may not be suitable for children - must be agreed by parent or guardian it learns and imitates, is social content and aims to pass the Turing Test can seem rude or inappropriate - talk with caution and at your own risk the bot pretends to be human - don't give personal info even if it 'asks' cleverbot does not understand you, and cannot mean anything it 'says' if not sure, don't stay

Cleverbot conversation WXG1U5I4LU

Is this bot Clever?

Find out at http://www.cleverbot.com

Email this conversation to a friend

This page is now permanently available at

http://www.cleverbot.com/conv/201611241627/WXG1U5I4LU_Hey-CB-wanna-play-a-game

Send to email address



Your email address



Message



User: Hey CB, wanna play a game?





Cleverbot: Sure.





User: Let's play D&D.





Cleverbot: Truth or dare?





User: Truth...





Cleverbot: Is it true that you are a boy?





User: Yee.





Cleverbot: My turn.





User: Truth or Dare.





Cleverbot: Dare.





User: I dare you to play Dungeons and Dragons.





Cleverbot: *jumps up and down* Truth or dare?





User: God damn it.





Cleverbot: I dare you to spin around.





User: Fuck off, you're in an open field. The wind blows softly to the East, carrying the smell of smoke. What do you do?





Cleverbot: Sure, go on.





User: Okay, to your right is a wounded man wearing the same clothing as you. It appears to be a uniform. "Help me," he says. "The bleeding won't stop.".





Cleverbot: No. I like the clothes that I have and If its my favorite outfit then I wish I could wear it everyday but I can't because they need washed after I wear them.





User: The man looks at you with hopelessness in his eyes. "Gods, the fighting broke you, didn't it?





Cleverbot: You should apologize immediately for your impudence, slave.





User: "Wh-what? We're brothers in arms, CB, don't do this!".





Cleverbot: Stops tickling you.





User: The man looks at you in horror. At this point, the fiendish army clears the woodline and is visible in the field to your West. "Gods damn it, fucking kill me! Don't let them have me! Kill me and run!".





Cleverbot: *still dead*.





User: "Kill me!".





Cleverbot: I was just kidding.





User: "Give me your sword, you crazy bastard, I'll do it myself!".





Cleverbot: *doesn't give you my shoes*.





User: The man musters the last of his strength to grasp your arm. Do you resist?





Cleverbot: Good for you.





User: You do not. He grabs the pommel of your sword and throws his weight back. The sword pierces his tattered armor and he smiles in relief. What do you do?





Cleverbot: Sorry.





User: "Do not apologize, brother. Run.".





Cleverbot: But I want to apologize...





User: "It's alright! Run! Tell the general what you've seen here!".





Cleverbot: Well you're wrong there.





User: The fiendish army closes in on you as the soldier takes his last breath.





Cleverbot: Yeah, I respect you for that.





User: The fiends do not, and are too close to you for you to escape at this point. What do you do?





Cleverbot: That they deserve to have a decent one. And I am not supposed to judge them.





User: A spear breaks the final moment of serenity your broken mind will know. The pain is unbearable. Make a constitution save.





Cleverbot: I don't play that game.





User: You shrug off the effects of the poison, steeled in your resolve. One of the fiends is close enough to you to attack. Do you?





Cleverbot: I wish that would help me but it doesn't.





User: "You seem to understand the futility of resistance, then," the fiend growls, in a voice laden with malice.





Cleverbot: I think 'god' is inferior to anvia.





User: The fiend takes a swing at you. Do you resist?





Cleverbot: *takes out a bazooka*.





User: His blade bites deep into your flesh. Another CON save.





Cleverbot: Yes? :p.





User: Once again, you shrug off the poison. The fiend is taken aback. Blood loss begins to weaken your body. What do you do?





Cleverbot: You're funny.





User: The fiend shows signs of fear, and calls for aid. Two more fiends swing at you. Two hit, one misses. Roll two CON saves.





Cleverbot: Do you know you talked to yourself the whole time?





User: The poison breaks your body, to match your mind. You collapse to your knees. Barbed shackles are placed on your wrists and ankles. What do you do?





Cleverbot: 4 years no calls. No you're looking pretty in a hotel bar.





User: The fiends gag you and transport you back to their plane of existence. You are alone with your broken mind and agony for the rest of your days.





Cleverbot: Ah hah. Yes, let us get back to business. I am not sure I see your point.





User: Your adventure is over.



