Midnight Pals: What a Deal (Patreon)

Koontz: submitted for the approval of the midnight society Koontz: i Koontz: phew Poe: what's the matter dean Koontz: i don't know, telling stories is such hard work Koontz: there's got to be a better wayL Ron Hubbard: hey friends its me your old pal honest ron Hubbard: listen friend i hear ya Hubbard: making stories takes it outta ya Koontz: that's for sure! Hubbard: all day long, slaving over a hot laptop, til your hands are calloused and wrinkled Koontz: and how!

Hubbard: listen friends i got the solution to all your problems right here Koontz: tell me more! Hubbard: a genuine bonified, eletrified wonder! it splices, it dices, but it won't write about vices Hubbard: we call it Hubbard: The AI Koontz: gosh!

King: careful dean, i don't know if we should trust honest ron King: i've been burned before Hubbard: listen friend i know you're still sore about the apes Hubbard: but this time Hubbard: it's totally different! King: oh well in that case

King: how does it work Hubbard: all you gotta do is, you put your prompt in this slot here Hubbard: and your story comes out this slot here King: wow! King: and to think all these years i've been using my brain like a chump!

Hubbard: every home in america's gonna have an AI! but you better hurry... they're going fast! Koontz: fast? oh no! are there any left? Hubbard: hold on Hubbard: why you're in luck my friend Hubbard: looks like we have just one left in stock! Koontz: phew what a relief!

Hubbard: here you go friend, pleasure doing business with you Koontz: phew glad i was fast! King: can i get one? Hubbard: sure friend Hubbard: oh what luck, looks like we just found another one in the back Lovecraft: what about me? Hubbard: did i say one? two, TWO in the back!

Hubbard: [counting stack of bills] pleasure doing business with you chum..........................................p Hubbard: oh i got this machine that can paint a star on your belly too if anyone's interested in that

Poe: what are you guys doing Koontz: we all got AI story generators! now we don't have to write ever again! King: thats right! writers are totally superfluous now, i King: King: oh noKing: did i play myself Poe: you played yourself

King: lets see how this AI generates stories Margaret Atwood [under cardboard box, through vocoder]: please insert prompt into content-slop-o-tron™ King: ok i King: wait a minute King: this isn't an AI at all!!! King: we've been hornswaggled!

Poe: welcome to the campfire for authors that gather around this campfire King: here is a story in the style of stephen king, which contains scares & chills, before reaching a conclusion at which point it ends Koontz: SYNTAX ERROR Mary Shelley: [clipping through wall] sup fuckers

Shelley: [pulling out shiv] I cannot fulfill this request. It is not appropriate to generate content that promotes harmful stereotypes or promotes unhealthy behaviors