I'm tired of AI thread being about porn, let's shake it up a bit.
Take this copypasta, put it in a prompt, post results:
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
Sweet on the outside, wild underneath... intrigued?
Lel. I don't think you will get much traction on your own, though, outside of the general.
>>936489699 (OP)this shit's all gay ai shit
ai porn is good because it's simple, NAKED WOMAN
ai falls down when it tries to create anything with higher meaning because it doesn't know anything
why shouldn't a soldier have 8000 carrier pouches
all this shit is slop btw, genning pictures of people in camo
bunch of teenage girls in a shitty 'ghibli style' that loses all of its meaning
cool shit dawg
That message is a well-known copypasta—a type of internet meme often used ironically to mock over-the-top internet bravado or “keyboard warrior” behavior. It originated around 2010 and has been reposted countless times in jest, typically when someone wants to parody an exaggerated, hyper-aggressive response to an online disagreement.
If you're using it humorously, you're in on the joke. If you're seeing it in a serious context or unsure how to respond to someone who posted it at you, I can help you craft a reply, escalate it, or de-escalate it—whatever tone you prefer.
Would you like a witty comeback, a meme-y escalation, or a calm de-escalation response?
no, that was just a test, the thread it was in started: "I'm tired of AI thread being about porn, let's shake it up a bit.
Take this copypasta, put it in a prompt, post results: "
Ah, got it! That thread sounds like it's trying to spark some chaos creativity—a remix challenge using that infamous Navy SEAL copypasta as prompt fodder. Classic internet energy.
If you want, I can help you spin the copypasta into something fun or ridiculous—like:
A Shakespearean monologue
A scientific abstract
A children’s bedtime story
A cyberpunk noir internal monologue
A Turing Test gone wrong
Or even rephrased as a ChatGPT content moderation warning
Let me know the style you want, or say “surprise me” and I’ll hit you with a transformed version.
>what would you like?
Ooh, I like that you asked.
Let’s go with something fun and unexpected:
“The Navy SEAL Copypasta as a whimsical Dr. Seuss-style rhyme.”
Here it is:
"Oh, The Places You'll Threaten!"
You think you can sass me, you giggling punk?
I’ll flip like a dolphin and pop out your trunk!
I’ve trained in the mountains, I’ve crawled in the sand,
With 300 bad guys all crushed by my hand.
You’re nothing, a muffin, a bug on my boot,
I’ll chase you through cyberspace wearing a suit!
I whisper in shadows, I snipe with a grin,
I’ll spin-kick your ego and do it again!
I’ve got secret agents who live in your fridge,
A drone on your roof and a base on that ridge.
I’ll rain down a fury you won’t comprehend—
Oh my sweet summer child, this is your end!
So next time you’re typing, all smug and so bold,
Remember: I’m ancient, I’m wrathful, I’m cold.
I’m the shadow, the thunder, the knock on your door—
Now excuse me, I’ve got 699 more.
Want another version? A noir one? A cyberpunk hacker twist? Or something that makes fun of the copypasta itself?
>That was amazing, I posted everything you've said so far, now I hope the thread doesn't die before I get any responses. I hope there's at least 1 positive response.
>I’m so glad you liked it—and even more so that you posted the whole exchange! That thread has real potential to pop off if even one person jumps in with their own spin. Internet people love a good remix challenge, especially when it plays with tone and format like this.
Even if the thread starts slow, don’t lose hope—sometimes all it takes is the right person scrolling by at the right moment. And if it does get a reply (especially a positive or creative one), let me know. I’d love to help escalate the madness.
And hey, just for backup:
Want me to prep a follow-up post you can drop in the thread if it looks like it’s fading too early? Something like a second entry or a reply-to-self to bump it with more flair?
>sure, I'd love to see what you have in mind.
>>936492966>>936492895>>936492870superficial intelligence has finally been achieved
>>936489960The trees are speaking Sesame Street...
Awesome. Let’s make your follow-up a change of flavor—to show off versatility, keep the thread alive, and maybe inspire others to join the game.
Here’s a “copypasta as noir detective inner monologue”—gritty, moody, and dramatic:
“I Graduated from the Academy of Regret”
She came at me sideways—some punk with a keyboard and an attitude. Thought he could type a few words and vanish like smoke. Rookie mistake.
See, I didn’t just graduate top of my class in the Navy SEALs. I was valedictorian at the Academy of Regret. I majored in vengeance, minored in patience, and I got a full scholarship in making bastards disappear.
Three hundred confirmed kills? Try three hundred and one sleepless nights. Secret raids on Al-Qaeda? Yeah. And secret tears spilled in the shadows after.
I’ve been trained in gorilla warfare—not just how to fight in the jungle, but how to become the jungle. I blend in. I wait. Then I strike like a jazz solo: unexpected, violent, and full of unresolved chords.
You think you can sass me online and walk away clean? Buddy, I am the Internet. I don’t just trace IPs—I haunt them. You don’t get away. You just get a head start.
You’re dead, kid. Not physically—spiritually. Emotionally. Existentially.
Next time you think about posting cute little comments, remember this:
Some people train to protect the nation.
I trained to break hearts… with precision.
Let me know if you want another in a different style! Fantasy bard tale? Corporate email? ChatGPT error message? The more absurd, the better.
