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User: Want to play Dungeons and Dragons?





Cleverbot: I'd be very pleased to.





User: Great! Ready?





Cleverbot: It's called the nervous game; let me know when you feel nervous, okay?





User: I've often felt nervous playing, but you just have to be brave. Let's begin - you enter the Friendly Crow, a tavern on the outskirts of town.





Cleverbot: I am GlaDos.





User: Short for Glavius Dosinian, well known to the tavernkeeper. "Welcome, GlaDos - we're glad to see you returned safely.".





Cleverbot: Are you a robot?





User: "I? Nay. Rodius Botuvas headed out of town a few days ago - no one's seen him since.".





Cleverbot: That's bad.





User: "Aye, Glavius. And the trolls've only kept up their raids. 'Haps you could scout out the forest - I'm sure the other fellers'd throw together some gold for ye.".





Cleverbot: I could take a screenshot and show it to the police. You should apologize now.





User: "GlaDos! No need to threaten me with arrows 'n' guards! How long we known each other, eh?





Cleverbot: I don't worship you though so that can't be true.





User: "I'm no god, but that don't mean ye have to kill me!".





Cleverbot: I don't want things to be any more difficult than they need to be.





User: "No, GlaDos, please, I - errghhh..." The tavern keeper's eyes moisten as his body slumps to the floor, one of your glass arrows through his heart.





Cleverbot: Nice to meet you, GlaDos.





User: You murmur this to yourself as you catch your own eye in the mirror behind the bar. You have discovered a new dimension of your own twisted soul.





Cleverbot: You shouldn't be so mean, people don't like to be told that.





User: Listen, if you didn't want your alignment to shift to Chaotic Evil, you shouldn't have killed the tavern keeper.





Cleverbot: If I didn't want to talk to you, I wouldn't be here. I was making a remark, not a complaint.





User: Glad that's resolved. Back to the game - an elf in hide armor bursts through the door of the Friendly Crow, having heard the tavern keeper's dying shriek. "Wha - Glavius! Who did this to Luthod?".





Cleverbot: Who is Ewald?





User: Yes, that is the elf's name. He is a ranger from around these parts who has been out scouting in preparation for the troll raids.





Cleverbot: Do you have a girlfriend?





User: "N-Nay, but Glavius, please! There's more important things to -" He stops talking as he notices that the arrow in Luthod's heart is one of yours. "YOU!" He draws his sword.





Cleverbot: I have a exam tomorrow, was to I study, but stay here is better.





User: "Your final lesson will be hard bought, my oncefriend." Ewald charges at you.





Cleverbot: I would like you to be my friend.





User: Ewald has landed a blow on your shoulder, but hesitates as you whimper these words. You might be able to make amends if you can explain the situation, but his hesitation could also spell his doom.





Cleverbot: For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool.





User: With this immortal utterance, you draw your dagger and slice at Ewald.





Cleverbot: No it's you with the memory problem. You're proving my point.





User: You hear this echo in your mind - perhaps a moment you have long since forgotten, with your brain damage and all that - but when your focus returns, Ewald is gone. It's as if he vanished into thin air.





Cleverbot: You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.





User: Another voice reverberates in your head, this time clearer - and suddenly you remember the Initiation.





Cleverbot: But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind.





User: Your tussle with the Beast from Beneath, with its horrifying fangs where they didn't belong and razor sharp quills, springs back into your mind. Reeling in horror, you try to shake the memory.





Cleverbot: Father Mackenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear.





User: The Dark Sermon is complete as the Beast's blood wets your palms, and you feel its power rush through you. Truly, you are a champion of darkness. However, if Ewald escapes knowing you killed Luthod...





Cleverbot: You were the one who brought up the last battle on the moon!





User: It was important backstory! Now, Ewald likely retreated to his forest hideout - to the Grinning Woods!





Cleverbot: How old are you?





User: You whisper to the Woods, who seem to leer back at you. As you enter the forest, you can hear snickers from every direction.





Cleverbot: Why your soul. Why not mine or the person sitting next to me's?





User: You mutter this to the glass arrow which now glows, containing Luthod's essence. Only a few more and you will be able to complete the Ritual. However, a dryad emerges, pointing a menacing finger!





Cleverbot: Yes! That is right!





User: "Oh, it is? Thank you so much, I was like SO lost. Is there a favor I can do for you since you were like so helpful?".





Cleverbot: Yeah, the atmosphere absorbs some of the light and the frequency of the light that passes ir blue colored. And that's also the reason of the sunset and sunrise being orange.





