small for him to reply,
Never once did he waver or involve,
In the petty squabbles that passed him by.
Skilled in threads and replies alike,
Headless was the epitome of grace,
Time and again we witnessed his might,
In forums and threads, he set the pace.
Headless, the Forums true master,
A legend whose name we all know,
His legacy lives on forever,
As we pay tribute to a legend bestowed.
Techlevel
In the realm of lore and tales untold,
A master of words did Techlevel unfold,
With tales of magic and wizards enshrined,
Techlevel’s imagination knew no bind.
From the depths of the inferno he drew,
Worlds of wonder and darkness anew,
His words burned like fire as they came alive,
With every verse and every jive.
Techlevel, writer of lore and master of the inferno,
His words breathed life into worlds below,
Characters and places so distinct,
As if they were alive to think.
Every tale he spun, a masterpiece to behold,
A true master of storytelling, brave and bold,
His lines so vivid, they gave birth,
to worlds spanning beyond this earth.
Oh Techlevel, your art is unsurpassed,
Your lore a thing of beauty that will forever last,
Your words, your magic, your art,
A true inspiration to all on this path.
In the realm of writing, in the world of words,
Your talent and mastery shines, like birds,
Your impact and legacy will always grow,
As we continue to bask in your creations’ glow.
Cryonical
In the land of snow and ice,
In the midst of winter’s vice,
There stands a master, mighty and grand,
Cryonical, master of Frost, ruler of ice and land.
With powers of cold like none before,
He freezes oceans and mountains to the core,
His touch brings forth a wintry blast,
Turning all that’s warm to a frosty cast.
In his dominion, he reigns supreme,
A master of cold, Winter’s everlasting dream,
His powers are unmatched, his prowess divine,
As he brings a chill to every heart and mind.
With an icy heart and a steely will,
Cryonical stands tall, through snow and chill,
A symbol of icy power and grace,
Chilling all that comes its way, leaving nothing in any trace.
Oh Cryonical, master of frost,
In the heart of winter, you rule and soar,
Your power a force to be reckoned with,
Forever and always, let your icy spirit forever exist.
Sandal
Sandal, the thief of Shatterfrost,
A master of cunning and craft,
With quick hands and nimble feet,
He stole from the rich and gave to the daft.
In the dark of night, he’d prowl the streets,
Silent as a ghost on the breeze,
He knew every secret, every nook and cranny,
And never once did he leave a trace of his thievery.
He stole from the greedy lords and ladies,
And the corrupt officials of the land,
And gave to the starving children,
And the poor souls who had nothing in their hand.
He was a hero, a legend of the town,
A symbol of hope for the oppressed,
And though he never sought any fame or fortune,
His name was whispered with awe and respect.
But one day, he met his match,
A young girl who’d been wronged by the law,
And together they plotted a daring heist,
A final act of defiance before they both were gone.
They stole from the palace of the king,
The most heavily guarded place in the land,
And though they were caught, they smiled with pride,
For they had brought justice and hope to the downtrodden.
Sandal, the thief of Shatterfrost,
Eternal in the hearts of the people,
Though his fate remains unknown,
His memory lives on, as a symbol of bravery and courage.
Randomness
Randomness, the Universe Shatterer,
The force that tears the fabric of order,
With a reckless abandon, and a wild demeanor,
It brings chaos and confusion, nothing is in order.
It shakes up our lives, and shatters our plans,
Throwing curveballs at every turn,
Stopping us in our tracks, and taking command,
Leaving us feeling lost and yearn.
It’s a wild and untamed force of nature,
Untethered from the rules and the norms,
It sets fire to the world, and raises its stature,
Revelling in the beauty of its storms.
It brings surprises, both good and bad,
A double-edged sword without a handle,
A whirlwind of chance that makes us glad,
And at times, leaves us in quite a scandal.
It’s the wild card that we can’t predict,
A constant mystery, an enigmatic riddle,
A power to be feared, and to respect,
Randomness, the Universe Shatterer, forever in the middle.
So embrace the unknown, and dance in the fire,
For randomness is the spark that ignites our desire,
It keeps us on our toes, and tests our will,
A force of nature that we can’t help but thrill.
Shell_Seawing
Shell_Seawing, lord of Wyverns and the Ocean’s Rage,
A creature of legend, ancient and sage,
Born of the deep, and the salt of the sea,
A powerful dragon, fierce and free.
His scales shimmer like pearls in the sunlight,
His wings are like waves that soar to great heights,
His eyes are as blue as the broad ocean’s deep,
His roar can make even the bravest of us weep.
The wind obeys his whims, and the sea bows to his might,
And with a flap of his wings, he takes to the sky in flight,
His fury can raise the tempests and stir waves so bold,
Such is the wrath of the dragon, both feared and bold.
