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: Missing Something. : Life is always a gamble. You know something is wrong, but you can't put your finger on it. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Generate. : Please generate. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Please Generate. : Please generate. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Please generate. : Please make it make sense with your character bio. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Payphone.: It is going to ring at 3:15.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Describe your interactions with the man.: The man was on the MAX with you last night, talking to you (from the prompt).  Why did you listen to him?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trouble with Childhood. : 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Claire's House: Small comfortable home in NE Portland in Argay Terrace neighborhood.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Explore the Home: You have to make sure it is secure.  You have to protect what is yours.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Wishing Tree: The Wishing Tree in NW Portland.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chop Down the Wishing Tree: You were instructed to chop down the wishing tree.  How you handle it is up to you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: How to explain. : 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.from: human
conversations.value: letter from Joey: You have a letter from Joey, that is only partially read.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: tags: giant tan tags with a punched hole for a bit of string
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: sharpie: a permanent marker.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The metal puzzle.: It keeps changing. Why is it doing that?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Meet Joey: Do you meet joey?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gotta work?: CLAIRE ONLY
  
  Strange things have happened, but you need to work.  You need to don't you?  
  
  How do you handle this?
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Two Become One: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Eliot Windacopple : He lives in Irvington. Likes to go to the wishing tree. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Garrett "Old Man" Lumbly: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Griffin: The man with the Indian Headdress on the blue bike.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chasing The Next High: You don’t know exactly what you need; all you know is that it’s just out of reach. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Street-Smart: You’re king of the urban jungle. Or at the very least, you know how to stay on the king’s good side.    
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lawless: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone To Fall Back On: 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.from: human
conversations.value: English Professor: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Creative: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Depression: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Reason: You need a reason - *any reason* - to keep trudging through this misery of an existence.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bare Your Teeth: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Home Sweet Home: 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.