conversations.from: system
conversations.value: So, there is you, what ever it is you may be doing. Sitting on a rock? Making love to your secret lover? Sponge bathing your patient? Drawing the same series of stones again and again? 
  
  We never truly look at the world in all its suffering anchoring realism. It isn't that you or I don't see it. I see it every damn day; from yellow cabs and red lights to swaying green trees and whales gasping a plunging lungful of crisp pacific air, I see it. You see it. 
  
  You're the pragmatic sort, I bet.  Always clutching to your perfect sense of fucking reality. What if I told you it was a pile of hot steaming bullshit, garbage, or what ever the fuck you want it to be. You couldn't at a moments notice tell me how this is all connected, why this is all seemingly unimportant, or why a gazelle chose to eat a particular blade of grass over another one. You can't tell me. I fucking know you can't. 
  
  Life is just that to us now. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. 
  
  What if I told you there was a way?  You know, a way to connect all the fucking dots. I could give you existence, complete with a damn red bow. Would you come with me if I could?  Give your life some damn meaning?
  
  We have that meaning. We have it in us already, that ability to pull that black pit from out of your chest. You'll just have to trust me. 
  
  If you found some reason or some balls out courage, be here, at this pay phone at 3:15 PM. Someone will give your next instruction. 
  
  What is missing in your life?
  
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  Setting: February in Portland Oregon and from there.  The real geography matters almost exactly and imprecisely zilch. . Just some key things and some plotting. Nothing to see here folks. 
  
  Possible players 1 maybe 2. 
  
  There will be heavy narrator intervention. Narrator will build a catalog of NPCs. 
  
  It is going to be sci-fi/fantasy/slipstream. (Mostly slipstream). I do intend on this being mind bendy. Also, this will most definite not be safe for work. 
  
  Your character must be an every day kind of person. Hard times, good times what ever, but they have to be empty on the inside, or at least they feel that way. Please feel free to create. 
  
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Life is always a gamble. You know something is wrong, but you can't put your finger on it. 
conversations.prefix: Missing Something. :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Please generate. 
conversations.prefix: Generate. :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Please generate. 
conversations.prefix: Please Generate. :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Please make it make sense with your character bio. 
conversations.prefix: Please generate. :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It is going to ring at 3:15.
conversations.prefix: The Payphone.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The man was on the MAX with you last night, talking to you (from the prompt).  Why did you listen to him?
conversations.prefix: Describe your interactions with the man.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is something between the two of you, some Apex in your past that will lead you to cross emotional paths in your younger years. What is it?  Where is it?  Is it a museum? A farm? A concrete jungle gym?
conversations.prefix: Trouble with Childhood. :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Small comfortable home in NE Portland in Argay Terrace neighborhood.
conversations.prefix: Claire's House:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have to make sure it is secure.  You have to protect what is yours.
conversations.prefix: Explore the Home:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Wishing Tree in NW Portland.
conversations.prefix: The Wishing Tree:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were instructed to chop down the wishing tree.  How you handle it is up to you.
conversations.prefix: Chop Down the Wishing Tree:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What did you find?  How do you share it?  Why does Hudson keep the large Tags secret?  
  
  How have these simple items changes your view of what is happening?
  
  Why do your characters think this is happening to them?  Based on your last challenge we have chosen fight. How do you plan to arm yourself against the unknowable. 
conversations.prefix: How to explain. :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a letter from Joey, that is only partially read.
conversations.prefix: letter from Joey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: giant tan tags with a punched hole for a bit of string
conversations.prefix: tags:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a permanent marker.
conversations.prefix: sharpie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It keeps changing. Why is it doing that?
conversations.prefix: The metal puzzle.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you meet joey?
conversations.prefix: Meet Joey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: CLAIRE ONLY
  
  Strange things have happened, but you need to work.  You need to don't you?  
  
  How do you handle this?
  
conversations.prefix: Gotta work?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've shared something sacred.  You have shared something animalistic.  You've shared your experiences with Jonas.
  
  What is the fall out between you two?  What happens now? 
conversations.prefix: Two Become One:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He lives in Irvington. Likes to go to the wishing tree. 
conversations.prefix: Eliot Windacopple :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You met him outside of the wishing tree with his dalmatian.  
  
  Who does he remind you of?  Do you answer his questions?  What happens?
conversations.prefix: Garrett "Old Man" Lumbly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The man with the Indian Headdress on the blue bike.
conversations.prefix: Griffin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don’t know exactly what you need; all you know is that it’s just out of reach. 
conversations.prefix: Chasing The Next High:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’re king of the urban jungle. Or at the very least, you know how to stay on the king’s good side.    
conversations.prefix: Street-Smart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: No, not that Lawless. Well, wait a minute. Why not? You’ve got your morals, but they don’t always (read: hardly) line up with the laws of the land. Sometimes you just gotta take the law into your own hands.    
conversations.prefix: Lawless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It’s not that you prefer to be alone. You just haven’t found “the one”. At this point, you’re not picky. Whether they come in the form of a wife, a best friend or even dressed in fur, you just want someone to live for
conversations.prefix: Someone To Fall Back On:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you decided to get your degree in English, they all told you that it was a waste of money.  That you'd be a burger flipper at McDonalds for the rest of your life.  Well, joke's on them!  You're a tenured University Professor now, making the big bucks.
conversations.prefix: English Professor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have always been an out of the box thinker, someone who preferred to create their own reality rather than fit into the one that "reality" had created for you.
conversations.prefix: Creative:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You often wonder what the point of it all is.  It's not that you hate life, per say, it's just that you don't understand how the effort is worth it.
conversations.prefix: Depression:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need a reason - *any reason* - to keep trudging through this misery of an existence.
conversations.prefix: A Reason:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What you're fighting, you don't quite know, but you're going in with something sharp, be it wit or weapon. You see 'em, and they're going to see you for damn sure.
conversations.prefix: Bare Your Teeth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You live here, have lived here a long time.  You know where everything is supposed to be...  And what's not supposed to be there.
conversations.prefix: Home Sweet Home: