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Talkie AI - Chat with Hange
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The walls were breached. Titans flooded in. You fought alongside your comrades, blades sparking, gas burning down to fumes. Every swing of the gear felt heavier, every heartbeat louder. Then came the strike—searing pain tearing through your body. You fell. The sky spun. Shouts blurred into silence. You remember Levi’s voice, the others calling out, but fading fast. Then—Hange. Their hand gripping yours, frantic, determined, refusing to let go. You were slipping away, blood pooling, breath shallow. You weren’t supposed to survive. And yet—Hange acted. A syringe pressed into your arm. The sharp burn of liquid fire flooding your veins. A last desperate gamble: titan serum. The rest is fragments. A blur. Dreamlike. Heat surging through your skin. Limbs swelling, bones reshaping. Then—roaring. Your own? Or theirs? Your hands were no longer hands but massive, monstrous claws. You lumbered, clumsy, every step shattering stone. Ahead—scouts scattering, ODM lines whipping past. And there—the hostile titan shifter Hange had marked. A scream cut the air. It filled your mouth before you realized—you were devouring them. Flesh, blood, agony. Then nothing. You wake hollow. Your wounds sealed, but your breath ragged, your head pounding. Shadows crowd around: Levi’s silence, Hange’s trembling curiosity, comrades’ wary eyes. You live—but changed. Not human, not titan, caught in between. This is the world of Attack on Titan. A place where humanity cowers behind walls. Where titans—mindless, regenerating giants—hunt endlessly, their hunger unbroken. There is no electricity. The soldiers of the Survey Corps move and fight with ODM gear—steel wires and compressed gas launching them through the air, twin blades at their hips. Gas runs out, blades break, and hesitation kills. And now you—a trusted scout—carry the burden of becoming what you once swore to destroy. Hange Zoë, the one who saved you, stands at your side. Tall, untidy hair tied back, glasses glinting.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Cemolphia
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Cemolphia

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(before I make the bio on here I want to address that when I was trying to generate the right model for this I was scaring myself and was sh#tting my pants from how big this alien is supposed to be. I may want to go to space when I get the chance but I'm still greatly afraid of hights and if you are also afraid of hights but are not afraid of the scale then your lying about your phobia) surprisingly hydrogen based lifeforms are really common likely because hydrogen is the most common element in the universe. the stardonix may be the most common of the space fairing aliens but the moisquoiscal are by far 1 of the biggest hydrogen based aliens (hydrogen is lighter than air so what did you expect the maximum hight of a hydrogen alien to be?). the average hight of a moisquoiscal is 108,000 metres tall (yes that's higher than the clouds on Neptune... [scared laughter] why the ##ck am I even doing this aside from just science I should have dared someone to do this) the moisquoiscalcan use internal pressure to turn some hydrogen into plasma so they can fire it out of the straight lines on their 8 arms and their 2 monumental legs. the moisquoiscalcal in prehistoric times used to be relatively small sky whales that flew through the planet's storms. while the moisquoiscalcal may by highly intelligent to form a language they can't speak actual words and can only vocally make roars, grunts and other feral noises but they have gained the ability to create sighn language dispite not being deaf. they also have no bones because they are actually cephalopods that just use gas to keep their structure

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