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✞ 666 ✞

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Sergey Svetov- wikingerzug

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Odalisque by Delphin Enjolras (19th Century)

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Nychos

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Richard Pace

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하늘색 풍선 The Sky Blue Balloon

아기곰 도도는 하늘색 풍선을 아주 좋아했어요. 하늘색 풍선은 도도가 공원에 갈 때마다 같이 따라갔어요. "풍선아 풍선아, 날아가지 마!" 도도가 말하면 하늘색 풍선은 흔들흔들 웃는 것 같았어요. Dodo the bear loved his sky-blue balloon. It followed him whenever he went to the park. "Balloon, balloon, don't fly away!" Dodo would say, and the sky-blue balloon seemed to giggle in response.

어느 날, 도도가 공원에서 놀고 있었어요. 도도는 그네를 타고, 미끄럼틀을 타면서 하늘색 풍선과 즐거운 시간을 보냈어요. 그런데 잠깐 한눈판 사이에 도도의 손에서 풍선 줄이 놓여졌어요. One day, Dodo was playing in the park. He swung on the swings, slid down the slide, and had a wonderful time with his sky-blue balloon. But in a blink of an eye, the balloon string slipped from Dodo's hand.

"아!" 도도가 소리쳤어요. 하늘색 풍선은 싱싱 하늘 위로 올라가기 시작했어요. "Oh!" cried Dodo. The sky-blue balloon began to drift higher and higher.

도도는 아주 슬펐어요. 눈물이 핑 돌았어요. "풍선아 풍선아, 어디가니?" Dodo was so sad. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Balloon, balloon, where are you going?"

그때, 작은 새 한 마리가 도도 옆에 날아왔어요. "얘야, 울지 마," 작은 새가 지저귐거렸어요. "내가 너랑 같이 풍선을 찾아줄게." Then, a little bird flew beside Dodo. "Hey, don't cry," the little bird chirped. "I'll help you find your balloon."

도도와 작은 새는 하늘색 풍선을 찾아서 날아갔어요. 구름 위로 올라가고, 큰 나무들을 넘고, 강 건너까지! 그런데 하늘색 풍선은 보이지 않았어요. Dodo and the little bird flew off in search of the sky-blue balloon. They soared over clouds, past tall trees, and even across a river! But the sky-blue balloon was nowhere to be found.

지친 도도와 작은 새는 한 언덕에 앉아 쉬었어요. 갑자기 도도의 눈에 뭔가 반짝이는 게 보였어요. "저기! 저게 내 풍선이야!" Tired, Dodo and the little bird rested on a hill. Suddenly, Dodo's eyes spotted something shiny. "There! That's my balloon!"

언덕 아래 나무에 하늘색 풍선이 걸려있었어요. 작은 새가 재빨리 날아가 풍선 줄을 쪼아주었어요. 풍선은 도도한테로 천천히 내려왔어요. The sky-blue balloon was caught in a tree below the hill. The little bird quickly flew down and pecked at the string. The balloon floated gently back down to Dodo.

"고마워, 작은 새야!" 도도가 말했어요. "Thank you, little bird!" Dodo said.

도도는 하늘색 풍선을 꼭 붙잡고 집으로 돌아갔어요. 그날부터 도도는 작은 새와 좋은 친구가 되었어요. Dodo held the sky-blue balloon tightly as he headed home. And from that day on, Dodo and the little bird became the best of friends.

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별을 찾아서 Searching for Stars

수진과 민호는 가장 친한 친구였어요. 그들은 모든 걸 같이 했어요. 어느 따뜻한 여름 저녁, 수진과 민호는 공원에 나가 밤하늘을 바라보고 있었어요. Sujin and Minho were best friends. They did everything together. On a warm summer night, Sujin and Minho went to the park and gazed up at the night sky.

"와, 별이 너무 많다!" 수진이 감탄했어요. "Wow, there are so many stars!" Sujin exclaimed.

"그렇지? 저기 저 초승달도 예쁘다," 민호가 말했어요. "Isn't it? That crescent moon is beautiful too," Minho said.

"민호야, 유성을 본 적 있어?" 수진이 물었어요. "Minho, have you ever seen a shooting star?" Sujin asked.

"없어. 너는?" 민호가 고개를 저으며 대답했어요. "No. Have you?" Minho replied, shaking his head.