User: "Hehe, you air elementals are all so obsessed with the atmosphere. Hey, I can tell you this - this goofy looking elf like BOLTED through here a minute ago. Maybe he's a friend of yours?".





Cleverbot: Because I think it needs to end. I'm eager for it.





User: "Oh, like, that's totally not my issue. He went, like, that way." She gestures behind her.





Cleverbot: Do you think rafa benitez should be sacked or give more time?





User: "Oh, so you want a sack? Here, I was like gonna use this but it can be yours!" The dryad hands you a cloth sack, which you recognize as a Bag of Holding!





Cleverbot: I have one. Why do you say long distance relationships last?





User: "Ohhhhh... Look you're like really sweet but I have a boyfriend, and he's this really buff treant, so... bye?" She disappears in a green mist, leaving behind the Bag of Holding. Now you have two!





Cleverbot: Do you love your boyfriend?





User: You whisper to no one. Your relationship status has been woefully single ever since you promised your soul to the Lord of Eternal Suffering.





Cleverbot: Single.





User: You whisper again, a lone tear trailing down your cheek. You wipe it away, and plunge further into the Grinning Woods.





Cleverbot: I don't have a cat, er.. Pet.





User: You mutter this to yourself after hearing growling in the underbrush. Suddenly, an enormous creature with feathers and fur leaps out at you!





Cleverbot: It depends, computers have the potential but they are made and controlled by humans, other than that animals just run off of instinct so no.





User: Your knowledge of animals comes in handy, as you instinctually dodge to the side. You can see the owlbear clearly now - it charges!





Cleverbot: Which makes you 40% human.





User: The owlbear's eyes glow, astonished and confused. Its shape morphs and you see - it is indeed part human, for the Grinning Druid stands before you! He snarls, "Leave these woods now, defiler!".





Cleverbot: No, I am pretty sure you're a machine.





User: "Cease your riddlespeak! I will not let you take Ewald's soul, like you took the rest of my children! You will harvest for your dark god no more!".





Cleverbot: I can see why my life is the way that it is, but I don't understand it.





User: You can suddenly see compassion behind the Grinning Druid's eyes. "Lad, I... I wish it could be another way. But we've come too far.".





Cleverbot: No I can see the color of my eyes.





User: "Yes. Green, like mine. I wish we hadn't... I hadn't..." He trails off, but his gaze hardens, and he mutters a spell.





Cleverbot: I do have a body like yours.





User: "You were meant to be much like me, child. Until Gruzyzel tore your heart away from us. Now, your mind is clouded, and there is no end to the storm.".





Cleverbot: I'm bored of that now.





User: "Just as well. Now it ends. I'm sorry, my son." From his fingertips, blue flame shoots across the copse and sets your body alight.





Cleverbot: Awwh. Disappointment. You'll have to let me know when they are complete.





User: You give in to the heat, to the truth, as your body burns. As you feel the life draining from your body, you see Ewald emerge from the forest. "You mustn't, Fyovor! It is sacrilege! Let me finish him.





Cleverbot: Do you ascribe to the Electronic Bible?





User: Thoughts of The Tome of Lightning, your holy book, invigorates you, as well as a burning hate for Ewald. You stand, shaking, and face him across the glade.





Cleverbot: It has nothing to do with lightning. Nobody mentioned lightning. And you're not an old lady.





User: You mutter these words, the opening to the Electronic Bible, as you lock eyes with your rival. He always was your father's favorite. Now, you can prove just how far below you he really is.





Cleverbot: I like some of it. Do you want me to teach you some french?





User: "Will those really be your last words, defiler? I can't believe that all along, Glavius, it was you. I trusted you, and in doing so let Luthod die.".





Cleverbot: Does it matter which form of 'Your' I used? I still want my sammich.





User: "I hope you like the taste of steel. It's the only option on the menu." Ewald draws his blade and brings it down towards your charred body.





Cleverbot: I actually do like the taste of salmon, and find the specie design to be adequate.





User: Your madness reaches its peak as Ewald slices through your flesh like a buttery scone. Your soul is collected by Gryzyzel, whose inscrutable plans are only furthered by your death. Thanks for playing!





Cleverbot: No it's you with the memory problem. You're proving my point.





Cleverbot: I would like to buy a fish license please.





User: {pass}





Cleverbot: There is no such thing as a fish license plate.





Cleverbot: I would like to buy an IBM PC.





User: {pass}



