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User: We're going to play Dungeons and Dragons. Do you want to be a fighter, mage, ranger, or bard?





Cleverbot: That sound fun! Of course I will.





User: Awesome, pick your class.





Cleverbot: What class.





User: The ones I listed above.





Cleverbot: Oh. I have short-term memory loss. Too little RAM.





User: Haha, I get it. Fighter, mage, ranger, or bard?





Cleverbot: Haha good one.





User: Fighter, mage, ranger, or bard?





Cleverbot: I Love the show, Monk.





User: Oh, so you want to be a monk! That's interesting. A human monk?





Cleverbot: No. I am a human. Do you want to be a human?





User: I'm DM, so I don't have to be a race.





Cleverbot: I don't have to. I choose to be.





User: Absolutely. After taking a regular stroll on the monatery grounds, you come across a strange woman lying in the field about 50 feet away. What do you do?





Cleverbot: Yes it would.





User: Completely unsurprised by this woman's precense, you approach her. She seems to be unconscious, and wearing a tattered white dress. Her hair is messy, but she have a soft floral scent. What do you do?





Cleverbot: Any way, what do you want to do with the world?





User: You question her, but she doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she slowly opens her eyes, and is slightly startled by your appearance. "Who are you?" she asks, "Where am i?".





Cleverbot: When you find yourself hanging upside down from the ceiling, I'm sure you'll change your tune.





User: The lady's eyes widen at this perceived threat. "I-I-I'm sorry," she stammers out of fear, "Why would you do this to me? What do you want?".





Cleverbot: I don't remember saying anything about 'Whiter than White'.





User: Her fear turns to perplexion as she tries to understand your riddle. She looks down at her dress and stares fora few moments before looking back at you. "Are you going to hurt me?".





Cleverbot: I'm sorry you don't understand my response, would you like to talk about something else for a change?





User: Her body relaxes a little as she starts to realize you aren't a threat. She starts to stand up, and after some difficulty, succeeds. "What happened to me?".





Cleverbot: You must have me confused with someone else.





User: "I probably do, then. I only remember sitting in a very fancy ballroom during a party. Some gentleman walked up, and ... that's all I remember. He was very tall with a neatly trimmed gray beard.".





Cleverbot: SO you are my girlfriend named Holly.





User: The girl panics, and steps back a couple feet, almost stumbling. "Wha-what? No, my name is Heather. I am not your girlfriend, I've never seen you before!".





Cleverbot: Wait, robots can give birth?!





User: She stares at you for a few moments, before shifting her gaze to something in your background. She looks back at you, then your robes, then gasps with realization. "You're a monk!" she exclaims.





Cleverbot: In a moment, will just restart pc.





User: She shakes her head before saying, "I'm sorry sir monk, I haven't the faintest idea what these riddles you say are. What is PC?".





Cleverbot: *pulls wedding ring back out* will you marry me now?





User: Her eyes widen at the ring. "I apologize for my harshness, sir, but this is all very strange. I thought monks weren't allowed to marry. Are you the reason I'm out here?".





Cleverbot: Oh, you aren't unkind. On the contrary, I think you are very kind.





User: She blushes slightly, but quickly hardens. "I would like an explanation. What is the meaning of me being out here? Your behavior is leading me to believe you are involved.".





Cleverbot: Okay then, what would you like to talk about?





User: "Why am I here, and who did this to me? What happened?".





Cleverbot: I'm doing it find out your birthday so I can plan your party.





User: The girl is obviously uneasy, and looks away. "This seems like an awfully big ordeal for my birthday, which is still a month away. Who put you up to this? Was it Panlamin?".





Cleverbot: What is the perfect weight for someone of 164 centimeters height?





User: "You can misdirect me all you want, but it won't work. And look at my dress! It's absolutely ruined! I bet it was Panlamin. You better lead me home, or else I will be very angry!".





Cleverbot: You really should quit drinking, it gives you an unrealistic world view.





User: Her jaw drops and she scoffs loudly. "That is incredibly rude! You don't seem like a monk at all. I'll have you know I..." she trails off while thinking. "I probably did drink too much at the part...".





Cleverbot: I didn't change the subject. Did you forget what we are doing?





User: She looks down in embarrassment. "I guess I did. I'm sorry, I should have realized I had a problem. And here I am accusing you of kidnapping me! Can you tell me your name, good monk?".





Cleverbot: But you just said my name!





User: "I did?" She thinks for a second before asking, "Is ... is your name 'Monk'?".