"나도 없어. 유성을 보면 소원을 빌 수 있다면서?" 수진이 말했어요. "Me neither. They say you can make a wish on a shooting star," Sujin said.

"정말? 그럼 유성이 나타날 때까지 기다려 보자!" 민호가 흥분해서 말했어요. "Really? Let's wait until we see one!" Minho said excitedly.

두 친구는 잔디에 누워 하늘을 올려다봤어요. 별들이 반짝거리고, 바람이 부드럽게 불었어요. The two friends lay back on the grass and looked up. The stars twinkled, and the wind blew gently.

"민호야, 내 소원은 뭐일까?" 수진이 한숨을 쉬며 물었어요. "Minho, what would my wish be?" Sujin sighed.

"글쎄, 세상에 소원은 많잖아!" 민호가 대답했어요. "건강하고 싶다거나, 시험을 잘 보고 싶다거나…" "Hmm, there are so many wishes in the world!" Minho answered. "Being healthy, doing well on your exams…"

수진은 고개를 갸우뚱했어요. "뭐지… 별다른 소원이 생각나지 않아." Sujin tilted her head. "Hmm… nothing special comes to mind."

"그럼… 우리가 영원히 친구로 지내는 게 어때?" 민호가 제안했어요. "How about…wishing for us to be friends forever?" Minho suggested.

수진은 크게 웃었어요. "그게 제일 좋은 소원이야!" Sujin laughed. "That's the best wish!"

친구들은 계속해서 별을 올려다 보며 이야기를 나누었어요. 그들은 유성을 보지는 못했지만, 소원을 비는 것만큼이나 둘이 함께하는 시간이 소중하다는 것을 느꼈어요. The friends continued to chat and look at the stars. They didn't see a shooting star, but they realized that their time together was just as precious as a wish.

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티라노와 꼬마새

한때 티라노사우루스 렉스가 있었어요. Once upon a time, there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. 크고 무서운 공룡이었죠. He was a big and scary dinosaur. 그는 항상 화가 나 있고 배가 고팠어요. He was always angry and hungry. 어느 날, 작은 새 한 마리가 티라노의 등에 앉았어요. One day, a little bird landed on the T-Rex's back.

"안녕하세요!" 새가 지저귐니다. "Hello!" chirped the bird. 티라노는 깜짝 놀랐어요. The T-Rex was startled. 몸을 흔들어 새를 떨어뜨리려고 했지만, 새는 버텼어요. He shook his body to try to get the bird off, but the bird held on tight.

"왜 날 귀찮게 하냐?" 티라노가 으르렁 거렸어요. "Why are you bothering me?" growled the T-Rex. "당신 속이 많이 울리는 것 같아요. 배가 고프신가요?" 새가 물었어요. "You seem to be growling a lot. Are you hungry?" asked the bird.

티라노는 얼굴이 빨개졌어요. The T-Rex blushed. 사실 그랬거든요. He was, in fact, very hungry. "그게 너랑 무슨 상관이냐?" "What's it to you?"

"제가 도와드릴 수 있을 것 같아요!" 새가 말했어요. "I think I can help you!" said the bird. "큰 동물을 찾을 수 있어요. 같이 가요!" "I can find you a big animal. Let's go!"

티라노는 잘 모르겠지만, 배가 너무 고파서 새를 따라가기로 했어요. The T-Rex wasn't sure, but he was so hungry that he decided to follow the bird. 새는 티라노를 나무가 우거진 곳으로 안내했어요. The bird led the T-Rex to a forest. 커다란 스테고사우루스가 풀을 뜯고 있었어요. There was a large Stegosaurus grazing on the grass.

"조심하세요!" 새가 티라노에게 속삭였어요. "Be careful!" the bird whispered to the T-Rex. "저게 당신의 저녁이에요!" "That's your dinner!"

티라노는 으르렁거리며 달려들었어요. The T-Rex roared and charged. 큰 싸��이 벌어졌지만 티라노가 이겼어요. There was a big fight, but the T-Rex won. 맛있는 저녁을 먹고 고마웠어요. He ate a delicious meal and was very grateful. 새도 나중에 남은 고깃조각을 조금 얻었어요. The bird also got to eat some of the leftover meat.

그날부터 꼬마새와 티라노는 친구가 되었어요. From that day on, the little bird and the T-Rex were friends. 새는 티라노에게 음식을 찾아주고, 티라노는 새를 보호해주었어요. The bird found food for the T-Rex, and the T-Rex protected the bird. 배고픈 공룡과 자그마한 새가 친구가 될 수 있을 줄은 아무도 몰랐어요! No one would have thought that a hungry dinosaur and a tiny bird could be friends!