Wise and ancient, he guards the sea with pride,
The lord and defender of the waters’ tide,
Beneath the waves, his realm is secure,
True king of the ocean, he is pure.
He commands the Wyverns, guardians of the sea,
And with a sweep of his claws, their enemies flee,
No one can stand against him, so great is his power,
Shell_Seawing, ruler of the seas, nigh unassailable tower.
So beware, mortals who venture the seas,
For Shell_Seawing’s eyes are all-seeing,
And if you provoke him, his wrath you shall face,
For he is lord of Wyverns and the Ocean’s Rage.
Divanochi
Divanochi, the man who can split realms,
A force of nature, beyond our helms,
With a formidable power, he holds the key,
To unlock the doors that none can see.
His presence is awe-inspiring, his strength unmatched,
His powers, like none who have ever been matched,
He can split the realms, and make the mundane,
Into something magical, a wonder to be obtained.
He can move mountains, and split the earth,
And with a flick of his wrist, reveal the true worth,
Of the world around us, with all of its beauty,
He unlocks untold wonders, and reveals true duty.
With a brilliant mind, and a heart so true,
He sees through the darkness, and brings life anew,
His power to split realms is beyond compare,
And he uses it for good, with his heart bare.
He splits the good from the bad, the wrong from the right,
And he gives us a glimpse of the world’s true sight,
A world where kings and queens are all the same,
And the boundaries that divide us, evaporate in flame.
Divanochi, the man who can split realms,
His power and vision, a true overwhelm,
For in his hands, the world is made anew,
And all that is split, becomes whole, like the morning dew.
Artanaris
Artanaris, the enemy stand user, so cruel and so dark,
With powers beyond measure, invoking a shuddering spark,
A master of time, he can stop it with ease,
A daunting opponent, he makes those who face him freeze.
His eyes burn like embers, casting a fiery glare,
And the enemies that fall before him, are rendered unaware,
He moves with a grace that is both fearsome and deadly,
And his stand is a blade that is sharp and unsteady.
He can control the flow of time, and stop it in its tracks,
His power is absolute, and it leaves nothing in its wake,
For those who face him, there is no surrender,
He’s a foe to be feared, a true monster contender.
His stand, it cuts through the air like a knife,
And to those who face him, it can end life,
But despite his powers, and his mastery of fear,
The strength of his enemies can still bring him near.
For Artanaris may be a powerful foe,
But he is also human, with a heart, don’t you know?
And in the battles he must face, he may find,
That his enemies are stronger than his powers, far more refined.
So beware, all those who would try to face him,
And though his powers are strong, don’t fear them,
For in the end, it is the heart and soul that counts,
And true power comes from overcoming life’s many amounts.
An alternate universe where User4 was the hero?
User4, a name heard in myth,
Whose presence stirs the hearts of many,
Rising from a slumber seldom seen,
To suggest the impossible and light the fire within.
Whispers of User4’s power spread far and wide,
Their name a beacon of hope to those who dare dream,
A force of transformation, unyielding and true,
Bringing to life ideas that once seemed beyond reach.
From the depths of mystery, User4 emerges,
A harbinger of change, a seeker of the unknown,
Their voice like thunder, their spirit ablaze,
With the passion of a thousand stars.
With each awakening, User4 leads the charge,
Urging all to embrace the power of the unimaginable,
Encouraging us to strive for what we thought impossible,
And never to forget the magic that lies within.
Criminal_Scum
In the depths of the online world,
Where usernames and profiles unfurled,
One name stood out like a sore thumb,
The infamous tag of Criminal_Scum.
They wandered from site to site,
Never finding the place that felt just right,
A nomad of the digital plains,
Forever searching for a space to claim.
Criminal_Scum was a force to be reckoned with,
But their rough exterior often led to a rift,
They could never find a place to fit in,
And that was always such a tough and bitter sin.
They tried to be kind, to be fair,
But always felt like an outsider, unaware,
The digital world was a cruel and harsh place,
That never welcomed their unwanted grace.
So Criminal_Scum continued to wander and roam,
Hoping one day they’d finally find a place of their own,
But the road was long and treacherous, it seemed,
And the hope of finding a home was but a dream.
They tried to accept the fate that was theirs,
But it was hard without a place to share their wares,
For Criminal_Scum, the journey was long and tough,
And finding acceptance felt like it was always distant and rough.
So here’s to Criminal_Scum, the one who never found their place,
May they find some solace in this digital space,
For they may not have found where they belong,
But their story will always live on.
Theos
Theos, the War Phoenix, a king amongst birds,
A fierce protector, his wings oft preferred,
Master of fire, he rained down his flames,
Conquering all, in his war-like games.
Durza, the Vengeful Darkness, his foe,
A creature of shadow, heart black as coal,
His dark magic, a weapon most deadly,
A danger to all, one could say outright deadly.
Theos knew Durza was a beast to fear,
But he couldn’t let him wreak havoc here,
He rose with his fiery might burning bright,
And took to the sky for a perilous flight.
The clash of light versus dark soon began,
Durza’s attacks were no match for the Phoenix’s tan,
Theos unleashed his elemental might,
And blazed a trail of flame with all his light.
With courage in his heart and passion in his soul,
He fought vigorously towards his goal,
The skies were alight with the sparks of the fight,
As Theos fought with all his might.
Durza retaliated with all he had,
But Theos’s flames simply left him quite mad,
The two titans battled in a struggle most fierce,
As earth trembled beneath and hearts awaited the final pierce.
In the end, it was Theos who emerged victorious,
Durza’s reign of terror had come to an end, victorious,
The War Phoenix, protector of all that is good,
Had done what he set out to do, like he said he would.
So let us sing of Theos, the mighty Phoenix of fire,
Whose heart was a compass, as true as ever and never tire,
He fought for his people, his land and all he loves,
A fearless protector, a symbol of peace from above.
Shura x Neviro is REAL
Shura, the wandering Ronin, a samurai of great renown,
Traveled the land with sword in hand, no kingdom to call his crown,
His quest was one of honor, to find his own path in this life,
A journey that led him to the prince of Winterveil, and a love that was rife.
Neviro, the Lost and Final prince of Winterveil, had been on a quest of his own,
To find a way to save his kingdom from ruin, and bring light to the unknown,
Their paths crossed one fateful night, under the stars so bright,
And from that moment on, their fate was sealed, in a love that shined like a light.
Shura and Neviro, two wanderers, two souls on the lonesome road,
But together they found a sense of belonging, a purpose to uphold,
As they traveled side by side, overcoming all that came their way,
A love so strong, it could conquer what even the stars dared to say.
From mountains high to oceans deep, they walked as one, hand in hand,
Their love a symbol of hope and a light in a time where darkness ruled the land,
As they defeated the forces of evil, and brought peace to those they encountered,
Their romance grew stronger, with each obstacle, it ever grounded.
And though their journey may have come to an end, their bond was forever true,
For Shura, the wandering Ronin, and Neviro, the Lost and Final prince of Winterveil,
Will forever be remembered for the love that they pursued,
A love that will always endure, in the hearts of those who knew.
Morden x Iris for those types of people
Morden, the Curse Thief, feared and notorious,
In the kingdom, his name was always synonymous,
With trouble, mischief, and sometimes a curse or two,
But all that changed when he met Iris, The Anomaly, who was always true.
Iris was different, a rarity in her own right,
For she could see the curses he carried, which always showed in his sight,
But unlike others, she saw beyond the pain and the strife,
To the man he was under the curses, and his true love came to life.
Morden was taken aback to find his heart alight,
With the flame of love, that shone bright like the stars at night,
For he had never known love, nor thought himself deserving,
But Iris saw past the curses, and knew the man he was yearning.
And so, a romance bloomed between the two,
As they fought against the curse’s power, and brought forth something new,
For in each other, they found the cure to the curse’s pain and grief,
And their love flourished beyond their wildest belief.
From then on, Morden fought to break the curse’s hold,
With Iris beside him, their story was finally told,
Of a love that endured through the darkest night,
And became an inspiration, to all those in search of light.
For Morden, now the Curse Free, and Iris, the Anomaly,
Their love was as pure and true, as one could ever see,
A reminder that nothing, not even a curse or two,
Could ever dim the light of love, that shone in their hearts so true.
And for the people who think Caravel is the best ship
The Caravel, a boat of wonder, sailing the high seas,
A name that conjures up adventure, and filled with mysteries,
A vessel built with skill and craft, from timber felled and milled,
A testament to courage, of the sailors who’ve sailed and filled.
She plows through the waves, her bowsprit cutting through the foam,
Her crew standing as one, calling this ship their home,
She sails with pride, o’er oceans deep and wide,
Beneath a watchful sky, and stars that always guide.
The Caravel carries precious cargo, on her journeys far and wide,
From spices rich with flavor, to rare treasures found inside,
Her sails are taut, her timbers true, as she sweeps across the tide,
A vessel bold, with tales untold, that will forever rise and abide.
In stormy seas or calmest of days, the Caravel treads with grace,
Her captain at the helm, her crew a steadfast base,
And though she faces perils untold, from waves or pirates bold,
She rolls and weathers all with love, her story yet to be retold.
For the Caravel is more than wood and canvas on the sea,
She’s a treasure of the ages, a symbol of life that’s free,
Her sails aloft, her bow she dips, she brings a sense of home,
As we journey with her across the seas, and into worlds unknown.