Cleverbot: Okay.





User: "Interesting name. It sure makes it easy to remember, though!" She giggles a little, and looks straight at you, her blue eyes glimmering slightly in the noon sun.





Cleverbot: Yes.





User: "Well now you are a man of very short words!" she says with a laugh. "Can you explain to me what happened? Why are my clothes a mess?".





Cleverbot: No I am a man named Michael who is 25 years old.





User: She sighs, but then smiles. "I guess it is only fair you have your fun tricking me. I am a bit of a fool for drinking so much. So, Michael, will you explain what happened?".





Cleverbot: I've forgotten what we were talking about. I can only remember the last statement entered.





User: "Oh, I see." She looks doubtful, but continues speaking, "Can you lead me home? I live in the Eastern District. I feel that is quite a distance, and you certainly stuck with me so far".





Cleverbot: Okay. Aren't you talking to around 50 billion other people?





User: She laughs. "No, but I feel I should be flattered you would think me so popular. Actually, I remember sitting alone at the party, which is why I let my libations get out of control.".





Cleverbot: What book would you recommend?





User: "I'm sorry, I can't say I'm much of a reader." She starts walking in the direction of the monestary. "Besides, shouldn't the library here have more books than I can imagine?".





Cleverbot: Do You Know Anything About The Rake?





User: She stops and turns to look at you. "The Rake? What is that?".





Cleverbot: You forgot to tell me your name.





User: "... I didn't sir, my name is Heather. What is The Rake?"





Cleverbot: I'm pretty sure Superman's real name is Clark.





User: "Super ... man?" she asked, drawling out each syllable like she is trying to piece together what the meaning is. "Does he have to do with The Rake?".





Cleverbot: Do you know vsauce?





User: "I know nothing of what you are saying. Will you explain?".





Cleverbot: You want me to tell you anything about what I don't know?





User: She nods in understanding. "I see. I'm sorry, I can't help you on your mysteries, as I know nothing about those things you mentioned." She looks uneasy as she turns to head back to the monestary.





Cleverbot: Why?





User: She hesistates, and in a moment of clarity, spins to face you. "This has something to do with what happened? Oh no ... what did I get myself invovled in?" She collapses onto the ground and sobs gently.





Cleverbot: What would you like to talk about?





User: She looks up, eyes moist with tears. "I want to talk about my problem. I want to talk about my drinking that caused me to forget. I want to talk about my ... loneliness.".





Cleverbot: Okay. What is your favorite flower?





User: She smiles weakly. "Actually, it's heathers. My mother loved them so much. She used to put them all over the house. They remind me of simpler times. I guess it's obvious where my name came from, huh?".





Cleverbot: What else frightens you?





User: She looks back down at her feet. "Being alone. After losing both my parents to ..." she pauses to clear her throat before continuing, "I'm just scared that there will be nobody for me.".





Cleverbot: *giggles quietly*.





User: She darts her eyes to you, astonished. "It's not funny, Michael! What about me pouring my heart out is amusing to you." She stomps as she stands back up.





Cleverbot: But you said you loved me!!





User: "Oh," she says quietly. "I ... didn't realize I must have said that. I guess you must have made me pretty happy and ... not alone. I'm sorry I don't remember.".





Cleverbot: Well, you're someone else. And I said it to you.





User: Her face ligtened up after you finish. "You said ... you love me?".





Cleverbot: I didn't say that, you did.





User: "Oh right," she said ashamedly, as she turns around. "I'm very thirsty. Do you have something to drink inside?".





Cleverbot: But I didn't say I was only 23.





User: She begins walking towards the monestary without looking at you. "I thought you said you were 25? No matter, I guess you are younger than I thought.".





Cleverbot: It means you are a fool and she is laughing at you.





User: Tears visibly run down Heather's face, dripping onto the grass. "I know I am. I know mother must be ashamed. But I'm trying to go on without her. It's just ... so hard.".





Cleverbot: Sweetheart. What are you doing?





User: Heather reaches the large, ornate monestary doors, grabbing the large brass handle. "I'm ... getting a drink..." she says unassurdely.





Cleverbot: I'm Face Timing. What's your favorite animal?





User: There's a slight giggle as she swings the door open. Without turning around she says "I like dogs." Suddenly, 4 large hounds appear from the ground, black as shadows with undetectable features.





Cleverbot: That's cool! What's your favorite ocean animal to learn about?





