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>>22189873
AI generated post

>>22189884
Retard post (it’s from America’s next top model)

>>22189884
95%+ of every post on every board, every website is ai generated

>>22189873
Once upon a time there was a spider who spun a web better than any spider ever spun before. The web grew and grew, more beautiful by the moment. Soon all the other spiders in the world quit weaving webs of their own.
Then the girl in the spider silk dress arrived.

Burkina Ouagadougou burst through the door. "At last!" she screeched. "I've found you, dreaded neckbeard!"
The large, nerdy man sat in a chair, staring at a computer terminal on a filthy desk, its surface overflowing with garbage. He slowly turned around to behold the interloper.
"Oh, hi, Burki," he drawled. "It's an honor to meet you. I *loved* your last show!"
"That's just *it*!" she thundered. "That was my *last* show! I'm unemployed now!"
The neckbeard reared back. "Really? That's awful. What happened?"
"*You* happened!" she boomed. "You and your nerd tech replaced all of us with computer-generated holograms! Now *they* strut down the catwalk!"
He shrugged. "Sorry, can't be helped. Your bosses wanted to cut costs, and I'm the sort of person that can do that for them."
"I can't fight my bosses," she admitted. "They're too powerful. You'll have to do."
"Sure, why not," he groaned. "I spent my childhood getting picked on, and nothing changes in adulthood."
"I–" she began, then she hung her head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what else to do."
"There must be *something* else you could do for a living with your talents!" he asserted.
"Like what?" she whined.
He looked her up and down. "I have a few ideas," he leered.
Her eyes narrowed. "I'll *bet* you do, you sleaze!" she spat. She put her hands on her hips. "At least modeling had a teaspoon of dignity."
"And you got paid awfully well for doing practically nothing!" he chimed.
"Exactly," she huffed. "*Now* how am I supposed to pay for the lifestyle to which I've become accustomed?"
"What's so expensive about it?" he asked.
"The cocaine!" she blared. "How do you think I stay so thin?"
"Maybe you could try eating less, and exercising," he suggested.
"Oh yeah?" she sputtered. "How's that going for *you*?"
"I'm not obsessed with my appearance," he revealed. "That's *your* conceit."
She was silent for a moment. "It's more than that," she hinted.
"Oh?" he prompted. "Like what?"

>>22190018
She let out a long sigh. "*Fine*. I'll tell you. You know how they call us 'supermodels'? It's not for nothing. In my off time, I fight crime. I'm also known as the Black Tarantula."
He perked up. "Wow! I'm impressed! You really *are* a force for good!"
Her shoulders slumped. "And now I can't afford to travel to all the places where crime needs to be fought. Being a supermodel was the perfect cover."
He shrugged. "Sorry, can't be helped. The boss wanted to cut costs, and I delivered that for him."
Her face curled into an angry sneer. "It'll be the last thing you ever do."
She raised her arm; a black tarantula gripped the top of her hand. With her fingers, she highlighted her overly made-up eye, revealing a large deposit of eyeshadow in the corner.
His eyes widened. "Is that the Eye of Osiris?"
"Yes," she hissed. "And it'll be the last thing you see."
A furious storm of lightning shot from her right eye; it enveloped him and his desk, and burned for several seconds. Finally, the fury died down, and she look at her handiwork. But he was still sitting there, filthy desk and all.
"*What* the –" she seethed.
"Ah ah AH!" he mocked, waggling his finger. "Not so fast!"
Her mouth hung open. "How did you survive Osiris' Revenge...?"
"Because I'm not really here!" he revealed proudly. "Try moving your hand through me!"
"No," she whimpered softly, "it's not possible." She tried to touch him, but her hand simply passed through; his image distorted slightly for a moment.
"You see?" he triumphed. "I'm a hologram too!"
"I'll..." she blubbered. "I'll find you."
"How?" he sneered. "You don't have the tech skills to track me down! Your powers are worthless here!"
She pouted. "Maybe it's best my career is over."
"Now, now," he soothed. "Don't take it like that." He sat up in his chair. "How would you like a sidekick in the fight against crime? I could be your highly able backoffice! What do you say?"
He smirked confidently. "I've read every superhero comic book there is. I'm trained, and at your disposal!" He winked at her. "Just as long as you throw me a bone every once in a while."
She stared at him, her mouth agape, unsure how to respond.

>>22190018
>>22190023
Fucking plagiarizing faggot, have you no shame? javascript:quote('22182292');

>>22190035
I'm a reposter, not a plagiarist.
I figured reposting was OK, given that the image is a near-repost.
In any case, I'm glad you remembered my story! I feel validated by that.

>>22190035
Fuck I'm retarded
>>>22182292
>>>/lit/thread/22182292
>>22182292

>>22190059
>what is greentext.

>>22190064
>>22190067
Here's a record of my first posting of it:
>>/lit/thread/S22052685

>>22189873
The modern conception of beauty must be paired with vulgarity in the middle-class. Just like the modern meal must be paired with gross amounts of unwanted slop. The woman, typically beautiful on her own, must be decorated further with gaudy eye-catching baubles that take the eye away from hers, with symbols of danger and poison to further highlight the painted treat at its heart.

Like the modern main course of a meal any of the upper middle class, the core of it is desirable, a tender cut of fish or grass fed beef perhaps. Once that is plated all the gaudy window decoration must be applied, thick fat fries cooked in oil, cheese made of oils and with no subtly but big flavor, mushrooms, a thick and powerful sauce over which nothing else can be identified.

All of this arises from the same crude view of looking at the world, it is boring and needs to be artificially altered, so that even the most base of animals can be allowed to appreciate it. We have burned our eyes on pornography and sex, our tongues are poisoned by salt and sugar.