This following text was created using a predictive text algorithm trained on Robin Hobb’s Assassin’s Apprentice and Pierce Brown’s Red Rising.
I was born handsome; face angular and slim like a dog, but with reservations.
My father and my mother taught me to play with scythes and I was small enough to make myself look like a stork. My brother was killed by a massive fireplace filling the room with soup… or something that looked like soup. To this day I organize my army in my mouth, and I echo my hands and I am strong in the face.
Chade does not know that Burrich has been stolen from the stables.
I think you know what I know what I want, to be technic.
The proctors are helping King Shrewd and Prince Verity to find beds for the wedding. I will be stronger than naturally occurring bone density on their electronic frequency, but I’m not even a real puppy. I could not protect the Jackal from Cassius, and his eyes are blacker than my heart. My slingblade looks like a child when they marry a horse.
I am pleased to see that my uncle is my king. He will not be satisfied until he discovers that I was a red helldiver of Lykos. That is all there is to say.
My face is strange like a toad in a basket of bread and bacon and a half dozen horses. Had I not a reaper’s scythe, I would not recognize vengeance now that Chivalry is a serious soldier.
It is difficult to explain why Mickey laughs at butterflies.
He is not a real friend, because he killed the bloodydamn monsters that I had thought were my feet.
I am pleased to know that Burrich was trying to kiss me.
I am in control of my own ass.
My ass is a legend of the Institute, it is true.
The Fool tells me that he deleted my wife, and I believe that is something else to kill him for. He does not like to be seen in my bed, and I am pledged to the king despite my height advantage.
I feel like spider legs.
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Yeeeeaaaah… That’s probably the most common reaction to these mash-ups.
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A lot of this is pretty good, actually, and some made me laugh too hard.
One day the machines will write books indistinguishable from those written by humans. Until then… we can point at laugh at them.
oh god *crylaugh*