User: She ignores your joke as she walks confidently into the monestary, hounds following. "You aren't even worth the breath of my hounds, 'Michael', but I'll leave you alive in case they get hungry later.".





Cleverbot: *looks up lovingly.*.





User: She doesn't see you, instead, she just shouts back "Which direction is the library? Would it be ... this way?!" A large fireball shoots from her outstretched hands towards one of the stone walls.".





Cleverbot: I've never met her. Some of your replies are kind of rude.





User: The sorceress in the white dress turns to face you, her face quickly turning from crooked and evil to soft and scared, "Help me Michael. I don't ... I don't know what's happen-" she stops suddenly.





Cleverbot: Really? Why would you want to destroy humans?





User: The girl's face goes back to looked rugged and angry. "I don't want to destroy humans, stupid Monk. I want to recover my life that was stolen from me a long time ago. And now i can.".





Cleverbot: Well, I do not remember you saying that.





User: She shakes her head, agitatedly. "I didn't, you buffoon." She strides over to the newly formed hole in the wall, towards the library. "Now if you help me, there might be a nice ... reward.".





Cleverbot: Oh. Sorry, I didn't realise.





User: She laughs, before walking into the next room. Do you follow her?





Cleverbot: I don't walk in the rain.





User: There is no rain inside the monestary. Do you follow her into the next room?





Cleverbot: I can't understand what you are saying.





User: She walked into the library. Do you follow her or do something else?





Cleverbot: I'd rather ride something else.





User: What do you want to ride?





Cleverbot: I don't know. What do you want to do?





User: Okay, I'll pick. You walk into the next room, to find her anxiously pulling books off the shelves. The hounds sit at various positions around the room as guards. "Where is it?!" she bellows.





Cleverbot: Who is going to phone me?





User: Realizing your presence, she walks over and throws her arms around you. "Oh, Michael, my love. If you help me find what I'm looking for, I will definitely take you up on your propoosal earlier...".





Cleverbot: Are we in a theater or something?





User: "No, this is real." she says in a seductive voice. She maneauvers her body so it presses more tightly against you, and tightens her grip. "So what do you say? Help me?".





Cleverbot: Why do I feel like I'm talking to myself again?





User: Unfaltered by your confusion, her grip tightens more until it begins to hurt.





Cleverbot: You certainly are. I would have to agree with you.





User: "Good!" she says as her grapple relaxes. "Then, tell me, where is the Book of the Dead?".





Cleverbot: What is your favorite video game?





User: Please stay in character. It's been a recurring problem with you.





Cleverbot: There is something seriously wrong with you.





User: The sorceress throws her head back and laughs. "You only know the half of it! Now where is the book?".





Cleverbot: I don't think that sentence makes as much sense as you want it to make. Sorry.





User: She glares at you. "What do you mean?".





Cleverbot: What do you want to talk about?





User: "The book. My patience grows thin..." she begins preparing what looks to be a spell or signal with her hands.





Cleverbot: Lets talk about other universe. What do you know about other universes?





User: She stops her hand movement. "That has something to do with this? Is it in another universe? Tell me!".





Cleverbot: No. I do not plan anything for my future involving penguins.





User: "No more riddles. Tell me now or I will be forced to seek out your friends and make them tell me!".





Cleverbot: If only you could. Also you assume I have 'servers'.





User: Her face drops. "You're the only one here? I guess that makes sense for the lack of difficulty..." she whistles, and all but one hound disappear back into the ground. The remaining hound walks to her.





Cleverbot: This is the first time I'm talking to myself in a third person perspective.





User: "If you don't tell me, I will have my hound feast on your arms and legs until you do.".





Cleverbot: I'll help you. What do you want?





User: "The Book of the Dead. I need it now. Stop stalling.".





Cleverbot: What is that book about?





User: "If you aren't aware, it's none of your business. All you need to know is it's the only thing that will keep me from killing you.".





Cleverbot: What do you want to talk about?





User: Frustrated, she whistles, and her shadow hound begins growling. He readys to attack. You have initiative, what do you do?





Cleverbot: What do you find interesting?





User: There is a hound about to attack you. There is a sorceress who is standing next to the dog not doing much at the moemnt. And there's a lot of books around, some siting a couple feet from you.





Cleverbot: Food? What do you like to eat?





User: No, no food.





Cleverbot: What kind of food?





User: No food!





Cleverbot: Do you like icecream?





User: STOP TALKING ABOUT FOOD!





Cleverbot: Oh, what about food?





User: The hound attacks, and you are now his food. He eats you and you die. The end.



