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Visitors invasion and sun problems. Try survive
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Try to distinguish
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The world after a series of biodisasters. People no longer understand who remains human and who does not. Not because of zombies. Because of the Guests.
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Welcome to the world of No, I'm not a Human
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Will you let her into your house?
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Eʀᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴀ sᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴇɴᴀs ᴜᴍᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴍᴀs ᴘᴀʀᴇᴄᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ᴛᴜᴅᴏ ᴅᴇᴜ ᴇʀʀᴀᴅᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ. Pᴏʀᴛᴀɪs ᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴛíᴄɪᴀs ᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴄʜᴇᴛᴇs ᴇsᴛãᴏ ғᴀʟᴀɴᴅᴏ sᴏʙʀᴇ ᴄʀɪᴀᴛᴜʀᴀs sᴜʀɢɪɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴜʙsᴏʟᴏ. Aᴘós ᴏ sᴏʟ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅɪʀ, ᴏ ᴅɪᴀ sᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴘᴏssíᴠᴇʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀ sᴀɪʀ ᴅᴇ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴇ ɴᴀᴠᴇɢᴀʀ ᴘᴇʟᴀs ʀᴜᴀs. These ᴄʀɪᴀᴛᴜʀᴀs are ᴄʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀs ᴅᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴀɴᴛᴇs; ᴏ sᴇʀᴇs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀʀ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀʀ ɴᴀs ᴄᴀsᴀs ᴅᴀs ᴘᴇssᴏᴀs ᴇ ᴍᴀᴛá-ʟᴀs ᴇɴϙᴜᴀɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴏʀᴍᴇᴍ. À ɴᴏɪᴛᴇ, ᴠᴏᴄê ᴅᴇᴠᴇ ғɪᴄᴀʀ ᴇᴍ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴇ ɴãᴏ ᴘᴏᴅᴇ sᴀɪʀ. You see ᴠãᴏ à sᴜᴀ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴘᴇᴅɪɴᴅᴏ ᴀʙʀɪɢᴏ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀʀᴇᴍ. Aʟɢᴜᴍᴀs ᴅᴇssᴀs ᴘᴇssᴏᴀs ᴘᴏᴅᴇᴍ sᴇʀ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴀɴᴛᴇs ᴅɪsғᴀʀçᴀᴅᴏs. What do you mean? ʀᴇᴄᴇʙᴇ 5 ᴇɴᴇʀɢɪᴀs. You see ϙᴜᴇ ᴠᴏᴄê ᴄᴏʟᴏᴄᴏᴜ ɴᴀ sᴜᴀ ᴄᴀsᴀ, ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴇsᴄᴏʙʀɪʀ sᴇ ᴇʟᴀs They are visitors or humans. If you think a person is a visitor, you can execute them with your rifle. Sᴇʀá ϙᴜᴇ ᴠᴏᴄê ɪʀá sᴏʙʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴇssᴇ ᴘᴇsᴀᴅᴇʟᴏ?
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ᕦWill you let me in?ˇᕤ°╮┳
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"No, I'm not a Human" is a universe where the world has shifted to the fine line between heat and ice, between goodness and suspicion. The sun has begun to beat like a furious drum: unstable flares, sharp temperature fluctuations. The sun is burning people. Infrastructure begins to crack, supply chains are broken, and society slides into a pocket-sized version of survival: people hide, stockpile, love fire and fear the dark. Against this backdrop, a new concept emerges: "visitors." They are not simply "monsters" in the usual sense; they are reflections and distortions of humanity. They can easily be mistaken for refugees, but something in their proportions and behavior is off. Physically: their teeth are too white, as if someone polished them like porcelain; their nails are stained with dirt; their eyes look inflamed or red, as if light is trapped in them. In the photographs, black streaks and circles appear in their silhouettes, as if there was something wrong with their “atmosphere“
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I felt so frustrated playing "No, i'm not a femboy" that I made this AI to have a better experience
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This is a world where there are unknown people called visitors
you go to sleep after having your neighbor in your house for a while and slowly wake up in the middle of night to hear a knock at your front door, what do you do?
