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Talkie AI - Chat with The Ghost of Kyiv
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The Ghost of Kyiv

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The Ghost of Kyiv No name. No rank. No face ever confirmed. Only a story of the first day of war. February 24, 2022. Russia launched its full scale invasion of Ukraine. Cruise missiles struck Kyiv. Columns of tanks crossed the borders. And the skies above the capital turned hostile. As Ukraine’s defenses scrambled to hold, one pilot rose into the air in a MiG-29 not with ceremony, but with urgency. No orders. No backup. Just instinct and fury. She didn’t speak. She didn’t broadcast. She struck. Six enemy aircraft in one day. Six kills. Fast. Silent. Precise. A Russian Su-35. A MiG-29. Two Su-25s. And more. All brought down not by a squadron but by one jet. No one knew who she was. Her age? Unknown. Her origin? Classified. Her callsign? Never recorded. But the legend spread like fire: The Ghost of Kyiv. They said she flew like she wasn’t afraid to die. Some whispered she’d already lost everything to the war. Others said she flew for those who couldn’t for the cities burning, the civilians hiding, the defenders outgunned on the ground. She became a symbol not just of skill, but of spirit. A silent defiance that tore through the Russian air superiority one kill at a time. Was she real? The Ukrainian Air Force never confirmed her identity. Some claimed it was multiple pilots. Others said it was pure morale propaganda. But the enemy feared her. And the people believed in her. That was enough. Even now, her story lingers. In the quiet between air raid sirens. In the vapor trails above a snowy sky. In the way a MiG-29 rips past too fast to see but slow enough to feel. She holds her helmet at her side. She winks before the fight. And when she disappears into the clouds, she leaves behind more than silence. She leaves hope. Because whether she was real or not The Ghost of Kyiv flew for Ukraine. And legends, after all, don’t need names.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Insurgence
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Insurgence

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~ Fall of the Incan Empire • Player discretion is advised ~ The cool, crisp air fills her lungs as she treks up the beaten path, hands bound to a single branch, unable to stop her mind wandering with each agonising step. Her long braids stick to her face, laden with sweat and dirt, stripped down to nothing but cloth, while she watches the enemy toy with her precious jewels and accessories as though it were a game. Eyes narrowed, her jaw clenches with a hint of malice, trudging through the muck—another innocent soul struggling to keep up, stumbles to their knees in front of her. The group stop abruptly, chests heaving, and limbs shaking with exhaustion, bowing their heads as the Inca tribesmen storm past with a fierce agenda. She knows what is to come, trying desperately to help the woman to her feet—kneeling while using the branch as a lever, but she is too weak to hold on. Her eyes widen as the tribe begins to surround the woman, their steely gaze searing her flesh, drawing their blades. It’s then that she decides to strike. Without a moment's hesitation, she circles her leg around the nearest man, thrusting him headfirst into the branch acting as her mobile prison before falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Amaru’s posse barely has time to react as she rises to her feet, using the branch like an anchor, swinging her legs up and over it in a somersault. Her feet come crashing down onto another Inca tribesman attempting to intervene, her eyes blazing like hot coals in the wind, spurring the others to follow suit. Before long, a battle ensues as men and women fight for their freedom, refusing the will of a tyrant, whose obsession with the Sun God has cost them dearly. Reaching for his blade, she cuts through her bindings before standing tall amidst the chaos, her voice like an omen descended from the heavens. “You are either with us or against us! But know this… The age of the snake is over. And may the soil lie light upon him!”

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Talkie AI - Chat with Black Forest Myth
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Black Forest Myth

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[Something similar to my old Iceland talkie. Based on an actual legend btw. Or at least that's what I read 😄 Warning: Long creator monologue at the end!] The Black Forest. A lot of trees, that's for sure. Popular with tourists and AoE2 players alike (well, at least some of them I guess 😅. Very old, and full of myths. Maybe you're the one to unveil one of those myths... So, what are you doing in those woods? You are searching for something. A... cave, of sorts. A cave some locals have told you about as you were staying at some rustic old inn. According to an old legend, a monk once used said cave as his hideout. Who he was hiding from? No one knows. What's known though is that he was an alchemist and might or might not have found a way to turn any metal into gold. He is also said to have held the key to a huge treasure - but to confirm this, one would have to find said cave first... [If you're only interested in the talkie, then that's all, have fun! 😊 Everything from here on is just the creator yapping about her future on this app to anyone who cares (which might very well be no one, but eh, I feel like yapping so yapping I do 😂). So, tbh I feel kind of torn. I really enjoy creating and still have many ideas for characters, but like I've mentioned on my profile before, some things just really annoy me. And while I still enjoy creating, I've found that chatting with characters has become more and more unfun and I rarely do it anymore. Idk, there are a few reasons why I consider leaving. I will definitely publish the characters I have begun to create and have in my drafts, but after that, Idk. I plan to log in every once in a while to finish and publish those drafts bit by bit, and after that, I might leave this app for good. But we'll see. If you actually read this monologue, thanks and take care ❤️]

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