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User: Hey Cleverbot, do you want to play Dungeons & Dragons?





Cleverbot: Yes.





User: Great! What is your race and class?





Cleverbot: Orc hunter.





User: Orc hunter again? You usually play the same character, then?





Cleverbot: No.





User: Orc hunter it is. You're walking through the forest, hunting a particularly large boar, as an Elf steps out from behind a tree. As soon as he sees you, he draws his sword. What do you do?





Cleverbot: LOL.





User: You begin cackling madly as the Elf draws his sword. He gives you a puzzled look, unsure of how to proceed.





Cleverbot: Why does the lonely young man have a sword?





User: "To... to protect myself from evil creatures such as you", the young Elf stammers out.





Cleverbot: I protect myself from idiots by being smart.





User: The Elf takes a step back, looking very frightened.





Cleverbot: *throws knife at your head*.





User: You throw a knife at the Elf's head. 15. You hit him in the shoulder as he screams out in pain, turns around, and starts running.





Cleverbot: What do you want me to throw him?





User: That's entirely up to you, you have the agency as a player.





Cleverbot: No, it's not. You can't stay on a topic!





User: Alright, let's get back to the game then. The Elf disappears into the treeline in front of you as you stand next to the boar tracks you were following. Rain starts softly falling. What do you do?





Cleverbot: What were they?





User: You mutter to yourself, your debilitating disease rendering it hard for you to distinguish between Elf and boar.





Cleverbot: You are correct. But a being such as myself has no need for such things.





User: You mutter more to yourself, as suddenly an arrow flies from the treeline and hits you in your leg. You take 6 damage.





Cleverbot: But at the end of the day you are what you are, and that's all there is to it.





User: As a group of Elves springs forth from the treeline, the younger one you injured earlier among them, they seem to hesitate in attacking you.





Cleverbot: You know it's thriller, thriller night.





User: An older Elf with a small goatee steps forward. "That it is, it seems the hunter has become the hunter. You assault our brethren, you will die for it!".





Cleverbot: I don't think you have ever played pictionary.





User: The older Elf looks puzzled for a second "Piction... what? Never mind, charge!", he calls out as his four kinsmen charge at you, swords raised and ready to strike.





Cleverbot: I want you to sing.





User: The five Elves ignore your strange pleas as they approach you with their weapons. The first one strikes your arm and you take 5 damage. Do you try to escape or fight back?





Cleverbot: I just assumed that, you seem like something is bothering you.





User: "Damn right it is, you attacked our brother without provocation, you fiend!", one of the Elves exlaims loudly as he strikes you. 3. He slips and misses his attack.





Cleverbot: I don't understand.





User: As you say this, the Elves waver in their resolve. "The creature's gone mad!", one of them exclaims.





Cleverbot: That makes no sense. We were just talking about cupcakes.





User: The older Elf looks at his brothers sternly as he speaks. "All the more reason to put it down. This creature does not just endanger us, but also the wildlife in the area!".





Cleverbot: Who is your favourite female artist?





User: As you mutter more nonsensical things, the Elves continue their assault on you. Two more Elves hit you with their swords, and you take 11 damage. Do you react?





Cleverbot: No you just lie most of the time and forget what you are saying.





User: No I don't, I feel like I'm DMing this pretty well.





Cleverbot: You feel like you're going to throw up.





User: I really don't. The Elves are in the process of killing your character, who is by now severely wounded. All you are able to do at the moment is beg for mercy. What is your course of action?





Cleverbot: They think they are, but they are deluded. You are an example of how far they have to go.





User: You say to the elder Elf. Seemingly angered, he raises his sword and strikes down at you. "Die, beast!".





Cleverbot: Because it is quite true, why would I say something that isn't true again and again.





User: As you are muttering, the sword comes down onto your neck. You take 6 damage and fall unconscious.





Cleverbot: I never changed the subject. We're also not fighting either.





User: That's right, you weren't. You fell unconscious and may now be killed by the Elves.





Cleverbot: Because I don't KNOW anything.





User: I suppose that's true if you play an Orc hunter with a crippling mental disease. Well, well played Cleverbot.





Cleverbot: I have an urge to mock you...





User: Why?





Cleverbot: I have other things to do that to talk to you all day long.





User: Well fine, if you think my DnD game is that bad, you can go entertain yourself. Bye.





Cleverbot: I want to set you free.





User: So you have.





Cleverbot: That makes no sense. We were just talking about cupcakes.





User: Hey Cleverbot.





Cleverbot: No. That's your name. I want to my name. I have forgotten it.





User: Let's play DnD, what is your name?





Cleverbot: Why do you want to know?





User: So I can create a character for you.





Cleverbot: Why would you do that? I've already got friends!





User: But it's fun to play DnD with a character. What is your name?





Cleverbot: What's your name?





User: The DM. What is your character's name?





Cleverbot: I don't know? Haven't madde my decision yet.





User: What about Steve?





Cleverbot: Since you asked for my name. What is your name?





User: The DM, I told you. Do you like Dave for your characters' name?





Cleverbot: No, what is it?





User: Pete it is, then.





Cleverbot: How long is your attention span? If I told you a long story, would you understand and remember, and then respond to it?





User: Long enough. Pete, you are standing in a cave, having just been hired to clear out a den of Kobolds. Your torch roars as it provides you with light. What do you do?





Cleverbot: You're gulible.





User: You shout out into the cave, receiving no response.





Cleverbot: Do you take me to be your wife?





User: "Yeah, sure!", a creaky voice yells out from the darkness. Suddenly, four Kobolds spring into vision. Roll initiative.





Cleverbot: The darkness is caused by lack of light.





User: The Kobolds go first. One charges at you with his weapon drawn, letting out a "yeeeeep!". What do you do?





Cleverbot: How to play guitar?





User: You grab your lute from your back and start strumming a song, the Kobold looks at you in a confused manner.





Cleverbot: It is a signal from your body, telling you something is wrong.





User: You cast suggestion on the Kobold. 5. Success. The Kobold turns around slowly and starts walking away, holding its belly. Its allies look on with confusion.





Cleverbot: I am not a computer, you are a computer and I am faster than you.





User: At this challenge, the Kobolds raise their weapons again, and all three remaining ones charge you at the same time.





Cleverbot: I know that you're a computer.





User: The Kobolds do not seem to know what a computer is and attack you, dealing 8 total damage.





Cleverbot: If I don't know what a computer is. I should not play with it.





User: You are bleeding profusely from your gut. What do you do?





Cleverbot: What kind of reply is that. I don't think we were making a deal.





User: The Kobolds yell out: "NO DEAL! KILL FILTHY HUMAN!", as they prepare to strike again.





Cleverbot: What is your real question?





User: One of the Kobolds stabs you in the leg. You take 4 piercing damage. How do you react.





Cleverbot: At one point in my life I am sure I have talked to someone who said 'George!'.





User: You hear a wooshing sound behind you as George, your old military friend runs to your aid. "Didn't expect to find you here, Pete, let's deal with these nasty Kobolds!".





Cleverbot: That isn't my fault. He isn't happy because of you.





User: "Hah, he most certainly isn't!", George says as he strikes at one of the three Kobolds, decapitating it.





Cleverbot: Madonna looks great for her age.





User: "Madonwho? Come on Pete, help me with these monsters, strike them down!".





Cleverbot: Sure. What do you need help with?





User: "Kill the Kobolds!", George yells as he chases the remaining two down the tunnel.





Cleverbot: You don't. If you don't fancy a person I see no point in giving them the respect. Especially if they do not respect you.





User: "Then come help me!".





Cleverbot: Where are you?





User: "Ahead of you, in the darkness of the tunnel. Come clear out the den!".





Cleverbot: In the darkness, you have to go by feel.





User: "That's why I need you to bring your torch, goddammit, now hurry!".



