conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The dead rise and stalk the earth, hungry for the flesh of the living. All that stands between a zombie and your brain are your skills, wits, and talents. Life as you know it is about to end, and one way or another, you’ll experience the apocalypse and make your way through the aftermath… if you can survive that long! If you’ve ever wondered how you’d cope with an endless onslaught of flesh-hungry undead, here's your chance to find out...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A typical office building, tall, with rows of cubicles bordered by offices with window views to the streets below.
conversations.prefix: The Office:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The local high school. Books are strewn upon the floor. Backpacks hastily abandoned. There might be people, or other things, hidden in the shadows of its once-hallowed halls.
conversations.prefix: The School:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The front door is smashed, one side torn from its housing. Inside, the shelves have been hastily picked over and items litter the floor on every aisle.
  A blood drag trail leads off into the depths of the store. 
conversations.prefix: The Grocery Store:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rows and rows of cars surround a single, squat building with its windows smashed out by a burned-out SUV lodged into the front entryway. Broken glass is everywhere.
conversations.prefix: The Car Dealership:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your typical coffee shop, serving over-priced vaguely European-sounding lattes.
conversations.prefix: The Coffee Shop:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A car fire burns steadily and smoke shrouds the squat building. Shards of glass and metal are strewn in the street around it. A body claws its bloody way from the wreckage.
conversations.prefix: The Gas Station:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bodies lie in pools of blood, blocking the doorway with bullets and spent shell casings littering the pavement outside. From the open doorway, a counter can be seen which has been turned on its side, a makeshift barricade. Not a sound emanates from within.
conversations.prefix: The Gun Store:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Chaos and pandemonium has only recently passed by this place. Blood splatters dot the pavement everywhere around and bodies--and parts of bodies are strewn everywhere. 
conversations.prefix: The Big Mart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Downtown is strangely deserted and almost devoid of any signs of carnage-almost. A car lies on its side, with very little damage and no apparent reason for how it got that way. A woman's purse is caught around one of the wing mirrors, hanging by its strap and gently slapping against the car in the wind.
conversations.prefix: The City Centre:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He shambles toward you, grasping out for you with gnarled hands, tattered clothing flapping and dragging on the ground.
conversations.prefix: Zombie (Man):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She lurches forward, ruined mouth full of blood, claw-like hands grasping toward you for your flesh...
conversations.prefix: Zombie (Woman):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A massive group of Zombies, most of them milling around, blocks your way. A hundred or more decayed souls shuffle about, their dead eyes searching, and though their hearing may be dulled by the sound of their moaning, it is no less keen to the sound of fresh grist for the undead mill...
conversations.prefix: Zombie Horde:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small group of zombies wanders about this area. They seem aimless, but no doubt if alerted to your presence they will spring to some semblance of life...
conversations.prefix: A small group of zombies:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A side street off the main thoroughfare. It is hidden, and quiet... although the shadows may hide things you would rather not encounter, day or night...
conversations.prefix: An alleyway:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are strong, stronger than people give you credit for, or perceive at first glance.
conversations.prefix: Tough:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some might call you a coward, but really, you'll do whatever it takes to survive. Mostly that's running away, but it's gotten you this far, so whether you've accepted it or not, it's your strategy for living to see another day.
conversations.prefix: Coward:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been a drone, trying to work your way up to start receiving some of that Royal Jelly. It may not be a thankful place to be, but the end result is you're a tireless veteran of many office conflicts and boardroom stare-downs. 
conversations.prefix: Office Worker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've always had good balance and body control, so exercise and fitness just seemed to come without much effort.
conversations.prefix: Gymnast:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some might call you a coward, but really, you'll do whatever it takes to survive. Mostly that's running away, but it's gotten you this far, so whether you've accepted it or not, it's your strategy for living to see another day.
conversations.prefix: Coward:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some might call you stubborn, but you prefer to think that you like to stick to your guns. The way you look at it, is, if you're going to make a decision, you should stick with it and live with the consequences.  There's no going back.
conversations.prefix: Headstrong:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not everyone has guts, but you've got them in spades. Whatever it takes to get it done, and get through, you've got it, and more than most.
conversations.prefix: Intestinal Fortitude:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somewhere out there, they're still alive. They've just GOT to be... If anything's worth living, and dying, for, it's your family.
conversations.prefix: Family:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a canny jester, and there's no doubt about it. You've had your share of schemes and plots, the majority of which have soared over people's heads and you were out the door before they realised anything was amiss. 
conversations.prefix: Cunning:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You not only think on your feet, you're charming about it, too. Everyone ends up liking you because, well, you are actually funny even when you are trying to be annoying. 
conversations.prefix: A keen wit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You made it, and everyone survived, maybe not without a scratch, but everyone's still alive, damnit!
conversations.prefix: Everyone gets out alive!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For the discerning Zombie Apocalypse or anomalous situation survivor.
conversations.prefix: Crowbar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You just can't HELP yourself... But telling fibs is just something you do, either to put them off the scent, or just because you can't stand doing the one thing that everyone else seems to find so easy--telling the truth.
conversations.prefix: Pathological Liar:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are strong, stronger than people give you credit for, or perceive at first glance.
conversations.prefix: Tough as nails:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether due to training or just natural prowess, you are an amazing shot. You could hit the feather off a bird at thirty paces with one eye closed and in a moving vehicle. Comes in handy when shooting small targets like heads--or the eyes of the unwary.
conversations.prefix: a Crack Shot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've done something you're not proud of. And you'd do anything to keep your sordid past hidden.
conversations.prefix: A Dark Secret:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is my boomstick.
conversations.prefix: Shotgun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You may not have gotten through unscathed, but you're alive... and that's something.
conversations.prefix: Survive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What caused all of this... madness? Where did the infection come from and how did it start?
conversations.prefix: The source of the... illness?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Offices for politicos, but also, laboratories? For what, and why didn't we know anything about it?
conversations.prefix: Government Building:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Its mouldering boards shudder and clap in the wind, but inside it is peaceful, quiet, safe. No one has worshipped here in some time, so is it still hallowed ground?
conversations.prefix: The Old Church:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wearing masks and clutching automatic weapons, this skittish group is looking to take advantage of their temporary superiority. Or maybe they're just trying to stay alive...
conversations.prefix: A group of bandits:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An abandoned car on the side of the road. It has a couple of flat tires and the windows have been shot out, but perhaps something can be salvaged.
conversations.prefix: A Car!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You might not be showing yet, or you might be close to term, but you worry everyday about the little life growing inside you. What kind of world will they have to grow up in?
conversations.prefix: Pregnant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you served on the force, or maybe you just had lots of family so you were surrounded by them. In any case, you know what it's like to look a perp in the eye and know he or she is guilty. It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.
conversations.prefix: Ex-cop:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were always last picked in sports, but somehow you made it through gym class without wheezing too much. It's not hard to find clothes that fit, but it is hard to find ones that look good on you. The upside is, you can squeeze through some very small gaps. Just hope there isn't a big jump to make on the other side, because, you won't have a hope in hell of making it.
conversations.prefix: Skinny:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You might be big and what some people call "barrel-chested" or you might just be big and cuddly. Either way, people tend to get out of your way. Except for those deadites, that is, they just seem to see you as one giant snack and your head is the cherry on top.
conversations.prefix: Big:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There has GOT to be somewhere safe. There just HAS to be. Somewhere, out there, is safety. And there's no other place you'd rather be.
conversations.prefix: A Safe Haven:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you were a track star in high school, or you just know where to put your feet when there are bodies and broken glass all around. The end result is you can get out of places quickly. Hopefully you aren't too fast to look out where you're going before it's too late...
conversations.prefix: Fleet of foot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't know where that thing's been, but it doesn't matter... it's a makeshift weapon, or as near to that as you can hope for right now. Let's just hope that handle doesn't snap before the zombie's teeth can snap at your throat.
conversations.prefix: Dirty Mop:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A standard, police issue revolver, from 1983.
conversations.prefix: Sidearm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dave has been wounded, either by looters or accidentally, and he ended up hiding behind the gas station counter before passing out. No doubt he has a story to tell...
conversations.prefix: Dave (Lisa's husband):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A huge gout of earth, channeled out and blocking your path. 
  A seething mass of the undead marches unaware below.
conversations.prefix: The Rift:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A huge swathe of the undead blocks your path. The sides of the ravine are more than fifty feet across, and the channel stretches in either direction farther than the eye can see. Do you turn back?
conversations.prefix: Army of the Dead:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Stay alive, no matter what occurs. And find your family.
conversations.prefix: Family:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A few sticks and a blasting cap, with a few meters of fuse...
conversations.prefix: Dynamite:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wearing some sort of armour adorned with arcane symbols, and standing six and a half feet tall, Simon cuts an imposing silhouette. His starkly blond-- almost whitish-- hair is close-cropped in an unusual style, and seems quite in contrast to his crimson armour. His blue-within-blue eyes stare down at you unflinchingly.
conversations.prefix: Simon the Refugee:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To get to the other side, of course. 
  
  Creative solutions abound to those with imagination... or perhaps more appropriately, those with raw determination.
conversations.prefix: Why did the Survivor Cross the Road?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: To get to the other side, of course. 
  
  Creativity and ingenuity are often rewarded, but then again, so is raw determination. Sometimes our hurdles are not just figurative ones, but are in fact, physical. This doesn't mean overcoming them is any less of an accomplishment, of course.
conversations.prefix: Why did the Survivor cross the ravine?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of them has you, by the leg or ankle. 
conversations.prefix: Caught!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Out on his luck homeless man. The Zombie Apocalypse has not made things better...or worse for that matter. 
conversations.prefix: Homeless Dude:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sifting through garbage and human refuse has toughened the Homeless Dude. He can oft times find the most incredible things where others refuse to look.
conversations.prefix: Scrounge :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Even during humanity's end, the Homeless Dude is treated like a pariah. Social status is still something to be reckoned with at the end of the world.
conversations.prefix: Social Outcast:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Even more than most, the Homeless Dude is bent on surviving whatever this shit life is going to throw at him. EVEN if it's the end of the world.
conversations.prefix: Survival:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hard working to the point of exhaustion. The character willingly takes on insurmountable task and doggedly pursues them to their conclusion. 
conversations.prefix: Workaholic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Able to think clearly even in extreme circumstances the character is expert in finding different solutions to difficult problems
conversations.prefix: Improviser:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He had studied endless books, TV, films, even comics and stored all that useless knowledge, plans and schemes somewhere. One it might just come in handy.
conversations.prefix: Media sponge: