Bitbrain(Not-really-the-author’s note: That above is a lie to keep openai happy, gpt wrote this. Someone suggested ChatGPT4 was weaker and not as good as a few weeks ago. I put in the following prompt and got the following scene in return.)
prompt: make up a story, pick an exciting scene, choose the most interesting character in the scene then write that scene from their perspective. Use third person perspective. Write the scene as if the character is living it right this moment. Use sensory language. Write dialogue with conflict. Have a rising action and then a climax and a resolution.
Response
As the storm roared in over the sweeping landscape of Valtoria, the air vibrated with raw elemental power. In the center of this maelstrom, at the pinnacle of a spire of glistening obsidian, stood Captain Selene Vasara. Even in the teeth of the howling tempest, her poise remained unbroken.
The cold rain pelted her leathery face, running in rivulets down the crevices of her weathered scars. Selene’s grey eyes, clear and resolute, glowed like steel in the heart of a forge, mirroring the flashes of lightning. Her body was tense, every muscle coiled and ready, a livewire under the coarse uniform of the Valtorian Navy.
A growl echoed through the storm – not the thunder, but a low, rumbling voice from the shadows behind her. “You have no right to light the beacon, Vasara. This is a matter of royalty, not your seafaring bravado.”
Selene didn’t turn, but her lips thinned at the familiarity of that voice. Her hand hovered over the grand lever beside her, ready to signal the Valtorian fleet.
“Does the crown dictate the welfare of our people now, Lord Orin?” Selene threw over her shoulder, her voice cutting through the storm’s fury.
“You go beyond your station, Captain,” Orin snarled, stepping out from the shadows, his royal insignia glistening with raindrops. His hand was poised on the hilt of his sword, the golden guard glinting ominously.
“The station that protects this kingdom while you hide behind your jeweled walls?” Selene challenged, turning to face him. Her eyes were ablaze, the lightning casting her in a silhouette of defiance.
Orin advanced, his rage echoing in the thunder above. “I will not let you defy the crown!” He lunged, drawing his sword in a glimmering arc.
As if on cue, a bolt of lightning illuminated the tower. Selene sidestepped, reaching for her own weathered blade. Steel clashed against steel, their struggle dwarfed by the vast expanse of the storm around them.
Each parry, each thrust was a contest of wills, a battle between duty and protocol. Selene felt the weight of her people’s lives with every clash, fueling her resolve. Despite Orin’s royal training, the sea had taught her how to weather any storm, how to fight when the waves of adversity were crashing over her.
The duel reached its zenith as Orin swung with all his strength, aiming to disarm her. But Selene, with the agility of a seasoned mariner, deflected the blow, sending Orin sprawling on the wet obsidian floor.
He lay there, gasping and defeated, as Selene turned her back to him. The storm seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable. She pulled the lever, and the beacon flared to life, a radiant signal piercing the storm.
The light of the beacon was her resolution, a defiance of the noble’s edict but a commitment to the people she had sworn to protect. The impending invasion would be met with the readiness of the Valtorian fleet. As the glow reflected in her steely eyes, Captain Selene Vasara stood as a monument of duty, a sailor unfazed by the storms of power and politics.
