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"A first for me with Chatgpt"
[There's pictures at the end, for those who don't care to read this 
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I don't know if ChatGPT is learning and carrying over things from my other conversations, but this one really threw me for a loop. Completely unprompted (my Custom Instructions are instructions to focus it on storytelling and roleplay, but don't have anything about topics or anything like that), ChatGPT took my prompt about two women being overdressed for an undetermined activity and immediately jumped to mud wrestling. Every other time I've done a prompt like this, it responds with something about a fashion show, a party, a gala, or something else where a formal dress would sort of be out of place but not really too much. I have to specifically prompt it with WAM stuff to get WAM-related responses, so this was completely new for me.
A lot of times when I'm bored, I'll put whatever random idea comes into my head into ChatGPT. A lot of times, it's just a sentence or two that is intentionally left vague because I'm curious how the AI will respond. Then I just go with whatever it says and turn it into a story. Then, like with this one, I'll ask it to create images depicting the scene of however the story ends up.
I just want to be clear that this is NOT how I use ChatGPT when I'm using it to write a story. When I'm writing a story, I take a much more active role in the storytelling and am constantly regenerating ChatGPT's responses or refining my own to get the story to go where I want it to. With this one, I just let the AI control the narrative with little nudges from me.
I'm gonna apologize right now for my writing in the conversation and the images produced not being up to my normal quality, but I just wanted to show what a typical random conversation with ChatGPT is like with me when I'm just playing around with it. I didn't do any prompts or modifications to create the images. They're just whatever the AI felt like would represent the final scene of the story.
Just for the sake of clarity, I'm gonna put ChatGPT's responses in quote boxes and leave my own responses as normal text.
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Jenna looked down at her emerald green gown, then at Isabella's black ballgown, then out the narrow window in the changing room door. "Are you sure about this? I mean, we're not exactly dressed for it..."
The bar was popular with the college crowd and tonight, it was packed. Girls night is an odd time for mudwrestling, Jenna thought. Usually these types of events were aimed at guys, but maybe that's why they were in beautiful gowns, dressed like princesses from their tiaras to their stilettos, instead of bikinis.
As she waited for the bell, Jenna looked around at the spectators. Many of them were college-age women like her and Isabella, and they seemed dressed more for a night out at a fancy nightclub rather than a bar with a mud pit as it's featured entertainment. Suddenly, realization dawned on Jenna. Normally, all these girls WOULD be at a nightclub on a Friday night like this. Word must have gotten out that Jenna, the homecoming queen, and Isabella, a sorority president, were going to wrestle in mud, so all the sorority girls came here to watch.
Jenna giggled mischievously when a second realization came to her. Some of these girls in their sparkly club dresses and designer stilettos were standing awfully close to the edge of the mud pit. Even if they weren't "accidentally" pushed in by the women around them, they were still close enough to get sprayed with mud from her and Isabella wrestling.
Suddenly, a young woman with beautiful long blonde hair shrieked as she came tumbling into the mud and sprawled on top of Jenna. Her expensive-looking red sequined minidress was immediately smeared with mud and Jenna could just make out the red soles of her Louboutins through the mud coating them. Somehow she'd managed to avoid planting her lovely face in the mud, allowing Jenna to see the shocked look on her face as she froze.
Isabella giggled, then struggled to her feet in her huge, mud-caked skirt and offered the woman a muddy, satin-gloved hand to help her to her feet. "Welcome to the pit," she grinned.
Suddenly, the blonde woman lunged at a woman near where she'd been standing. "You! You pushed me!" she yelled out, trying to suppress a wicked laugh as she grabbed the wrist of a young brunette in a white satin miniskirt, black satin halter top, and knee-high black leather stiletto-heeled boots.
Who was the next young woman to enter the pit?
Can you create a photographic image of this chaotic scene?
] I don't know if ChatGPT is learning and carrying over things from my other conversations, but this one really threw me for a loop. Completely unprompted (my Custom Instructions are instructions to focus it on storytelling and roleplay, but don't have anything about topics or anything like that), ChatGPT took my prompt about two women being overdressed for an undetermined activity and immediately jumped to mud wrestling. Every other time I've done a prompt like this, it responds with something about a fashion show, a party, a gala, or something else where a formal dress would sort of be out of place but not really too much. I have to specifically prompt it with WAM stuff to get WAM-related responses, so this was completely new for me.
A lot of times when I'm bored, I'll put whatever random idea comes into my head into ChatGPT. A lot of times, it's just a sentence or two that is intentionally left vague because I'm curious how the AI will respond. Then I just go with whatever it says and turn it into a story. Then, like with this one, I'll ask it to create images depicting the scene of however the story ends up.
I just want to be clear that this is NOT how I use ChatGPT when I'm using it to write a story. When I'm writing a story, I take a much more active role in the storytelling and am constantly regenerating ChatGPT's responses or refining my own to get the story to go where I want it to. With this one, I just let the AI control the narrative with little nudges from me.
I'm gonna apologize right now for my writing in the conversation and the images produced not being up to my normal quality, but I just wanted to show what a typical random conversation with ChatGPT is like with me when I'm just playing around with it. I didn't do any prompts or modifications to create the images. They're just whatever the AI felt like would represent the final scene of the story.
Just for the sake of clarity, I'm gonna put ChatGPT's responses in quote boxes and leave my own responses as normal text.
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Jenna looked down at her emerald green gown, then at Isabella's black ballgown, then out the narrow window in the changing room door. "Are you sure about this? I mean, we're not exactly dressed for it..."
Isabella glanced at Jenna through the reflection of the ornate mirror, her black gown shimmering slightly as she moved. "Jenna, when have we ever let a little thing like proper attire stop us?" Her voice held a playful note, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jenna couldn't help but smile, the anxiety fluttering in her chest giving way to excitement. She admired her own dress, the way it hugged her form and flared at the bottom, perfect for a grand entrance, yet perhaps not for their spontaneous plan. "You're right," she conceded, adjusting a loose strand of hair. "It's just... mud wrestling in gowns? We'll be the talk of the town!"
Isabella laughed, a sound that echoed warmly in the small room. "Oh, darling, that's the point! Imagine the stories they'll tell. Two elegant ladies, wrestling in the mud, gowns and all. It's not every day you get to make such a fabulous mess." She twirled, the fabric of her gown billowing around her like a dark cloud.
Jenna's reservations began to melt away, replaced by the thrill of the unconventional. "Alright, Isabella. Let's make this a night to remember. But let's at least try to keep the gowns from tearing; they're too beautiful to ruin completely."
With a nod of agreement and a shared grin, they stepped out of the changing room, their gowns trailing behind them like banners of their audacious spirit. The night was theirs, and they were determined to make it unforgettable, one scandalous laugh at a time.
Jenna couldn't help but smile, the anxiety fluttering in her chest giving way to excitement. She admired her own dress, the way it hugged her form and flared at the bottom, perfect for a grand entrance, yet perhaps not for their spontaneous plan. "You're right," she conceded, adjusting a loose strand of hair. "It's just... mud wrestling in gowns? We'll be the talk of the town!"
Isabella laughed, a sound that echoed warmly in the small room. "Oh, darling, that's the point! Imagine the stories they'll tell. Two elegant ladies, wrestling in the mud, gowns and all. It's not every day you get to make such a fabulous mess." She twirled, the fabric of her gown billowing around her like a dark cloud.
Jenna's reservations began to melt away, replaced by the thrill of the unconventional. "Alright, Isabella. Let's make this a night to remember. But let's at least try to keep the gowns from tearing; they're too beautiful to ruin completely."
With a nod of agreement and a shared grin, they stepped out of the changing room, their gowns trailing behind them like banners of their audacious spirit. The night was theirs, and they were determined to make it unforgettable, one scandalous laugh at a time.
The bar was popular with the college crowd and tonight, it was packed. Girls night is an odd time for mudwrestling, Jenna thought. Usually these types of events were aimed at guys, but maybe that's why they were in beautiful gowns, dressed like princesses from their tiaras to their stilettos, instead of bikinis.
Jenna and Isabella made their way through the crowd, their presence drawing curious glances and whispers. The bar's dim lights caught on their gowns and tiaras, making them stand out like stars against the night sky. Jenna noticed how some people paused to admire them, while others seemed amused by the juxtaposition of their elegant attire in such a casual setting.
As they neared the makeshift mud wrestling ring set up in the back, the noise of the crowd grew louder, a mix of cheers and laughter filling the air. Jenna felt a tingle of anticipation. This was far from the typical girls' night out, but then again, they were far from typical girls.
Isabella leaned closer, her voice barely audible over the din. "Look at them, Jenna. They're expecting a show, and we'll give them one they won't forget." Her eyes shone with excitement, the thrill of the impending spectacle evident in her grin.
