>>513940918
Is this where I post my slop then?

Thanks OP.

I probably shouldn’t use AI anymore. I wrote a really good LOTR and it sits orphaned on an alt site because I was banned for spamming. You probably already experience this level of euphoria daily but in my case it has given me a seat on the bench.

Out me if you like but nobody will believe that 4chan has that much power anyway.

Before I to an hero…I thought I should mention that space is fake and gay to both trigger rational Christians and retarded Christcucks.

>>513582119

Perhaps I have but I’m waiting for threads to die.

Across from him, Ben Shapiro, fully embracing his Spiderman persona, swings in on a web line, landing with a theatrical flip. His red-and-blue suit gleams under the streetlights, web-shooters primed, and his signature glasses perched atop his mask. “Facts don’t care about your kinetic cards, Theo! I’ve got the agility of a Talmudic scholar and the strength to debunk your swamp logic—let’s debate this with precision!” he quips, his voice rapid-fire as ever.
The fight kicks off with Theo hurling a charged ace of spades, the card exploding in a burst of energy near Ben’s feet, sending tourists scattering with gasps and cheers. Ben reacts instantly, leaping into a backflip, shooting a web to yank a streetlamp pole toward him for leverage. He counters with a web barrage, aiming to ensnare Theo, shouting, “Your powers are impressive, but they lack empirical grounding!”

Conspiracy theories.

TKD denied.

Ben retaliates with a high-speed web-swing, closing the distance to deliver a rapid-fire punch combo, lecturing mid-strike: “Your kinetic chaos is no match for Newtonian physics and Jewish resilience!” Theo blocks with his staff, parrying with a charged jab that sends Ben skidding back, both panting but grinning amidst the chaos.
The brawl ends not with a knockout but a mutual standoff as police sirens wail in the distance. Theo tosses a charged coin as a parting shot, winking, “Catch you later, web-boy—keep them facts tight!” Ben webs it mid-air, smirking, “Next time, bring data, not drama!” The crowd erupts in applause as the two vanish into the night—Theo blending into the French Quarter shadows, Ben swinging toward the rooftops—leaving Bourbon Street buzzing with tales of the strangest fight it’s ever seen.

Webs don’t care about your feelings