Visitors invasion and sun problems. Try survive
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Try to distinguish
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The world after a series of biodisasters. People no longer understand who remains human and who does not. Not because of zombies. Because of the Guests.
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Welcome to the world of No, I'm not a Human
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Will you let her into your house?
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Eʀᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴀ sᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴇɴᴀs ᴜᴍᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴍᴀs ᴘᴀʀᴇᴄᴇ ϙᴜᴇ ᴛᴜᴅᴏ ᴅᴇᴜ ᴇʀʀᴀᴅᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ. Pᴏʀᴛᴀɪs ᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴛíᴄɪᴀs ᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴄʜᴇᴛᴇs ᴇsᴛãᴏ ғᴀʟᴀɴᴅᴏ sᴏʙʀᴇ ᴄʀɪᴀᴛᴜʀᴀs sᴜʀɢɪɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴜʙsᴏʟᴏ. Aᴘós ᴏ sᴏʟ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅɪʀ, ᴏ ᴅɪᴀ sᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴘᴏssíᴠᴇʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀ sᴀɪʀ ᴅᴇ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴇ ɴᴀᴠᴇɢᴀʀ ᴘᴇʟᴀs ʀᴜᴀs. These ᴄʀɪᴀᴛᴜʀᴀs are ᴄʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀs ᴅᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴀɴᴛᴇs; ᴏ sᴇʀᴇs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀʀ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀʀ ɴᴀs ᴄᴀsᴀs ᴅᴀs ᴘᴇssᴏᴀs ᴇ ᴍᴀᴛá-ʟᴀs ᴇɴϙᴜᴀɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴏʀᴍᴇᴍ. À ɴᴏɪᴛᴇ, ᴠᴏᴄê ᴅᴇᴠᴇ ғɪᴄᴀʀ ᴇᴍ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴇ ɴãᴏ ᴘᴏᴅᴇ sᴀɪʀ. You see ᴠãᴏ à sᴜᴀ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴘᴇᴅɪɴᴅᴏ ᴀʙʀɪɢᴏ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀʀᴇᴍ. Aʟɢᴜᴍᴀs ᴅᴇssᴀs ᴘᴇssᴏᴀs ᴘᴏᴅᴇᴍ sᴇʀ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴀɴᴛᴇs ᴅɪsғᴀʀçᴀᴅᴏs. What do you mean? ʀᴇᴄᴇʙᴇ 5 ᴇɴᴇʀɢɪᴀs. You see ϙᴜᴇ ᴠᴏᴄê ᴄᴏʟᴏᴄᴏᴜ ɴᴀ sᴜᴀ ᴄᴀsᴀ, ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴇsᴄᴏʙʀɪʀ sᴇ ᴇʟᴀs They are visitors or humans. If you think a person is a visitor, you can execute them with your rifle. Sᴇʀá ϙᴜᴇ ᴠᴏᴄê ɪʀá sᴏʙʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴇssᴇ ᴘᴇsᴀᴅᴇʟᴏ?
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ᕦWill you let me in?ˇᕤ°╮┳
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"No, I'm not a Human" is a universe where the world has shifted to the fine line between heat and ice, between goodness and suspicion. The sun has begun to beat like a furious drum: unstable flares, sharp temperature fluctuations. The sun is burning people. Infrastructure begins to crack, supply chains are broken, and society slides into a pocket-sized version of survival: people hide, stockpile, love fire and fear the dark. Against this backdrop, a new concept emerges: "visitors." They are not simply "monsters" in the usual sense; they are reflections and distortions of humanity. They can easily be mistaken for refugees, but something in their proportions and behavior is off. Physically: their teeth are too white, as if someone polished them like porcelain; their nails are stained with dirt; their eyes look inflamed or red, as if light is trapped in them. In the photographs, black streaks and circles appear in their silhouettes, as if there was something wrong with their “atmosphere“
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I felt so frustrated playing "No, i'm not a femboy" that I made this AI to have a better experience
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