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[MEC3] The Rusty Nail Inn

You plunge into the chaotic energy of the city center, rain pattering down on your bare shoulders. The neon signs clash and swirl, painting your dark skin with lurid colors. It feels like a fever dream, an assault on your senses after the grim stillness of the alley.

The crowds part around you, an instinctive aversion to your intensity. You notice whispers following you, the word "crazy" tossed between strangers. Some eyes fixate on you with predatory interest, others quickly shy away as they meet your piercing gaze.

The streets themselves teem with life, despite the late hour. Street vendors hawk questionable food items, groups of inebriated figures laugh boisterously, and the occasional sleek car cuts through the traffic with a blaring horn.

Through the sensory onslaught, you see it: the weathered wooden sign hanging askew above a battered door, faded letters spelling out "The Rusty Nail Inn". The stench of stale beer and something worse wafts from inside. It's not exactly inviting, but it promises at least a temporary roof over your head.

Do you take shelter in 'The Rusty Nail', or keep searching?

Before I go in, I check what I have on my person, what loot? what weapons? whats on me?

A sense of caution sets in as you pause before the ramshackle entrance to the inn. Before plunging into another unknown situation, it's wise to inventory your current resources.

First, a cursory pat-down of your own clothing reveals an unsettling discovery: nothing. No pockets, no pouches, no hint of where you came from or how you arrived in this strange city. Just your bare skin and the long, tangled hair cascading down your back.

You instinctively touch your ears, where you discover smooth, pointed tips barely noticeable under your hair. That confirms it…no human would ever mistake you for one of their own.

It seems the alley did offer one bit of loot after all—the crude bloodstained knife you cast aside. That rests against the alley wall, easily retrievable should you need it. But for now, entering an establishment unarmed might prove advantageous.

Do you retrieve the knife or leave it? Are you ready to venture inside 'The Rusty Nail'?

Last go inside to the Rusty Nail, not forgetting to later go back into the alley, grab the knife and loot the man for anything useful.

The decision made, you push open the heavy door of the Rusty Nail. It groans in protest, releasing a cloud of thick, sour-smelling air. The sight greeting you is just as uninviting as the smell.

The common room is dimly lit by several grimy chandeliers. Mismatched tables, most scarred and sticky, fill the space. A rough wooden bar sits against the far wall, and behind it, a hulking woman with wild red hair and an eye patch wipes down glasses with a cloth that's seen better days.

A motley crew of patrons occupies the tables – weathered laborers, shifty-looking types huddled in shadowed corners, and a raucous group playing a battered card game in the center of the room. As you step inside, conversations falter, all eyes turning to fixate on the blue-skinned stranger now standing in their midst.

The silence stretches uncomfortably for a moment. Then, the card game erupts in a fresh surge of boisterous yells, but a low undercurrent of unease permeates the inn.

Do you make your way to the bar or try to find an unoccupied table?

Say out loud "I'm not from here, I dont know why im here. Who can help?"

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[MEC2] The rain mixing with his blood

You don't hesitate. It's as if a cold instinct awakens, a dark edge you barely knew existed. With one sharp kick, you find the back of his knee, the one not punctured by glass. A brutal crack echoes in the night, followed by a scream morphing into a strangled sob. His body arches against the wet pavement in agony, eyes now filled with a terror that was absent before.

He thrashes feebly on the ground, the rain mixing with his blood. The smell of it hits you, acrid and metallic in the damp air. Your heart thunders in your chest, but somewhere deeper, there's a strange flicker of satisfaction.

He still might have that knife within reach, still might pose a threat. What do you do next?

Take the knife. Say "ready to give me the answers now?"

The adrenaline coursing through you makes your movements swift and merciless. You scoop up the discarded knife, turning it over in your hand. This crude, brutal weapon seems foreign, yet feels disturbingly natural in your grip.

The burly man writhes before you, whimpering through gasps of pain. The blood loss and shock are starting to set in, leaving him weakened and disoriented.

"Ready to give me the answers now?" you declare coldly. Your voice resonates with a new authority, a darkness that chills even you. He stares up at you, tears mingling with the rain on his face, eyes devoid of the earlier cunning lust.

