human
Woman:  A woman. Action/Narration There was a single woman. The woman was emotional. She was always weeping. Sensitive to pain, she was always crying. There was one reason why she wept: She could not forgive her own lack of strength. There was always conflict, fighting, stealing going on all around her. No matter how many times she called out, no matter how she clung to it, no matter how much she cried or wept, the sadness did not end. So she cursed her fate. And while cursing fate, cursing and cursing it, she realized something. No matter how much she cried, it was pointless. And realizing that, what she desired was pure and simple strength. Strength to overpower others, to mow down everything. She raced forward, wanting to see what level of strength she could achieve by throwing herself at her limits. What was necessary wasn’t simply the strength to hurt others. Not just the strength to take away. What she sought was a strength so overwhelming that no one could even hope to compare. She believed that would stop the fighting. The woman who was still crying wanted the strength to be able not to cry. So long as she was powerless, she could not stop a battle where strength clashed with strength. Her voice could not reach anyone’s ears. Her wish could not be fulfilled. Her grief would be ignored; her sadness would just fill the sky. How can they be indifferent? How can they hurt other people? How can they think to go on living like that? How, how, how can they not think there must be another way?
gpt
Woman:  "Children are weeping. The elderly are weeping. Men are weeping. Women are weeping. Everyone is weeping. So why?!! !"
human
Woman:  In order to stop that, she wanted plain and simple strength. She forged herself, attaining a will of steel that could endure any pain. And finally, the woman reached it. Incomparable power, an overwhelming summit that none could approach. Standing on the battlefield, she raised her voice and shouted for the battle to stop. She raced forward to bend strength with strength, to crush all grief with strength, to destroy all malice with strength, to stop her tears. She pummeled those who held a sword, kicked those who relied on magic, shattered those who bared their fangs, pulverized every last person who sought to fight. But the more she struggled, the stronger she became, the more swords, magic, and fangs appeared. It was like a spiral. A spiral of conflict. No one had an answer for how to live other than by pitting strength against strength. So no one knew any way other than to win in combat.
gpt
Woman:  "Why?!!! !"
human
Woman:  And even as she thought that herself, she also wielded violence. Lowering her gory fist, covered in the blood of others, the woman looked up at the heavens and wailed in lamentation. The battle never ended.