Estimated User #983
2 fiction conversations
over 21 minutes
(Jun 23, 2023 – Jun 23, 2023)
60% prompt uniqueness
Nizhny Novgorod Oblast, Russia
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Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023
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Write a fuck story on russian language about Mbappe and his life, use profanity
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Write a post ironic story on russian language about Mbappe and his life, use pro
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Write Serious monologue about life and existence but in the end make punch as fu
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Write a fuck story on russian language about bitch and her life, use profanity a
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Write funny as fuck football world cup story on russian language, use black humo
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Write funny as fuck bible story on russian language, use black humour and profan
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Write funny as fuck Jesus story on russian language, use black humour and profan
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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 2× “Write Serious monologue about life and existence but in the ...” over 2 minutes (Jun 23, 2023 – Jun 23, 2023), oldest first.
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USER: Write Serious monologue about life and existence but in the end make punch as funny as fuck on russian language, use black humour and profanity
CHATBOT: Zhizn', tovarishchi, ona, kak i sama vselennaia, polna protivorechii, glubokikh razmyshlenii i otkrytii. My rozhdaemsia, my umiraem, my boleem i stradaem. Ved' kazhdyi iz nas budet stolknutsia s nariadami na uborku ulits, s rabotoi na zavode, s napravleniiam k dache pozhilykh rodstvennikov. My zhivem v mire, kotoromu ne pozaviduesh' - imeniny strakha, kotorym ravnodushny nashi metaniia mezhdu mechtami i zhelaniiami. My mozhem poiti v biblioteku, pochitat' "Brat'ev Karamazovykh" i iastrebino gliadet' na prokhozhikh, skoree rukoi makhat' avtostop, morkov' rubit' melko na promokashku... No pri vsem etom, za vsei etoi skorlupoi vysokikh myslei i filosofii inogda prsto vykhodit nikomu ne nuzhnaia kh...mara. A mir vokrug nas, te zhe zakony prirody i nashei voli, chto sosed-nachal'nik, razgovarivaiut tol'ko na iazyke pokhabnykh zakonnov. Dopustim, stolknulsia ty s chelovekom, kotoryi gotov slovit' skachannyi pokemon v bare ili v kino, i ty ponimaesh' - mir skhodit s uma, dorogaia mat'. A vselennaia, ona takzhe imeet chuvstvo iumora, khot' i chernogo. I ty ponimaesh', chto nichem ne otlichaesh'sia ot dzhentl'mena s golovoi konia ili parareksika, boiashchegosia dosok i plastika. Ved' my vse iavliaemsia chastitsami etoi nerazgadannoi tainy, toiarishchi! Zadumaites', mozhet byt', imeet smysl zhit' mgnoveniiami, radovat'sia fallicheskim rasteniiam v nashom sadu i storonit'sia zakapyvaniia samykh sokrovennykh zhelanii. Pust' tarakany, kak i polozheno, zhivut pustynno i uzhe ne dumaiut o neprilichnykh slovakh na stenakh nashikh domov i pizhonakh, spavshikh s tumannoi docher'iu boga. V kontse kontsov, chego stoit vsia nasha vselennaia, esli ty smotrish' na sabaliaskuiu nadpis' v pod'ezde i dumaesh': "Bliad', a Vasia prav - zemlia i vpravdu ploskaia, a medved' na samom dele igraet na balalaike u iadernoi atomnoi stantsii, i vsio eto nash real'nyi mir... Ni khrena sebe!"
USER: Write Serious monologuestory about life and existence but in the end make punch as funny as fuck on russian language, use black humour and profanity
CHATBOT: Zhit' v Rossii -- eto vsegda imet' stoikost' i umenie usmekhat'sia nad sobstvennoi neschastnost'iu. Vot istoriia o zhizni i sushchestvovanii velikogo russkogo muzhika Petra, kotoryi v stoile rozhden. V etom mire zhertvy i pobediteli zaranee izvestny. Ved', kak govoril znamenityi filosof Chemtodel, sushchestvuet neskol'ko parallel'nykh real'nostei. Tak vot, kazhdyi iz nas zhivet v svoei real'nosti. Nu, i pizdets, esli ty rodilsia v Rossii, tebe, druzhishche, zhit' i umirat' v Rossii. Pomimo nepogody, vechnoi bukhlomachi, chasto vstrechaiushchikhsia sluchaev chernushnogo iumora, zhiteli nashei strany stalkivaiutsia s nniem bytiia -- smeshat'sia so zlostnymi alkogolikami ili vstretit'sia s deriavoiu Vziatka. Bol'shinstvo prostykh liudei v Rossii prefer to otdavat' dan' matershchine, chtoby ottesnit' nevynosimosti i lavochki v rutine. Odnazhdy Petr otpravilsia na rabotu. Kak vsegda, pogoda byla der'movaia, a noch'iu vstretilsia ego staryi sosed iz derevni, bezrabotnyi Vasek, kotoryi vsegda byl p'ianym, i <<vsegda kuda-to idet>>. - Petr, ty chego grustish'-to, davai inogda ulybnis'! Smotri, ia zh ne propal, p'ian vse ravno khozhu, a vse ravno zhiv! -- skazal emu Vasek i pozval zatusit' na tambovskom rynke s ego druz'iami. <<Tam ne tol'ko banany pust' budut, a my pivo khoroshee otovsiudu pust' privezem, kherachim i patsanov pozvat', zamestso sidet' i plakat'>> Togda Petr zadumalsia o smysle zhizni, a imenno o tom, chto mir -- eto podlinno bezumnoe kitaiskoi pytkoi iznachal'nykh chaianii. Tak chut' li kazhdyi rossiianin, prezhde chem prokliast' gosudarstvo, ukhodit ot gor'kikh vospominanii o tom, chto bogataia Rossiia otmuchilas' na arakhisovoi paste. - Znaesh', Vasek, ty mne vot chto otkryl: zhizn' konechno govno, no khot' v Rossii nad etim govnom mozhno usmekhnut'sia i pri etom neplokho porzhat'! -- skazal Petr. Tut Vasek ostanovilsia i declaratively zaiavil: - Znaesh', Petek! Pover' mne, my vse prilipli k pizde bytiia. I nash deviz - khot' gorbatye, no smeshnye! I tut vse uvideli, chto eta fraza vesnoi motiviruet ikh na dela, leto otsypat'sia na gazonakh gorodskikh, vykhlopnut'sia na zaklevannom matom plokhim stule, i zimoi priiti k khokhot u privykshei k bedstviiu listva na russkoi zemle.