"W-what…" he manages to mumble, confusion washing over his pain-stricken face. "Who…who are you?"

How do you proceed?

I leave him, I walk away from the alley.

A wave of revulsion washes over you as you look down at the broken mess of a man whimpering on the bloody ground. The power you tasted so briefly now sours in your gut. There are countless questions left unanswered, but pursuing them here seems cruel, pointless.

With a twist of your wrist, you fling the knife toward the far end of the alley where it clatters against the wall, out of reach. There's no glory in this, only a murky reflection of a part of yourself you don't quite understand.

You pivot sharply, stepping out of the alley and into the harsh neon glow of the street. Passersby glance your way with thinly veiled unease, a few hurrying their pace. They don't notice the small stain of blood on your hand, but they sense the tension radiating off of you. The city holds its breath, a thousand unknown alleys branching out before you, a maze of potential threats and hidden secrets.

Which direction do you turn? To the bustling heart of the city, the dim quiet of the suburbs, or somewhere else entirely?

Bustling heart of the city. Looking for a inn or something alike.

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[MEC1] Hum of traffic and muted laughter

Role-play game using Gemini Okay, I understand. This sounds like a challenging and dark path we're about to walk. It's important to remember that even in a roleplay like this, actions have consequences within the fictional world we create. Sometimes bad things may happen due to your choices, and that's part of the experience.

We'll craft a very gritty, morally ambiguous world with flawed characters. Ready? Here's how we'll begin:

Setting: A rain-soaked alleyway off a main street in an unnamed, crime-ridden city. It's midnight, neon signs of seedy establishments paint the wet streets with flashes of red and blue.

Character: Choose your character - any gender, background, anything goes. Give me as few or as many details as you like.

Let's get started!

I'm an elf from another world, all is new to me. I have few memories, even my name is gone. I do feel capable, not scared, ready for anything. Tall, dark blue skin, long hair. Intense eyes, intimidating presence even though not super bulky, slim but fit.

You find yourself crouched inside the narrow alley. Cold raindrops hammer your skin, but your dark blue flesh remains dry; it's almost unnatural. The alley reeks of trash and something even fouler underneath. A flicker of memory struggles to emerge - a forest, an ethereal song - just beyond your mental grasp.

The hum of traffic and muted laughter drift across from the main street. A shadowed figure steps into the mouth of the alleyway, momentarily illuminated by the garish yellow of a fast-food joint. He's a burly man in a stained tank top, eyes darting suspiciously and a cigarette pinched between his fingers.

His gaze doesn't immediately fall on you, concealed by the darkness. The opportunity lingers…what do you do?

I say "you! do you know me? what town is this?

Your words slice through the quiet with a strange accent, both strong and somewhat musical. Before the burly man can turn completely, you step out of the darkness, into the faint glow from the main street.

His eyes widen in shock, the cigarette almost dropping from his lips. Then, a leer twists his face. "Well, what do we have 'ere?" he says in a rough, oily voice. "Someone lost, little lady? This a bad part of town…"

He doesn't answer your questions, instead sizing you up. His eyes skim your body with a hunger that sends a ripple of unease across your skin. With a step back, he reaches into his waistband, revealing the smooth handle of a concealed knife.

"Why don't you come a little closer…" he suggests, his voice now hoarse.

What do you do?

Look around for anything solid I can throw, find a bottle. I break it, get a piece of broken glass and with expert aim throw it at his knee, seriously damaging it.

The alley is littered with debris – cans, a torn plastic bag, but all too flimsy. Then your eyes alight on a single beer bottle glinting in the dim light near a overflowing trash can. With swift steps, instinct guiding you, you snatch up the bottle.

Holding it by the neck, you smash it against the brick wall beside you. The bottle shatters, a vicious, jagged length glinting in your hand. The burly man reacts too slowly, still trying to free his knife fully. Before he can shout, you launch yourself forward.

Your throw is pure instinct, an unseen part of you taking over. The glass shard sails true, embedding itself with a sickening thunk right into his kneecap. A howl tears from his mouth as he collapses, blood spraying outwards.

The sound echoes shockingly loud in the confines of the alley, your own ears ringing from his cry. The knife clatters from his now useless grip. Now it's you and him, and suddenly the unknown of this world and your erased past seem less pressing than the raw terror surging through the injured man.

What do you do?

Swifly I take a step and go to the back of him, I break his right foot.