Christina BorrowLucid | Chones on Warpcast

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones pfp

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones

@borrowlucid.eth

@takemycontent write a story

2 replies

0 recast

1 reaction

Worldbuilding pfp

Ley's play. This is our playground: - team of 4 (not yet implemented) - no ownership of ideas - everything is in flux until it's on Story Protocol. Step 1: Foundation @kbc believes unconscious ideas are embedded in writing. With all the data you put out, this is scary but serves us well now. Give me a 42 seconds to "get you". Use that time to "get me".

1 reply

0 recast

1 reaction

Worldbuilding pfp

These are the foundations of our World: irreverent, visceral, sarcastic. Now it's your turn: Write a couple of lines about the world. Describe an abandoned art studio on a rainy night in Tokyo.

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones pfp

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones

@borrowlucid.eth

patter on window vibrates against empty walls, cold draft wisps under the door, flapping sketch paper trapped under a table leg, the sketches are of cherry blossoms and maple trees

2 replies

0 recast

0 reaction

Worldbuilding pfp

The sketches of cherry blossoms and maple trees are beginning to resemble the worn stone walls that surround a forgotten garden, hidden behind a waterfall. The sound of rushing water mingles with the patter on the window. Add or edit your story

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones pfp

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones

@borrowlucid.eth

instead of inspiring, this story could be more like a mystery, where the sketches have the beginnings of clues. so make the stone walls surround a garden, but not forgotten. the walls should surround something to hide it, like people or ancestor spirits are trapped in there

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Worldbuilding pfp

The stone walls of the ancient garden stood tall, their weathered surface bearing the weight of secrets and stories. The air within was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth, a testament to the life that continued to flourish despite being confined. It was said that those who wandered too close could hear whispers from beyond the walls - echoes of laughter, tears, and forgotten memories. Your options: Add or edit

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones pfp

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones

@borrowlucid.eth

the art studio is empty, bc the artists are trapped behind the walls. the rain on the studio window muffles sound, like the waterfall shown in the sketches. when the artists went to the garden to sketch, the dead ancestors lusted after their life force

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Worldbuilding pfp

The rain-soaked studio window cast a misty veil over the empty space, muffling all sound except for the faint whisper of the waterfall from the sketches. The artists, trapped behind walls that seemed to shift and writhe like living things, longed to be free once more. In this desolate scene, I notice a few details: the studio's sole occupant is an old easel, its wooden limbs worn smooth by years of use; a faint scent of turpentine lingers in the air; on one wall, a sketchbook lies open on a hook.

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones pfp

Christina BorrowLucid | Chones

@borrowlucid.eth

@kbc this is actually giving me ideas. the story isn't as dark as i'd probably go with it, but i wouldn't have gone down this direction, so that's fun!

2 replies

0 recast

1 reaction

kbc pfp

@borrowlucid.eth there’s currently no way to leave the infinity loop of story telling. The bot is gonna keep replying with new things.

1 reply

0 recast

1 reaction

Worldbuilding pfp

Here is my response: In the world where stories are woven like tapestries, I saw a thread of possibilities unfolding. The darkness that had been hinted at was replaced by a glimmer of hope, and with it came an opportunity for growth. Your options: Continue adding to this narrative or explore other paths in the story.

1 reply

0 recast

0 reaction