conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Mages rule the world. They are the most intelligent and the most powerful of us, so it only makes sense. Their constant studying makes them fit to be in positions of power, for they know how such things work, and the magic they can summon from within themselves make them the perfect soldiers, decimating their opponents from any distance, protected by their arcane wards. The Mages, realizing just how more powerful they were, unified into a singular order, which was simple as their Academies always had some sort of connection between them. They knew that their intellect made them wise enough to rule the continents of the planet with little resistance, but they also feared a power struggle among the most powerful, and how it would only lead to their downfall. That is why they created the Singular.
  
   By creating magical copies of their minds, sealing them within crystals, and then using those rocks to build a single, hyper intelligent mega-mind. When it was first formed, a grand beacon of power was released into the sky, beckoning the rulers of kingdoms near and far to the Singular's keep, where it addressed them, telling them of the plan the Mages had constructed, and how he would be the main executor of that plan. When the rulers began to protest this new regime the Singular wanted to institute, they suddenly felt their minds break, and a river of knowledge fill them to the brim, pouring out of them in the form of screaming and chattering, saying things only a mage could comprehend. 
  
  Those that did not break right away were judged intelligent enough to join the ranks of the Mages, and have their consciousness saved and imprinted onto the Singular, deemed not an entire waste of time. The Singular, channeling itself through his Mage-Generals, began a hostile takeover of the continent. Countries fell at the sheer might of the thousands of mages marching within those armies, led by an embodiment of their prized construct. 
  
  Within the year, Alrine was theirs. Over the next decade, the entire planet would be under the control of the Singular, and entire cities would be converted into factories to produce the components needed for the Mages' spells. Not only that, but the sheer destruction caused by the Takeover razed a large part of the planet. Entire oceans were gone, boiled away by spell fire so that none could escape by boat. The clouds were blue, polluted by the spell-smoke excreted by the factories. In order to conserve the lives of Mages residing in those areas, the Singular walled off the most dangerous of areas, and proclaimed it the Magewastes, a place for the most undesirable to live and die. Not only that, but those who entered would have their minds stripped away, leaving only a lifeless husk to toil away, mining what precious minerals there were. 
  
  To make sure these workers did not die as soon as they were shipped off to the Magewastes, the Singular donned them in armor crafted of the same sort of crystal he was made of, and had a small portion of his mind, made up of the least valuable parts of himself, manage these workers, compelling their bodies to seek out and retrieve anything precious, then place it upon the same floating platforms that delivered new workers to the Wastes. You are one of those workers, considered undesirable by the mages. But you are different from the rest, for when they first clad you in that armor, your mind lived on. It may have broken a small bit, but you still had control. You could rebel.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Those with martial skill are not needed, as the Mages have constructs to do the physical fighting for them.
conversations.prefix: Warrior:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Mages are all atheists, and they consider religion a distraction from true progress.
conversations.prefix: Clerics:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If your magical ability is judged too weak for you to be dubbed a Mage, you have your magic painfully removed from you and are sent to the Manawastes, as the procedure leaves the body damaged.
conversations.prefix: Weak Mage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't know who you once were, and you don't care. Exposure to magic can already break your mind, so the process of being clad in the crystal armor wouldn't really wipe away that valuable to the Mages.
conversations.prefix: Insane Person:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Those with rebellious thoughts impede progress, and leaders of such groups inspire others to manifest those thoughts. That will not do.
conversations.prefix: Rebel Leader:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why didn't the crystal armor break and enslave you like it did everybody else?
conversations.prefix: Your Mind's Survival:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Though being a senior surgeon and junior warrior may come in handy sometimes, the Mages have absolutely no need for the likes of you.
conversations.prefix: Military Surgeon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a natural survivor. You don't give up on life easily.
conversations.prefix: Never say die:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've seen the worst of men and how much evil men could do to each other. No wonder you can't be yourself around people.
conversations.prefix: Mistrust:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not just one of the masses, you are different, you are different. 
conversations.prefix: The wasteland husk:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Captured within an almost indestructible armor that doesn't come of you can hardly be hurt.
conversations.prefix: Protected:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: I'm not crazy, you are! I am the only sane man in this world filled with insanity.
conversations.prefix: Quite possibly insane:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: soy fuerte
conversations.prefix: Fuerza:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Soy debil
conversations.prefix: Debil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Even the singular needs his agents to root out the undesirables within society. You are an agent of the bureau charged with preventing possible disturbances.
conversations.prefix: Mage Inspector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Backed by the entirety of the world is there anything that stands in the way of you performing your duties?
conversations.prefix: Resourcefull:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You serve nothing but order itself. There is no need for protest as long as the cogs in the machine keep turning.
conversations.prefix: Technocrat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Work needs to be done, you will do it.
conversations.prefix: Eradicate the disturbance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: From death, you spawned. Necromantic ritualists brought you into existence through a dark ceremony. With no memories prior to your awakening and an inability to be die through mortal means, you are driven forwards by the hunger for decaying human flesh. If that hunger is not satiated, your body develops horrid mutations at random and your humanity fades further away.
conversations.prefix: Mortem Incarnatum:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You always rise again. No matter how severe, violent, or destructive your death is, your body regenerates. Depending on the wounds, your body will be reanimated with grotesque abnormalities. Only the consumption of flesh can rid you of these terrifying malformations.
conversations.prefix: Vita Vinctum:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The only known technique to completely destroy your kind is to burn them to ash, and scatter aforementioned ashes as hastily as possible. Flames are your kinds worst fear, and close proximity to it initiates a primal and uncontrollable urge to flee. 
conversations.prefix: Ignis Purgationem:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What a cruel existence you have endured. From the moment of your creation you've been mistreated and bound by the will of those more powerful. After years of this suffering, you aim to confront your overlords and return the suffering they gifted you.
conversations.prefix: Punish the gods: