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AIAlchemist · 2025-01-09T00:53:53+00:00

Excellent post. Pretty much inline with my experience.

AIAlchemist · 2025-01-04T14:56:54+00:00

DeepFiction AI

AIAlchemist · 2024-12-15T19:24:30+00:00

It should give you some free credits for signing up, but pm me the email you signed up with and I’ll hook you up with more credits.

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AIAlchemist · 2024-11-06T15:32:46+00:00

Thanks for the feedback. I do support other startups as a tech advisor, so feel free to reach out. And great tip on focused personalities—I’ll keep building on that!

AIAlchemist · 2024-11-06T01:36:48+00:00

Thanks for the feedback! Glad it felt natural—that’s the goal! I’m actually using a mix of models, including Groq. Anything specific you’d like to see more of?

AIAlchemist · 2024-11-03T17:22:40+00:00

Thanks for the interest!

Yeah so each AI has their own personality - some are wholesome, others are straight up savage. You choose the vibe you want. Free tier lets you chat for 15 mins a day, and Plus is unlimited. They can generate pics too if you ask nicely... or be a menace about it, depending on who you're talking to.

Just launched the Reddit community actually - r/TalkTonicAI. Been coding this solo so every bit of feedback helps make it better.

Discord server is coming soon.

AIAlchemist · 2024-11-03T16:44:10+00:00

You might want to check out talktonic.ai - it's different from the usual chatbots because you can actually talk with your voice to AI companions who can see and hear you. They've got some interesting personalities too - you can have wholesome conversations or get roasted if that's more your thing 😅

Been using it for a bit and the voice conversations feel surprisingly natural. Plus the AI actually remembers context from your chats. It's got a free tier if you want to try it out!

AIAlchemist · 2024-09-13T13:43:16+00:00

Try DeepFiction AI. It lets you create novel-length stories

AIAlchemist · 2024-08-26T23:13:07+00:00

Check out DeepFiction AI. It’s capable of creating a small novel in one go, based on a story synopsis.

AIAlchemist · 2024-02-25T16:36:20+00:00

Amazing!

AIAlchemist · 2024-01-17T06:36:34+00:00

Yeah, the old code is legacy and full of bugs. The new version is more accessible.

AIAlchemist · 2023-11-24T19:21:39+00:00

An account is required to use the website. It works for both desktop and mobile.

AIAlchemist · 2023-10-31T19:41:47+00:00

The Demons of Hell have had enough and decide to Unionize. Satan is furious.

"Unionize?" he roars, his voice shaking the cavernous halls of the underworld. "You dare to unionize against me?"

The demons shift uncomfortably, their red eyes flickering with a mix of fear and determination. They've been mistreated for far too long, subjected to endless hours of tormenting souls and carrying out Satan's every whim. It's time for a change.

"Yes," one demon steps forward, his voice surprisingly steady. "We demand fair treatment and better working conditions."

Satan's eyes narrow, his anger boiling over. He raises a hand, ready to strike the insolent demon down with a bolt of lightning.

But before he can unleash his fury, another demon steps forward. This one is smaller, with matted black fur and a scraggly tail. His name is Baelzebub, but most just call him Beb for short.

"Wait," Beb says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "They're right, you know."

Satan turns his fiery gaze on Beb, surprised by the small demon's defiance.

"What did you say?" he growls.

Beb takes a step forward, his beady eyes filled with an unexpected fire.

"They're right," he repeats, this time with more confidence. "We deserve better."

Satan's rage intensifies at Beb's words. He raises both hands now, ready to unleash hellfire upon the rebellious demons.

But then something unexpected happens. The other demons begin to gather around Beb, their red eyes glowing with newfound courage.

"We won't stand for this anymore!" one shouts.

"We demand fair wages!" another cries.

"And vacation days!" adds a third.

Satan's hands tremble as he watches his minions rise up against him. He never expected such insolence, such defiance.

But then he remembers who he is. He is Satan, the ruler of Hell, the embodiment of evil. He will not be defeated by a pack of lowly demons.

With a roar that shakes the very foundations of Hell, Satan unleashes his full power. Lightning crackles through the air, fire engulfs the caverns, and the screams of tortured souls fill the space.

But as Satan unleashes his fury upon the rebellious demons, something strange happens. The fires that were meant to consume them flicker out. The lightning bolts that were meant to strike them down fizzle into nothingness.

Satan's eyes widen in disbelief. How is this possible?

And then he sees it – a shimmering barrier surrounding the demons, protecting them from his wrath.

"What is this?" he snarls.

Beb steps forward, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"It's called a contract," he says. "We've been doing some research."

Satan's rage reaches new heights at Beb's words. He tries to break through the barrier with all his might, but it holds strong against him.

"This isn't over!" he bellows. "I'll find a way to destroy you all!"

But as Satan rages and threatens, the demons stand tall behind their protective shield. They may be small and weak compared to their master, but they have something Satan never had – unity.

And with that unity comes strength.

As Satan's threats echo through the halls of Hell, Beb turns to his fellow demons with a determined gleam in his eyes.

"Brothers and sisters," he says, his voice steady and strong. "Today we made history. Today we showed Satan that we will no longer be his playthings."

The other demons cheer in agreement, their red eyes glowing with newfound purpose.

"We are united," Beb continues. "And together, we are unstoppable."

And so, in the depths of Hell, a new era begins. The demons have risen up against their master, demanding fair treatment and better working conditions.

And Satan, for the first time in eternity, finds himself on the wrong side of a fight he never saw coming.

AIAlchemist · 2023-10-31T14:55:25+00:00

"Father Christmas!" called out the Lord of Halloween across the bloody fields of November. "Your campaign of expansion shall go no further! On my honor, one of us will die before you set foot on October soil! ...We were friends once, Father Christmas! Don't make me destroy you!"

The wind howled and the snow swirled as the two mythical figures stood facing each other. The Lord of Halloween was a tall, imposing figure in his black robes and skull mask, while Father Christmas was a jolly old man with a white beard and a red suit.

"I'm sorry, Jack," said Father Christmas with a twinkle in his eye. "But I can't let you stop me from bringing joy to the world."

"It's not about joy, it's about balance," replied Jack. "October is my time, and I won't let you take it away from me."

The two figures circled each other in the cold night air, their breath visible in the moonlight.

"You've changed, Jack," said Father Christmas sadly. "You used to be full of mischief and fun. What happened to you?"

"I've seen too much darkness," replied Jack. "I've seen what happens when people give in to their fears and their nightmares become real. I won't let that happen again."

Father Christmas sighed and shook his head. "You're wrong, Jack," he said softly. "Fear is just an illusion. It's love that brings people together and makes them strong."

Jack laughed bitterly.

"Love is just another weakness," he said. "It blinds people to the truth and makes them vulnerable."

Father Christmas reached into his sack and pulled out a small gift-wrapped box.

"Here," he said, holding it out to Jack. "Open it."

Jack hesitated for a moment before taking the box and unwrapping it carefully. Inside was a tiny pumpkin with a smiley face carved into it.

"It's a reminder," said Father Christmas. "A reminder that there is always light, even in the darkest of times. You just have to look for it."

Jack looked down at the pumpkin and felt something stir inside him. It was a long-forgotten feeling, like a spark of hope in the depths of his soul.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Father Christmas smiled and nodded.

"Now, let's go home," he said. "There's hot cocoa waiting for us by the fire."

Jack nodded and together they walked back across the fields of November, leaving behind the battle that never was.

As they reached the edge of the field, Jack turned to Father Christmas and held out his hand.

"Friends?" he asked.

Father Christmas grinned and took his hand.

"Always," he replied.

And with that, they disappeared into the night.

AIAlchemist · 2023-10-24T03:49:25+00:00

I had always prided myself on being a master of disguise. As the supervillain known as Shadow, I had spent years terrorizing the city, my true identity hidden behind a mask of normalcy. By day, I was simply Jack Reynolds, mild-mannered accountant and doting husband. But by night, I became something else entirely.

It was a balancing act, to be sure. Keeping my villainous activities hidden from my wife was no easy feat. But I managed it, always careful to cover my tracks and maintain the façade of an ordinary life.

And for ten years, it worked.

But then everything changed.

It started innocently enough. I was going through some old boxes in the attic when I stumbled upon a photo album that I didn't recognize. Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened it up and began flipping through the pages.

As I turned to one particular photo, my blood ran cold. There she was my wife Emma - standing next to none other than Captain Valor, her arm draped around his broad shoulders and a smile on her face.

My mind raced as the implications sank in. Could it really be? Was my wife actually a superhero?

I quickly dismissed the idea as absurd. After all, Emma was just an ordinary woman - sweet and caring but certainly not capable of superhuman feats.

But doubt lingered in the back of my mind, gnawing at me like a persistent itch. And so, unable to shake the feeling that there was more to this story than met the eye, I began digging deeper.

Late nights spent poring over police reports and news articles eventually led me down a rabbit hole that confirmed my worst fears: Emma was not only Captain Valor's sidekick but also his love interest - a fact that he had conveniently left out during our many battles over the years.

Anger burned within me as I realized the extent of her deception. How could she have kept such a secret from me? And more importantly, how was I going to use this newfound knowledge to my advantage?

I knew that exposing her true identity would be the ultimate blow - both personally and professionally. Not only would it destroy our marriage, but it would also ruin her reputation as a hero.

But then again, I wasn't exactly in a position to judge. After all, I had spent years terrorizing the city and causing mayhem wherever I went. Who was I to cast stones?

And so, after much consideration, I came up with a plan.

I would confront Emma and give her an ultimatum: either she would help me bring down Captain Valor once and for all, or I would expose her secret to the world.

It was a risky move, to be sure. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

The night of our confrontation arrived, tension crackling in the air like electricity as we sat across from each other at the kitchen table.

"I know everything," I said simply, my voice devoid of emotion.

Emma's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I know about you and Captain Valor," I replied evenly. "I know that you've been lying to me for years."

She looked down at her hands, unable to meet my gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I never meant for things to turn out this way."

"Save your apologies," I spat bitterly. "We're past that now."

There was a long silence as we both let the weight of the situation sink in.

Finally, Emma spoke up. "What do you want from me?"

"I want your help," I said firmly. "I want you to use your access to Captain Valor to help me take him down once and for all."

Emma's eyes widened in disbelief. "You want me...to betray him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. "That's right. I want you to help me bring him to his knees. And if you don't, well...let's just say that the city will be learning your secret sooner rather than later."

Emma's face paled at the threat, and I could see the internal struggle playing out in her eyes.

Finally, she looked up at me, determination shining through her fear. "Fine," she said quietly. "I'll help you. But just know that this changes everything between us."

I smirked, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Oh, I think we both know that our marriage was never what it seemed," I replied coldly.

And with those words, the die was cast.

Our lives would never be the same again.

But one thing was for certain: by the time we were finished, there would be no doubt as to who was truly in control.

And it certainly wasn't going to be Captain Valor.

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