Post by D.J Cat on Apr 25, 2023 22:21:56 GMT 10
Bumper the Badger had finally been released from jail after a few years. He wasn't really looking forward to anything, but the thought of meeting up with his old mate Conker, the squirrel from Conker's Bad Fur Day, was the only thing that kept him going.
As he stepped out from prison, Bumper took a deep breath of fresh air and looked around. “It’s definitely good to be free,” he said out loud as he wiped his brow. He started making his way to where Conker lived, with a huge grin on his face.
As he walked through the park, he couldn't help but notice how much had changed since the last time he was out. All of the buildings and parks had been upgraded, and new faces roamed streets he didn’t recognise. Bumper knew there would be things to adjust to yet he tried to get too excited – just in case it all wasn't what he hoped for.
But, no matter how many changes had occurred, one thing still remained familiar: Conker’s pub. It was like the bar that once never seemed busy had now become far more popular with both locals and everyone working at Rare at the time of their stories.
Bumper walked into the pub with a wide grin plastered across his face. As he approached the counter, the bartender raised an intrigued eyebrow. "What do we have here? Welcome, stranger?" the bartender said as they walked over collecting glasses. And then, very suddenly, Conker emerged from the backroom, spotted Bumper and soaked up every detail about how Bumper was while beginning with idle grooming, subtly leading towards assertive interaction; it went simply “How the hell are y'all!" as his voice broke in volume, smiling wide while coming closer, giving his old friend what could only be described as close-up quick man-hug patented by men that haven’t seen each other in ages.
"I'm good, I'm good," Bumper said with a chuckle as he hugged his old friend back. "Just got out of prison." He said sheepishly.
"Well, you're looking terrific considering" Conker nodded impressed with what he saw before asking, "What are your plans now that you're freed?"
"No plans really," Bumper replied almost shrugging his shoulder. "Was hoping to have ourselves a bit of an adventure if you're keen? Maybe like old times," Bill hadn’t flustered Conker’s relaxed persona as it was greeted with open arms instead.
Conker's eyes lifted with excitement gleaming. "Oh yeah!" He grinned at Bumper. "Count me in! What are we waiting for? Let's ride!"
Bumper couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like the Squirrel’s sonia’ou might crush n’drinkin whisky all night might not be done yet ha ha?" The match lit another shared laugh and night of adventure began! Dancing , Drinking and playouts of stories older than themseleves happened right unto break on yet another day … as expected, they were never enjoying safer times..
NOTE:
This story started well, not sure what went on with the writing towards the end.
Did ChatGTP get progressively more drunk as it wrote this story...?
As he stepped out from prison, Bumper took a deep breath of fresh air and looked around. “It’s definitely good to be free,” he said out loud as he wiped his brow. He started making his way to where Conker lived, with a huge grin on his face.
As he walked through the park, he couldn't help but notice how much had changed since the last time he was out. All of the buildings and parks had been upgraded, and new faces roamed streets he didn’t recognise. Bumper knew there would be things to adjust to yet he tried to get too excited – just in case it all wasn't what he hoped for.
But, no matter how many changes had occurred, one thing still remained familiar: Conker’s pub. It was like the bar that once never seemed busy had now become far more popular with both locals and everyone working at Rare at the time of their stories.
Bumper walked into the pub with a wide grin plastered across his face. As he approached the counter, the bartender raised an intrigued eyebrow. "What do we have here? Welcome, stranger?" the bartender said as they walked over collecting glasses. And then, very suddenly, Conker emerged from the backroom, spotted Bumper and soaked up every detail about how Bumper was while beginning with idle grooming, subtly leading towards assertive interaction; it went simply “How the hell are y'all!" as his voice broke in volume, smiling wide while coming closer, giving his old friend what could only be described as close-up quick man-hug patented by men that haven’t seen each other in ages.
"I'm good, I'm good," Bumper said with a chuckle as he hugged his old friend back. "Just got out of prison." He said sheepishly.
"Well, you're looking terrific considering" Conker nodded impressed with what he saw before asking, "What are your plans now that you're freed?"
"No plans really," Bumper replied almost shrugging his shoulder. "Was hoping to have ourselves a bit of an adventure if you're keen? Maybe like old times," Bill hadn’t flustered Conker’s relaxed persona as it was greeted with open arms instead.
Conker's eyes lifted with excitement gleaming. "Oh yeah!" He grinned at Bumper. "Count me in! What are we waiting for? Let's ride!"
Bumper couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like the Squirrel’s sonia’ou might crush n’drinkin whisky all night might not be done yet ha ha?" The match lit another shared laugh and night of adventure began! Dancing , Drinking and playouts of stories older than themseleves happened right unto break on yet another day … as expected, they were never enjoying safer times..
NOTE:
This story started well, not sure what went on with the writing towards the end.
Did ChatGTP get progressively more drunk as it wrote this story...?