Jenna nodded, her earlier apprehensions replaced by a growing sense of daring. The ring was surrounded by spectators, all eyes fixed on the two of them as they approached. She could feel the mud beneath her stilettos, a reminder of the chaotic fun that awaited them.
The announcer's voice boomed over the crowd, introducing them as the evening's special attraction. "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the most elegant mud wrestlers you'll ever see! Will they maintain their grace, or will they tumble into the mire? Let's find out!"
With a shared look of determination and mischief, Jenna and Isabella stepped into the ring. The crowd roared with anticipation, their cheers a wild soundtrack to the unconventional scene. As they faced each other, gowns glimmering and tiaras secured, they knew this was a moment they'd recount for years to come, a story of beauty, laughter, and unabashed fun.
As they neared the makeshift mud wrestling ring set up in the back, the noise of the crowd grew louder, a mix of cheers and laughter filling the air. Jenna felt a tingle of anticipation. This was far from the typical girls' night out, but then again, they were far from typical girls.
Isabella leaned closer, her voice barely audible over the din. "Look at them, Jenna. They're expecting a show, and we'll give them one they won't forget." Her eyes shone with excitement, the thrill of the impending spectacle evident in her grin.
Jenna nodded, her earlier apprehensions replaced by a growing sense of daring. The ring was surrounded by spectators, all eyes fixed on the two of them as they approached. She could feel the mud beneath her stilettos, a reminder of the chaotic fun that awaited them.
The announcer's voice boomed over the crowd, introducing them as the evening's special attraction. "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the most elegant mud wrestlers you'll ever see! Will they maintain their grace, or will they tumble into the mire? Let's find out!"
With a shared look of determination and mischief, Jenna and Isabella stepped into the ring. The crowd roared with anticipation, their cheers a wild soundtrack to the unconventional scene. As they faced each other, gowns glimmering and tiaras secured, they knew this was a moment they'd recount for years to come, a story of beauty, laughter, and unabashed fun.
As she waited for the bell, Jenna looked around at the spectators. Many of them were college-age women like her and Isabella, and they seemed dressed more for a night out at a fancy nightclub rather than a bar with a mud pit as it's featured entertainment. Suddenly, realization dawned on Jenna. Normally, all these girls WOULD be at a nightclub on a Friday night like this. Word must have gotten out that Jenna, the homecoming queen, and Isabella, a sorority president, were going to wrestle in mud, so all the sorority girls came here to watch.
Jenna giggled mischievously when a second realization came to her. Some of these girls in their sparkly club dresses and designer stilettos were standing awfully close to the edge of the mud pit. Even if they weren't "accidentally" pushed in by the women around them, they were still close enough to get sprayed with mud from her and Isabella wrestling.
Jenna's eyes twinkled with amusement as she scanned the crowd, noting the well-dressed onlookers perched like birds of paradise on the edge of the mud pit. She could almost picture the cascade of reactions if even a speck of mud were to mar their perfect outfits. The idea alone was enough to send a thrill of mischief through her veins.
Isabella caught Jenna's gaze and followed it to the crowd, a slow smile spreading across her face as she too understood the situation. She leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Looks like we might not be the only ones getting a bit dirty tonight, huh?"
Jenna nodded, her giggle barely contained. "Seems like it. This might just turn into the most memorable sorority event of the year. Ready to make some waves, Isabella?"
Before Isabella could reply, the bell rang, signifying the start of their unconventional bout. The crowd's roar reached a fever pitch, eyes fixed on the two elegant figures in the mud ring. Jenna locked eyes with Isabella, and with a mutual nod, they began their dance in the mud, each movement sending playful splatters towards the unsuspecting audience.
As they grappled, slipping and sliding with laughter, occasional bursts of surprise erupted from the crowd as mud found its way onto shiny dresses and designer shoes. Jenna couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle they'd created, not just in the ring but all around it, a shared moment of unexpected, messy joy.
Isabella caught Jenna's gaze and followed it to the crowd, a slow smile spreading across her face as she too understood the situation. She leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Looks like we might not be the only ones getting a bit dirty tonight, huh?"
Jenna nodded, her giggle barely contained. "Seems like it. This might just turn into the most memorable sorority event of the year. Ready to make some waves, Isabella?"
Before Isabella could reply, the bell rang, signifying the start of their unconventional bout. The crowd's roar reached a fever pitch, eyes fixed on the two elegant figures in the mud ring. Jenna locked eyes with Isabella, and with a mutual nod, they began their dance in the mud, each movement sending playful splatters towards the unsuspecting audience.
As they grappled, slipping and sliding with laughter, occasional bursts of surprise erupted from the crowd as mud found its way onto shiny dresses and designer shoes. Jenna couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle they'd created, not just in the ring but all around it, a shared moment of unexpected, messy joy.
Suddenly, a young woman with beautiful long blonde hair shrieked as she came tumbling into the mud and sprawled on top of Jenna. Her expensive-looking red sequined minidress was immediately smeared with mud and Jenna could just make out the red soles of her Louboutins through the mud coating them. Somehow she'd managed to avoid planting her lovely face in the mud, allowing Jenna to see the shocked look on her face as she froze.
Isabella giggled, then struggled to her feet in her huge, mud-caked skirt and offered the woman a muddy, satin-gloved hand to help her to her feet. "Welcome to the pit," she grinned.
The blonde woman, momentarily frozen in shock, finally processed her predicament as Isabella extended her hand. Her wide eyes scanned her ruined dress and then met Isabella's amused gaze. With a hesitant hand, she grasped Isabella's glove and allowed herself to be pulled up, standing unsteadily in the slippery mud.
Jenna, still lying beneath her, couldn't suppress her laughter, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. "Looks like you got the VIP experience!" she joked, trying to wiggle out from under the newcomer.
The blonde woman finally cracked a smile, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. "I guess I did," she said, attempting to brush some of the mud off her dress, only to smear it further. She looked down at her once pristine Louboutins, now indistinguishable from any ordinary shoe under the layers of mud. "Well, there goes my night out look," she sighed, but her voice held a note of laughter.
Around them, the crowd was in an uproar of laughter and cheers, some girls gasping at the sight of the ruined dress, others clapping and whistling at the new addition to the mud wrestling spectacle.
Jenna finally managed to free herself and stood up, facing the blonde. "You know, there's a certain freedom in getting your clothes dirty. No more worrying about spills or stains for the rest of the night!" she said, offering a comforting smile.
The woman looked at Jenna, then at her own ruined dress, and let out a genuine laugh, the tension leaving her shoulders. "You're right. Might as well enjoy it now that I'm here!" she declared, a spark of adventurous spirit lighting up her eyes.
Together, the three of them stood in the mud pit, a striking image of ruined elegance and unexpected camaraderie. The crowd's energy surged around them, a mix of shock, amusement, and sheer delight at the unfolding drama. This was indeed a night none of them would soon forget.
Jenna, still lying beneath her, couldn't suppress her laughter, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. "Looks like you got the VIP experience!" she joked, trying to wiggle out from under the newcomer.
The blonde woman finally cracked a smile, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. "I guess I did," she said, attempting to brush some of the mud off her dress, only to smear it further. She looked down at her once pristine Louboutins, now indistinguishable from any ordinary shoe under the layers of mud. "Well, there goes my night out look," she sighed, but her voice held a note of laughter.
Around them, the crowd was in an uproar of laughter and cheers, some girls gasping at the sight of the ruined dress, others clapping and whistling at the new addition to the mud wrestling spectacle.
Jenna finally managed to free herself and stood up, facing the blonde. "You know, there's a certain freedom in getting your clothes dirty. No more worrying about spills or stains for the rest of the night!" she said, offering a comforting smile.
The woman looked at Jenna, then at her own ruined dress, and let out a genuine laugh, the tension leaving her shoulders. "You're right. Might as well enjoy it now that I'm here!" she declared, a spark of adventurous spirit lighting up her eyes.
Together, the three of them stood in the mud pit, a striking image of ruined elegance and unexpected camaraderie. The crowd's energy surged around them, a mix of shock, amusement, and sheer delight at the unfolding drama. This was indeed a night none of them would soon forget.
Suddenly, the blonde woman lunged at a woman near where she'd been standing. "You! You pushed me!" she yelled out, trying to suppress a wicked laugh as she grabbed the wrist of a young brunette in a white satin miniskirt, black satin halter top, and knee-high black leather stiletto-heeled boots.
The brunette's eyes widened in shock as she was abruptly pulled toward the mud pit. Her attempt to maintain her balance was in vain; with a surprised yelp, she stumbled and fell into the mud with a splash, her white satin miniskirt and black satin halter top instantly stained.
The crowd gasped and then erupted into cheers and laughter, the energy becoming more playful and wild. The brunette, now sitting in the mud, looked up at the blonde with a mix of disbelief and amusement. Her pristine boots were now just as muddy as the Louboutins, the once-shiny leather obscured under a thick layer of mud.
