conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Nobody really remembers what happened. It was a long time ago, or at least most think it was a very long time ago. All that is certain is that things fell apart, and nobody entirely remembers's how or why. The world moved on and never got fixed, and now nobody is left to bring it back. The old world can't truly be that far behind, as a few old trucks and even a beaten up bus or two still run, but the world that once covered north America has fallen.
  
  In this place now are just the good lands, ever shrinking and ever at war. To the east, the corrupted sea still writhes with whatever horrible evil ruined the old world, the blackened waters of the world's oceans home to the maddening horrors woken from their depths. South the land grows slowly into nothing but sand, haunted by demons and dust storms, and the north is frozen year round, impassable and empty. West are the mountains, the wall against the worst of what they woke up so many years ago.
  
  It is into these mountains to the west of the good lands that a small team is being sent. A truck and a handful of people they can spare. The world moved on quickly, but some of those that serve in the government, the descendants of the rich and powerful in the days before the fall, are now whispering of hope. Somewhere on the other side of the mountains was a project, a vault, and inside it the knowledge needed to fix the world, or so they hope.
  
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  The general idea behind this story will be a mixture of Lovecraftian horror with a bit of epic adventure. I am looking for human, flawed characters. Combat will play a role but I am not looking for any real badasses or combat-focused characters. The main focus will be horror, mostly of the cosmic variety, so although your character might die, I would be much more worried about them being driven hopelessly mad.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Might be nerdy, might just be smart enough to read a book to avoid farm work, why you signed up for this job is irrelevant, as is your past experience, all that matters is your willingness to risk your neck to figure out the mystery of the fall.
conversations.prefix: Researcher:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have spent a few years working for what remains of the government. You know a lot, and have seen a lot more, and to see you don't startle easily is an understatement. They trust you with a gun, and they trust you to get the job done.
conversations.prefix: Agent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who the hell talked you into this? Sure, the money is gonna be great, but this just seems like a worse idea. You just saw some gun-toting agents loading their gear into the truck and you know that just cannot be a good sign.
conversations.prefix: Driver:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can crack a joke in the face of the devil, and laugh at anything you can walk away from. Some people might say your not really funny, but it keeps you sane, and sometimes that is all that really matters.
conversations.prefix: Gallows Humour:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: At some point, either via contact with something otherworldly or by reading some eldritch tome, you have acquired knowledge of the eldritch and the awful. This can be used to gain the upper hand over the horror of the wastes.
conversations.prefix: Eldritch  Lore:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nothing fancy, nothing new, just a gun. It cannot solve all of life's problems, but it can solve some of them, and just having it makes you feel safer. Do realize however the dangers of a mad man on the loose with a 45, should your resolve break.
conversations.prefix: Revolver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When no oil change shop has opened in at least fifty years, it never hurts to know how to keep the worlds few running rust buckets bouncing down the long neglected roads.
conversations.prefix: Mechanic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe you have seen it all before, or maybe you are just a little dumber than most. Whatever the reason, you are far better able to face horrors that would have most curled up and begging for death.
conversations.prefix: Strong Mind:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No doubt being a rational and logical person will prove useful on the road ahead, mysteries and problems will need solving. Just try not to dwell on the impossible and the horrific. 
conversations.prefix: Sharp mind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes somebody has to step up the to plate and take charge. You almost always think it is you, and you are most often right. You are good at calming and rallying your friends, but also feel guilty for anything that goes wrong.
conversations.prefix: Natural Leader:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In a world this twisted and mad, being a little crazy is perhaps the best way to deal with many of life's problems. You aren't insane, you aren't violent or nuts... you just talk to people that aren't there sometimes, and have very little problems with things that would drive others mad
conversations.prefix: Just a lil crazy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were raised by good, god fearing parents of one faith or another. Although this might not be a problem in the good lands, your faith is about to come under siege by the madness to the west.
conversations.prefix: Raised religious:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe it is the stress and horrors of the road, maybe it is a life long problem, or a sign of possession. Whatever the cause, you are rarely well rested and often have problems dealing with stressful situations.
conversations.prefix: Insomnia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You always joked when people noticed your fear of the dark, "It's not the dark... it's whats in it.". It seemed like a joke, until the first time you came face to face with the things in the dark.
conversations.prefix: Fear of the dark:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Turns out that, when confronted with non-euclidean horrors and the impending death of everything, you run like hell and try to find somewhere to hide.
conversations.prefix: Easily spooked:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe it happened years ago, maybe it is a recent injury. Either way, you can't hope to keep up with others on foot, and really need to hope 'running away' never becomes the game plan. You get to carry a cane though, so at least there is that.
conversations.prefix: Bad leg:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: At some point in the past, perhaps as a child, the character came into contact with something evil and horrible. It has left it's dark taint on you, drawing horrors toward you and those with you.
conversations.prefix: Eldritch Taint:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Not everyone does, and it has to stay that way. You were told, and you will have to keep the group moving toward their objective without ever admitting what it is.
conversations.prefix: You know the mission:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have to know. For whatever reason you are driven to the wastes by your lust for understanding and answers. The world fell, but you just aren't happy with that answer.
conversations.prefix: Curiosity:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are motives by your faith in a god and their divine order. Whatever your faith, it is the guiding beacon in your life and the reason you face the horrors of the wastes. Your faith is strong, but will it survive the nightmares ahead?
conversations.prefix: Religious Zeal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are here for the coin, and really no other reason. Maybe that will change, or maybe it will be the reason you save yourself, after all, coin isn't any good if your dead or insane.
conversations.prefix: Its just a job!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A section of road, the rusted remains of vehicles along the shoulders every few hundred yards. The once paved roads were now nothing more than gravel with a hunk of black asphalt left behind
conversations.prefix: Road:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The road is getting higher now, the air a bit thinner and much colder. The snow hasn't started falling yet, but winter cannot be far away in these high places.
conversations.prefix: Mountain Road:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Once a sizable shopping center or some such building, now it is a place to hide from the wind and weather, and whatever else roams these mountains.
conversations.prefix: Half-standing Building:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As if things were going too well before, you decided to get lost in the woods.
conversations.prefix: Lost in the forest:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You didn't have to get very close to realize this man wasn't a threat, at least not physically. He was old, not frail but far from his prime, and his skin had a sickly hue to it. He forced a smile as you drew closer.
conversations.prefix: Sick old man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everyone is trying to sleep, but something is out there, something huge and lurking, always hanging just outside the circle of light, always just staying unseen.
conversations.prefix: Horrible sounds in the night:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unknown to all but a select few. It will become clear when it needs to.
conversations.prefix: The Mission:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Better hope you brought a mechanic, and that you have a few hours before sundown.
conversations.prefix: Engine trouble:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dawn has come, but it brings no peace or hope. You have never seen this place before, everyone is scattered about a frosty mountain clearing, no sign of the road, or truck.
conversations.prefix: Your not where you set up camp.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Still lost in the forest, you notice movement in the trees ahead. Before long, the lumbering, sickening sight of two of the mutated sons of the corruption are easily visible, the poor wretches lumbering between the trees. 
  
  One seemed impossibly tall, legs the size of a normal man, but a sickeningly stretched, warped spine. Bony growths dotted its bare and blistered back, a few sprouting along the long, bony arms hanging limply at its side.
  
  The second was much closer to a normal man in size, and almost could have passed for pure blooded, if not for the lived red bulge along the left side of its body, and the total lack of normal sexual traits or hair.
  
  Of course, the most unbearable fact of either of these miserable remnants of time are the scraps of their past life clinging to their twisted forms, the torn and ruined remnants of a shirt covering the man-sized one's upper body, and the twisted horror on the faces of beings left with just enough sanity to understand their own fate.
conversations.prefix: Muties:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Doesn't matter if you're running for your life or just in a hurry, you can certainly move when you want to.
conversations.prefix: Fast runner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have never understood how people get lost and confused, directions and path finding have always just sort of come to you. In the woods or in the city, you always know where your heading.
conversations.prefix: Sense of direction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have some kind of connection to the darkness besieging the good left in the world. You don't understand it fully, but things happen sometimes, mostly when your near something or someone tainted.
conversations.prefix: Eldritch Connection:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nothing can make up for it, nobody can deny it, you are lucky. You might not be a lotto winner, but you do have an uncanny habit of being in the right place at the right time.
conversations.prefix: Natural Luck:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Start with a first aid kit and the understanding of how to use it. This long after the last proper doctor died the title holds little meaning, but you know how to stitch a wound shut.
conversations.prefix: Doctor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A well stocked supply of basic medical supplies and some painkillers and other generic drugs. A rarity today, and the drugs are likely mostly useless after so many years, but the pain pills work and the bandages are clean.
conversations.prefix: First Aid Kit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Even with the fall of most of humanity and eldritch horror lurking on the edges of what remains, people like to get high. You are one such person, and have a bit of a problem. Hard drugs are mostly a thing of the past, but anything plant based and easily grown in north america is fair game, or invent your own eldritch drug of horror, just pre-define it in your description.
conversations.prefix: Drug addiction:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You lost a loved one and have not yet finished grieving. These painful memories may soon be used as a weapon to bludgeon down your very will to live.
conversations.prefix: Lost a loved one:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe you shouldn't have been picked for this mission. Everything seemed fine at first, but you seem to be growing more and more unstable as things progress.
conversations.prefix: Growing Paranoia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes a vivid imagination is a great asset... When it isn't causing you to jump to wild conclusions, or keeping you up in horror at the smallest noises in the night, or driving you mad with fear.
conversations.prefix: Vivid Imagination:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a wanted man, or woman, and managed to get into this mission under a fake name. You didn't plan things out might beyond the leaving town step, and now must decide what to do with yourself from here, without being outcast for your past crimes.
conversations.prefix: Wanted Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone ran away west. You know it is impossible, but you are going looking for them. Even if the odds of finding them on this mission are almost none, you have to try.
conversations.prefix: Searching for someone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sleep is never peaceful for you, and you are knowingly and deeply under the spell of something you cannot understand. You don't know why it tells you to do the things you do, but you cannot say no, not for long.
conversations.prefix: You hear the voices:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somebody is waiting for you back home, maybe a whole family of someones, and a much as you take strength from knowing this, it is a weakness you might come to regret.
conversations.prefix: Missing a loved one:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something awful happened, and you will never move past it. You are haunted by something you did or saw, and have things you would like to hide.
conversations.prefix: Traumatic Past:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You just aint that bright. It isn't nice and it isn't fair, but it is the truth. Even if this does help you avoid realizing the primal and cosmic scale of the horrors you are facing, it also makes you easily manipulated and confused.
conversations.prefix: Weak minded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just what remains of a strip mall parking lot several miles north of the remains of a once great city. It lays on the outskirts of the new capitol.
