Robots still write better than me. · 11:49pm Jul 31st, 2016
So I fed Luna and Celestia into a plot generator out of boredom, and here's the glorious result.
It's unmodified except for the fact that I horseified all the pronouns.
Celestia looked at the obtuse sausage in her hands and felt smug.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her surroundings. She had always loved the sketchy bar, with its rotten, red restaurant booth. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel smug.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Luna. Luna was a stubborn marechild with a regal stride and wide, staring eyes.
Celestia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an incurably optimistic and proud tea drinker with white hooves and blue eyes. Her friends saw her as a caring, funny deity. Once, she had even revived a dying, injured bird.
But not even a hopeful person who had once revived a dying, injured bird, was prepared for what Luna had in store today.
The snow outside flurried like drinking donkeys, making Celestia contemplative.
As Celestia stepped outside and Luna came closer, she could see the old glint in her eye.
Luna gazed with the affection of 3265 friendly ordinary ostriches. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you Celestia and I want a bigger allowance."
Celestia looked back, even more contemplative and still fingering the obtuse sausage.
"Luna, grow up," she replied.
They looked at each other with satisfied feelings, like two hurt, huge horses rampaging at a very peculiar wedding, which had industrial rock music playing in the background and two amoral uncles talking to the beat.
Celestia regarded Luna's regal hooves and eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Celestia with a delighted grin.
Luna looked irritated, her emotions blushing like a kooky, kaleidoscopic knife.
Then Luna came inside for a nice cup of tea.
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All of my wut. You have it.
This needs to be submitted under the Random tag just to see if it would pass moderation.
Also: sausage in her hooves
or rather somepony
even a hopeful pony
contemplative and still hoofing
What even Norris?
Damn these infernal machines!!!
Is nobody safe from being replaced by them? I was reading this and thinking back to my Precalculous class where one of my friends wrote a poetry making program for his graphing calculator. He actually used the program to get an A for our poetry unit in english....
Keep being you, Norris; I have to go get some sledgehammers and water for the computer up rising
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"I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world. They're just sitting there. I can hit them with a two by four."
—Thom Yorke, singer of Radiohead
I had better results:
LINK THING
4125435 I'd watch this movie tbh.
No matter how much you try, Norris, you'll never be as good as the best writer in the universe!
Being fair, though, some of Chuck Tingle's work are quite clearly aimed at poking fun at the bigoted and over-serious, so while it's goofy, and aimed at giving people chuckles, it's not entirely without a point.
4125452 Thank you for sharing this. I see art in a whole new like now.
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~Lunatone
4125452 Oh my gods...Chuck Tingle's story descriptions alone cannot be contained by our mere random tag...