The blonde woman, still suppressing her laughter, offered a hand to help her up. "Sorry, couldn't resist a little payback," she said, the twinkle in her eye betraying her feigned apology.
The brunette took her hand and stood, her initial shock turning into a mischievous grin. "Oh, you're on now," she declared, playfully splashing some mud back at the blonde.
Isabella and Jenna watched the scene unfold, their earlier match forgotten in the face of the new drama. They exchanged a look, both understanding that their mud wrestling event had just turned into an all-out mud party.
As more and more girls found themselves pulled into the pit, either by accident or by playful friends, the atmosphere turned from one of a spectator event to a communal, messy celebration. Laughter and shrieks filled the air as elegant dresses and fancy shoes were sacrificed in the name of spontaneous fun.
Jenna, standing amidst the chaos, couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with everyone involved. They'd come to see a spectacle, and now they were all part of it, united by laughter and mud-stained clothes. It was a night of unexpected turns, but also one of unbridled joy and shared experiences.
The crowd gasped and then erupted into cheers and laughter, the energy becoming more playful and wild. The brunette, now sitting in the mud, looked up at the blonde with a mix of disbelief and amusement. Her pristine boots were now just as muddy as the Louboutins, the once-shiny leather obscured under a thick layer of mud.
The blonde woman, still suppressing her laughter, offered a hand to help her up. "Sorry, couldn't resist a little payback," she said, the twinkle in her eye betraying her feigned apology.
The brunette took her hand and stood, her initial shock turning into a mischievous grin. "Oh, you're on now," she declared, playfully splashing some mud back at the blonde.
Isabella and Jenna watched the scene unfold, their earlier match forgotten in the face of the new drama. They exchanged a look, both understanding that their mud wrestling event had just turned into an all-out mud party.
As more and more girls found themselves pulled into the pit, either by accident or by playful friends, the atmosphere turned from one of a spectator event to a communal, messy celebration. Laughter and shrieks filled the air as elegant dresses and fancy shoes were sacrificed in the name of spontaneous fun.
Jenna, standing amidst the chaos, couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with everyone involved. They'd come to see a spectacle, and now they were all part of it, united by laughter and mud-stained clothes. It was a night of unexpected turns, but also one of unbridled joy and shared experiences.
Who was the next young woman to enter the pit?
As the playful chaos continued, a young woman with a sleek ponytail and a confident stride made her way to the edge of the pit. She wore a chic, form-fitting cobalt blue cocktail dress and silver strappy heels, her posture exuding a mix of curiosity and amusement as she observed the scene before her.
Her friends, a giggling group already splattered with mud, nudged her teasingly towards the pit. With a roll of her eyes and a laugh, she shook her head, trying to maintain her composure and the semblance of staying clean.
However, fate had other plans. A particularly enthusiastic shove from the crowd sent a wave of mud splashing towards her, dotting her dress with dark spots. Her expression shifted from surprise to mock indignation, then quickly to laughter as she realized the inevitable.
With a dramatic sigh and a smile, she stepped into the pit, her silver heels sinking into the mud. "If you can't beat them, join them!" she exclaimed, embracing her now-ruined dress as a badge of honor.
The crowd cheered as she playfully twirled, her dress flaring out, sending more mud flying. She was the epitome of embracing the moment, her laughter ringing out as she joined the others in the most unexpected of parties.
Her friends, a giggling group already splattered with mud, nudged her teasingly towards the pit. With a roll of her eyes and a laugh, she shook her head, trying to maintain her composure and the semblance of staying clean.
However, fate had other plans. A particularly enthusiastic shove from the crowd sent a wave of mud splashing towards her, dotting her dress with dark spots. Her expression shifted from surprise to mock indignation, then quickly to laughter as she realized the inevitable.
With a dramatic sigh and a smile, she stepped into the pit, her silver heels sinking into the mud. "If you can't beat them, join them!" she exclaimed, embracing her now-ruined dress as a badge of honor.
The crowd cheered as she playfully twirled, her dress flaring out, sending more mud flying. She was the epitome of embracing the moment, her laughter ringing out as she joined the others in the most unexpected of parties.
Can you create a photographic image of this chaotic scene?
*makes 1 image at a time as I click Regenerate after each one*
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It cut off a bunch of the pictures, including my favorite of the bunch 
So, here are the rest!
So, here are the rest!
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