conversations.prefix: Parking lot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A gruff and self important middle aged man. He is waiting by the truck waiting for someone, holding a suitcase.
conversations.prefix: Sir Linden:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Perhaps twenty years old, this young man stands smoking, leaning against the drivers side door of the truck.
conversations.prefix: Young Soldier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The sun is in the sky and the supplies are loaded. Somebody just needs to get everyone gathered and under way.
conversations.prefix: Is everyone here?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is a bar being run out of the remains of the super market. Nobody would begrudge a few brave souls a last drink while they great one another and prepare to go west.
conversations.prefix: Have a last drink:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He is sitting with his back against the remains of a store wall, gazing up at the void behind the heavens and smiling from ear to ear.
conversations.prefix: Smiling young man:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rounds for Dakota's Winchester. Keep them dry.
conversations.prefix: Rifle Rounds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What started as a conversation has now turned to a death, or has it? The smiling man is rising from the ground, clearly not a man at all.
conversations.prefix: He is getting back up:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You cut corners, and broke some pretty big rules in the academic community. You've lost your position, the respect you'd laboured years to build. Burned away in a fortnight. This journey is your last hope to regain the appreciation you crave.
conversations.prefix: Disgraced Intellectual:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everybody else can give in to gibbering insanity if they like. Cold rationality will pull you through.
conversations.prefix: Machiavellian :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The world has lost all reason. Checks, balances, rules and decorum are a comforting mask over a meaningless world. You have come to rely on them,
conversations.prefix: Bureaucracy and Status.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your shameful fall from grace has cost you everything. This expedition is your chance to silence all dissenters. 
conversations.prefix: Redemption :
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.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A scrawny, spotty teenager, known to be easily frightened, embarking on a journey to torment those who tormented him.
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have self taught yourself about history of pretty much anything. You hope it will come in handy in the future.
conversations.prefix: History Buff:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You act or do things quickly without thinking about them first. Which usually ends in you doing something carelessly.
conversations.prefix: Impetuous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Due to the high risk life Enoch had lived in the wastes, survival instinct takes control in dangerous situations, and he is not afraid to leave anyone and everyone behind if it means live another day.
conversations.prefix: Cut Your Losses:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are many physical and mental trials one goes through when they live in the darkness.  Enoch has a very high pain threshold as well as a hardy mental resistance to the horrors and madness of the deepest places in this world. 
conversations.prefix: Wasteland Conditioning:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He is not used to having people around and does not know how to properly interact with them. He over-analyses what they are saying and they can't always follow his lines of thought. He has troubles building relationships and is stressed by constantly having people around.
conversations.prefix: Social Detachment:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a real eye for detail. But its not just picking out small details in the environment around you... you're also a keen observer of humanity, and tend to get a good idea of whether or not someone is about to crack.
conversations.prefix: Perceptive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been around long enough doing what it is you do to know exactly what the look on this young buck's face really means. There's an easy rapport from shared experience.  
conversations.prefix: Couple of Miles in Your Shoes.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nonsense is a waste of time, and time is a terrible thing to waste.  You appreciate candor, and if someone isn't giving it to you the proper course of action is to take control of the conversation and bring it to your preferred end.
conversations.prefix: Straight to the Point:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For too long you've withdrawn from the world, now you want to do something for the common good, whatever the cost.
conversations.prefix: Self-sacrifice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Pretty self explanatory.  Meant for transport, but anything can be weaponized if you believe.  I would give it a solid wash though... 
conversations.prefix: Government Pickup Truck: