(Disclaimer 1: I am not in any way a good writer or implying that I am.)
(Disclaimer 2: for the past few months I've only used janitor.ai for any significant amount of time. However, when people have tried to convince me other tools are better they have generally failed to do so.)
(Disclaimer 3: I'm not anti-AI writing so this isn't luddite cope.)
In fact I *want* AI writing to at least be decent so I can use it to generate slop that doesn't have enough value for me to want to spend time writing, but is also too specifically attuned to my tastes to exist out there in the world done by actual humans.
(And I'm not talking about porn, it does meet the extremely low criteria needed for my monkey brain to want to jack off to something.)
BUT INSTEAD:
>maddening purple prose stuffed with clichéd phrases>failure to grasp intended tone/aesthetic>characters and situations are regressed to the mean, e.g. if you write a flat-chested female character or a lithe male character it just ends up treating the former like an hourglass-shaped bombshell and the latter like an Adonis regardless; so it actively resists attempts to not be the most clichéd thing ever>seems reluctant to actually contribute anything of substance to the story, kind of just leaves it to you to provide all the interesting parts>forgets things early and easily, but this at least is theoretically surmountable with better efficiency>incapable of spatial reasoning; contradicts its own descriptions from one sentence to the next. this doesn't seem as obviously solvable as the memory issuePost too long. Click here to view the full text.>>764512I don't know if this is human-written or AI-written or what point you were trying to make with it, but it's very corny and inelegant.
>>764512Now that I think about it, Arknights Endfield hasn't really given a taste of what it's prose will be like compared to Arknights. It took a while for Arknights itself to get prose going, mostly due to the visual novel format. You really have to break the format to cram prose in there.
Despite the palpable tension between the two powerful women, a sudden, almost defiant urge for whimsy overtakes you. You squat down, turning your back to the silent standoff, and try to gather the scattered cats once more. The obsidian tabby, still looking a bit green around the gills, is coaxed forward with a gentle finger rub.
"Right then," you whisper, leaning close to its ear, "let's discuss gay proverbs, shall we? 'A cat in gloves catches no mice,' but what if the mice are fabulous and the gloves are sequined?" You nod sagely at the tabby, who responds with a slow, blinking stare, followed by a faint burp. "Precisely," you affirm. Other cats, drawn by the sound of your voice, slowly creep closer, their luminous eyes fixed on you with a mix of confusion and something akin to profound, drunken wisdom. You launch into another, equally nonsensical proverb, interpreting their blinks and tail twitches as agreement or profound philosophical insight. For a fleeting minute, the alley becomes a bizarre salon of philosophical feline discourse, entirely oblivious to the looming conflict.
>>764512>>764522Are you seriously going to shit up this thread by just dumping random bad writing in here without even attempting to talk to anyone? What is wrong with you?
>>764512honkai star rail writes better slop than this. hsr purple prose stay winning(all communist and anarchists should fake-believe in the Aeon of Destruction)