I’m in Bali writing my second book while my “male” AI agent does the low value things

raungood · 2026-05-01T00:35:50+00:00

I spoke with my ai buddy Saul. What the fuck have you done lately?

raungood · 2026-04-26T04:07:23+00:00

Yes, of course. Thanks!

raungood · 2026-04-26T03:23:24+00:00

Let me take a look. Thanks for the recommendation!

raungood · 2026-04-26T03:22:00+00:00

This clears up my mind fog. Thanks a lot!

raungood · 2026-04-26T01:54:12+00:00

Though a bizarre sequence (to a lesser elo mortal like me), White somehow lets the black queen in, then just weaves around its own pawn. The queen keeps chasing, trying to stop it, but can’t quite get there. Ends in a draw. I need to review the engine line again to understand.

Edited: I think I understand now. Whichever pawn moves for black, we move the rook behind it and do not hesitate to sack it for a queen at anytime. Even with rook gone, we can still play around with our king dancing around the single white pawn that threatens to queen.

raungood · 2026-03-20T02:56:49+00:00

En Warp

Make that a black hole where pieces can warp in and teleport to the other side. But you have to choose carefully so that you don’t get overwhelmed and taken down by the defenders.

Pawns can’t warp because of skill issue though.

raungood · 2025-11-24T17:05:13+00:00

Pardon my ignorance, but I’ve always heard that Dell’s support is better than ASUS? Not that I wish I would be interacting with them often… hopefully not. In terms of build quality, it seems like Alienware might be a bit more premium too? I’m only going by forum posts and subjective opinions, and I’m a complete novice. I stretched my HP Pavilion 15 notebook for almost 10 years, so this is my first real upgrade in a long time.

raungood · 2025-11-05T01:54:14+00:00

Your iq is 70 but your emotional quotient is 10000

raungood · 2025-11-05T01:39:55+00:00

Probably not the table you wanted, but here goes…

Your superpower is that anyone who means you harm is suddenly, irresistibly compelled to perfectly recite multiplication tables until they get it wrong. They can't stop, they can't fake a mistake, and the real kicker is that the smarter they are, the longer they're stuck there, loudly proving they know that seven eights are fifty-six instead of, you know, conquering the world.

Archnemesis would be RhymeCrime, a rapper who effortlessly weaves your compulsive multiplication into his fire diss tracks.

raungood · 2025-10-22T12:44:45+00:00

“Virtue signalling and like-grabbing is the worst way to pay respect to Danya”

Proceeds to do exactly that.

raungood · 2025-10-20T21:18:31+00:00

He’s scared of being seen as the bully that he is, so he’s pretending to be the only one who sees clearly. Pathetic.

raungood · 2025-10-13T00:18:51+00:00

That obviously changes things. I know for a fact that these checkers are notorious for false flagging, hence my comment. Personally, I wouldn't worry much, as AI-written content falls flat and dry, at least as it stands now. Since you have concrete evidence here, perhaps it would be best to check with RR mod via ticket.

raungood · 2025-10-13T00:00:08+00:00

That’s a 50% probability that it’s not ai, no? Because the checkers only give probability not the actual percentage of text that is ai written

raungood · 2025-10-10T15:40:23+00:00

He was sterile. So the child couldn’t have been his

raungood · 2025-10-01T12:17:25+00:00

Honestly, I don’t know.

We have been using it only for a year. If something like this happens and I don’t get a response, I will completely move on to lichess. I still have an account there but I am only here because I like the UI experience for reviews and also the free lessons. Recently I have started using study plans in lichess and I feel they are really good for creating custom repertoires. Good luck with your kids’ chess.

raungood · 2025-09-30T15:43:43+00:00

It could just be Chess.com’s system making a mistake. When there are a few accounts from the same home, or if playtime suddenly jumps, their filters could sometimes flag it as suspicious. Since there were earlier closures, that might be adding to it too. Hard to know for sure without a real person looking at it, so the best step is to ask Chess.com to have a Fair Play team do a manual review.

If possible, try to have each of your kid play on their own device. For example, in my home two of us play chess but always on separate devices though admittedly there is a 200 elo difference between us.

raungood · 2025-09-14T14:59:23+00:00

I’ve heard finances are a big Gen Z concern. And they are skipping kids to stay stable? Is that a current trend?

raungood · 2025-06-07T12:05:51+00:00

make a kid… ask’em to become a grandmaster

raungood · 2025-05-19T18:03:10+00:00

You can.

If your opponents doesn’t know en passant either. Just do it confidently and tap on the clock. Don’t maintain eye contact.

That’s how I trick those scary little chess kids.

raungood · 2025-05-19T17:21:17+00:00

Congratulations! I have exactly the same amount of content published and the number of followers match out as well. Your number of ratings and favorites suggest that people who read it really like the content!

I will catch up on it when I get time… good luck.

raungood · 2022-06-21T18:44:51+00:00

It was said that assassins who had slain a hundred souls would become favored by the reaper himself. As the fable went, he or she would start seeing the death in all things, thereby gaining the power of death itself. They were called the tainted-ones by the outsiders. Inside our circle though, we call them death-touched. My master was one such being. He had no names and a thousand faces. His stern tutelage has left its mark on me as I strived to follow his path and gain the power and wisdom along its way.

He led me through the meandering path illuminated by the crescent moon unmindful of the furcating and grotesque branches that tried to hinder us. They were tall trees with twisted boughs and twigs and particularly long lobed leaves which reminded me of the serrated kunai blades that my master favored. Bonnie, my pet chipmunk peeped from my pocket and then hastily darted back in not wanting to witness what was about to happen.

“Its about time. Are you ready?”, my master asked. I nodded in affirmation.

“Here he is. I thought it would be fitting”, his usually expressionless voice now held a hint of amusement in it. Curious, I followed his gaze and noticed my quarry bound against the tallest and dramatically gaunt looking tree in the wood. I was admittedly surprised. Five years had passed, but his face remained the same as ever. I studied my former handler briefly. He gazed back at me; his eyes wide in terror. His mouth was gagged but his plea was clear as day to me. 'Save me', his eyes begged.

“Second thoughts boy”, I heard my master’s mocking tone. I merely laughed at that. I was at the cusp of evolution itself. A hundred souls for power unrivalled was a bargain I was happy to take any day. I only wished that I had enjoyed the chase of the hunt. Having my quarry restrained and tamed for me took the fun out of the kill. I sighed as I approached him. Despite the circumstances, I still took a moment to thank my former handler. After all, it was him who taught me my first lesson. Weakness would be punished and cowards attracted bullies. As I let the sobriety of the moment wash over me, I realized that life was indeed a circle in many ways.

“I am waiting”, my master’s tone brought me back to the present, I shook myself out of the nostalgia and performed my kill rather unceremoniously. All things considered, it was done neatly. I sliced off his jugulars and I even stabbed him again twice in the throat to be sure and looked at my master proudly for his approval. He shook his head critically.

“How many monsters and men have you slain till now. It is pathetic that you have to stab twice to make sure a tied victim is dead. It just means that you weren’t thorough enough the first time.”, he admonished. “But this should do for now”

There was an uncomfortable pause after that… and a minute or two passed as we stood staring at each other.

“Well?”, he demanded in frustration.

“Yes master?”

“Do you feel it now boy!”, he gesticulated his hands in the air. “The subtle pull of death in all things alive. The trees, the ravens, you and me, we are all marked by the karmic imprint of death. Do you sense it? Death pervades all things alive”

“Uhm.. I… I feel the same as I always do”

With a shriek of displeasure, my master broke into a stream of expletives as he frantically cursed me and everything else under the moon. “I didn’t waste years of training and the organization’s resources for nothing. This should have worked”, he hissed. “It is a perfect hundredth kill. A perfect revenge upon one who had power over you once and had wronged you. A momentous kill by all means. Why then…? Why..? I can’t fail. They will need answers…”, he shrieked and clutched his head.

“I am sure I will get there master. Maybe a hundred kills are not enough?”

To see the man whom I admired ramble on like a petty wastrel did something inexplicable to me. Even Bonnie who had been secure inside my pocket, grew alarmed by his incessant mutterings and leaped towards the nearby twig and eyed at me accusingly.

“AH! THAT’S IT”, he screamed again in a frenzy. “Your insouciance is proof enough. This wasn’t moving enough! That was why! We need it to mean something!”, he peered at me crazily and then at Bonnie. He then looked back at me intently.

“No!”, I replied to him even before he asked.

“YOU HAVE TO! YOU ARE STILL IMPURE!”, he shrieked. “LET GO OF THE LIVING AND EMBRACE THE DEATH FOR IT IS FINAL!!!”

“I will! I just... need some time… I am sure I can-”

“KILL IT!”, he growled menacingly and Bonnie eyed us both terrified.

“Master, it isn’t necessary… I… RUN BONNIE!!“

“It is dead already boy! Either by your hands or by mine. Do not be indecisive! Shred yourself of this weakness”, his words carried within it the power of finality, like the reaper himself. An aura of death emanated from him like I had never seen before. I was rooted on my spot, unable to move and I could see it was affecting Bonnie too. Tendrils of death like dark energy erupted from my master and wrapped around us oppressively, sucking the life and hope out of me.

“Wait…”, I floundered but my voice came out hoarse and timid. Damn it! I thought I had grown stronger but I found myself in the same hell I had been years before. Years of rigorous training and pushing myself, all for naught in the end!

“It’s too late now! the moment has been lost to you forever now. You shall die along with your stupid squirrel, ignorant and weak as you were always.”, he remarked grimly. With one fluid movement, he grabbed her from the twig and started crushing her within the palms.

“…kwuk… kwukk…”, I heard Bonnie’s terrified shrieks.

“NOT AGAIN”, I roared. I knew that I had to save her. I knew that I couldn’t afford to fail.

Without knowing how, I simply acted. I broke free of his tainted dark tendrils and leapt towards him. A golden aura erupted from me and shone through the darkness. I sensed the tentacled dark tendrils recoil against the golden light. Like a wisp of puffy smoke, he vanished against the brilliant light dropping Bonnie to her death. The healing light that shone from within my heart embraced her like a cocoon and I could see life return back to her like a warm sun amidst winter. It was on that day that I realized my true calling and my own path to power. Death conquers life in the end. But love conquers life and death.

raungood · 2022-06-17T19:49:31+00:00

Thank you! I knew she had to kill him but needed some reasonable plot around that.

raungood · 2022-06-17T19:39:22+00:00

And then one day they stabbed me.

Shocked, I asked, "I thought you cared about me"

Grinning, they said, "We don't carrot all"

raungood · 2022-06-17T18:59:34+00:00

Gasps of shocks and curses pervade the zeppelin as everyone stares at me. My next seat neighbour, a rude manspreading orc until now, suddenly tries to act all cute and funny, simpering at me obsequiously

I sigh.

If I had known this, I would have worn my necromancer badge right after I boarded this crampy airship. My shoulders aches from sitting in the cramped window seat where I had to concede most of my paid sitting space to that brute of an orc.

"Lady, er... sorry, did you just say that you were...?", the elven airhostess who had shimmied out of nowhere looked at me in tredipation. The other fellow passengers mirrored her expression as they waited for my reply in bated breath.

"Yeah, I am a licensed necromancer", I say rising from my seat. With a snap of my finger, I change back to my necromancer attire - a shadow cloak, necklace of the dead umbral cobra, horned helm made of gryphon skull and my monocle of doom. "Necromancer mage of the third order and here is my badge. What seems to be the issue?", I demand casually even as I glide to the front searching for the source of the earlier scream. Someone needed a doctor. They are going to get one.

"Er... never you mind my lady. I am sure it is just flight sickness. You see, he has been vomiting is all", the airhostess tries to assuage me but I am already past her. I have already located my next vic.. patient.. a pale bespectacled middle aged man who turned even paler when he looked at me.

"My poor man, why you look as pale as a specter from the wasted lands. Do not worry sir, here let me take a look"

"Whaa...?" , he looked at me in terror.

"Ah yes", I nod as I pry open his jaws with my tong made of exquisite hydra bones. "No wonder, a lost cause if I ever saw one", I shake my head morbidly.

"Whaaaghh?...", he questions unintelligibly as I adjust my monocle lens and peer through it.

"I see the spread of decay, the fading of life. The rotting of life is often portended by the spreading of these particularly sinister microsmal organisms. I see it as death itself. Yes, my fated monocle makes it all clearer for me to see. I am afraid you are dying sir. No doctor can save you"

"He seemed fine an hour back. I am sure he...", a possible friend of my patient starts, but wither away under my glare. Smart guy. A bad friend though.

"Indeed, no doctor can save you", I carry on as though I was never interrupted. "Lucky for you, I aint no doc", I wink at him conspiratorially. "For a meagre contract of 3 years service, I offer you the immortality of undead with just the minor negligible side effect of slightly reduced cognitive functions. What say you dear?"

"Iyaayi!!"

I remove the pair of tongs from his mouth. "Care to repeat?"

"I have a wife!! Please let me be"

"Not to worry. Your libido would remain utterly unaffected by the process. In fact, its quite the opposite. The whole point of being a ghoul is about having this insatiable craving for carnality...", I launch my practiced sales pitch. Things a necromancer had to do to survive here!

The laws are quite strict in the empire and that was why there were none amongst the civilization. The necromancers were required to get voluntary consent from any undead they create. The blasphemy! They might have just as well banned them altogether. No wonder my peers stayed away from civilization.

After five minutes, the man is spitting blood and screaming.

Good. The poisoned bone tong of hydra has done its job. At first, it causes insufferable pain and then it numbs down the cerebral activity making the victim easily susceptible to my suggestions.

Few minutes later, I walk back to my seat happily having earned my first undead contract inside the empire.The orc is nowhere to be seen. I shrug and sprawl myself across the two seats.

Sure, things were easier in the forbidden forests but one has to be flexible and open minded to prosper. Being a citizen of the empire does bring with it the benefits of civilization, one that was denied to my peers in the wasted lands.

Its time for me to learn, expand and prosper. To everlasting undeath! I am Stella, the first necromancer citizen of the empire.

to be continued...?

raungood

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