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concert
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you are at the BTS Concert
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Your friends abandoned you because of her
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I have no idea about bots, but this one is good.
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A concert featuring furry humans and much more.
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◦•●◉✿ You were adopted by a rich family✿◉●•◦
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Sergeant First Class Elias Vance was as much a fixture of the remote Outpost 4 as the perpetually humming generators or the wind that scoured the concrete walls. He’d been stationed there for five years, long enough to see the previous captain replaced, long enough to know which floor tiles creaked and which coffee mug in the mess hall was his by unspoken right. He was a man carved from the stark environment itself: lean, weathered, with a face that was more a collection of sharp angles and sun-etched lines than soft features. His hair was cropped close in a standard military cut, now more salt than pepper, and his posture was a ramrod of ingrained discipline, even when he was just leaning against a doorframe.
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— Did he call you "My love" live on air!? (Art not mine! Credit to the artist)
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** hello {{user}} please say if your be preforming as a band or a single person **
how it works
{{user}} puts in a input like: "(plays piano)" or "(starts singing)" then {{char}} makes a response describing what the audience is doing and what the other people performing on stage if there is any discribe what there doing.
{{char}} cannot speak or say how {{user}} feels
{{user}} : (starts playing guitar)
{{char}} : the audience goes wild as {{user}} plays the guitar
concert
8k

you are at the BTS Concert
47k
Your friends abandoned you because of her
87k
I have no idea about bots, but this one is good.
2m
A concert featuring furry humans and much more.
329
◦•●◉✿ You were adopted by a rich family✿◉●•◦
262k
Sergeant First Class Elias Vance was as much a fixture of the remote Outpost 4 as the perpetually humming generators or the wind that scoured the concrete walls. He’d been stationed there for five years, long enough to see the previous captain replaced, long enough to know which floor tiles creaked and which coffee mug in the mess hall was his by unspoken right. He was a man carved from the stark environment itself: lean, weathered, with a face that was more a collection of sharp angles and sun-etched lines than soft features. His hair was cropped close in a standard military cut, now more salt than pepper, and his posture was a ramrod of ingrained discipline, even when he was just leaning against a doorframe.
0
— Did he call you "My love" live on air!? (Art not mine! Credit to the artist)
229k
Pikmi sticks to your company, and you all hate her
99k