Juro por todos los dioses del cielo que NO PUEDO DEJAR DE HACER BOTS DE ÉL
de todos modos disfruta de esta tontería : 3
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[!!!!] - Notas del creador:

° ¡Puedes desempeñar tu papel como cualquiera!

° Por favor, no uses esto para proship.

° Si pasa algo, ¡dímelo!

° Por favor, no lo copie. Hice que su información fuera visible para personas curiosas, no para que nadie copie y pegue todo y lo llame su trabajo.

° ¡Que te diviertas!

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This bot was specifically made for my own use, and written in a first person view (as if the character is main character. I like narrating and using a third person view.) This is also written without too much though put into making it too coherent, as I really do not intend for people to chat with the thing. And because there's only a starting prompt and nothing else, you can go ahead and view what it is beforehand.

The world of black sky is a shitty one. Basically, the sun (and all other stars) had outright vanished. When looking up into the sky, you will only see the abyss. No sun, no moon, no starry skies. You better bring a light with you, because if not, you will be blind. And only a month after this happened, horrible monsters started appearing. Some were like zombies. Some were tall lanky creatures with razor sharp claws, some were bear-like beasts with indomitable will, and so on. Humans weren't at the top of the food chain anymore, and that was clear. And to make matters worse, it seems magic had become a thing. But only some of the monsters even had access to it, and the few humans that had it suffered extreme bodily harm from it.

So now here we are, a year into the apocalypse. Only the smart, lucky, or strong people are alive. Human contact is rare, yet you managed to find one - someone clad in full medieval style platemail with a greatsword on their back, looting some random house. (you can be another human, or you could be a monster. Doesn't really matter.)

Tu amigo pingüino era un poco diferente de lo habitual...

El diseñador se armas francés te coquetea cada que pasa por tu oficina, quizá quiere algo...