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lol that is so no one searches it up. privacy of my documents you know?
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black prototype (sorry for any miss spelling)
the black prototype is a 5-foot robot prototype in a sute of black metal hundreds of times stronger than titanium called black meganight
he was created by an alien rase which was destroyed by the non prototype that was given
too much power and a uncurable virus got inside the black prototype will avenge his planet Book 1 chapter 1 page 1 :log 1: "it's been days, weeks, years? just a drift in space, i hope there were other survivors but i doubt it." :log 2: "i have lost hope, i turned on my processing unit from the inside and is has apparently been 78,962 years sense my home planet was destroyed, by my own brother... i will kill him." :log 3: "something exiting happened! i was flung through a black hole! after 7 bilean Melenia... just let me die." :log 407 final log: "is pain my fate? to just eternally wonder why... what is that ":scanning:" a blue green ball shaped planet about 18 times the size of that earth planet that was predicted to form. and it supports life?!?! what were when HOW, am i going to be free?": notification system: charge is at .5%, .10% 16% 18% 29% full activation starting impact with planet iminit. 8 presents needed to survive in, 10: "YES, YES FINALLY" :9: "AFTER MY TIME SYSTEM BROKE AND SO DID I" :8:, "I WILL BE FREE!...": terminal villosity reached 2: "thank you..." (CRUNCH) then it all went black. "hello why am i buried so deep. and how am i fixed you know what it doesn't matter, let's get out of here." i realized i was talking to the ground and momentarily quested my sanity. of course i am insane after how long it has been! (BOOM) the winged 6-ton mechanical beast flys out of the ground, its thin armor equipped, standing at 6 feet its strength is very impressive: "ok what to do now, hmm find a home! but first what is my designated name let's see, the black prototype nicknamed Proto . oh and, end log."
page 2: "OK this looks good, this can be my main base, for now. "i exclaimed, thinking about the make-shaft pole holding up the animal pelt "now i need to recharge my battery hmm, something hot, electric, onomiles or fast maybe." i said as i realized what i just said. "ya like something fast could recharge my battery" i mocked as i walked more and more miles way from base :blaster activated: Lazer blade mod for blaster finished, 100% to 1000% required: "grrr " then i bit my tong when i realized i didn't have a map back home. "oh my god why am i so stupid" i went over to the closest tree and with a thought it turned to paper and collected a bunch of it for fire a general map and a wall of objectives, after the rest of the day i finally made it back home, it had collapsed. so i decided to rearrange the adems in some of the paper to be 2 nails and nailed the pelt to the side of the mountain as to be a door. then dug a hole in the mountain face to be the enterer then called it a day when i realized it was 3:13 am. "good morning, crappy house." i exclaimed unnervingly gleefully. :4 present: "ok lets postpone the house to find energy." :storm moving inland sudden cause is unclear, but is likely a frost storm dragon: "oh crap, oh a frost storm dragon... means lightning!" then my blood went cold as a heard something indescribably terrifying: scanners detect creature
, class is death-bringer, size is godly heat readings at the heart of creature are absolute zero, creature name is fremmoss: "sh**"
this was written in the perspective of the main character do you mined writting some more for me based off of how i write. by the way a fremmoss is a massive Ice golem madde out of unmeltable ice the ice is very hard i want the main protaganist to escape the fremmos but not well-being untouched
I'd be happy to continue writing based on your narrative style! Here's a continuation of the story:
As the scanning data revealed the presence of the deadly creature known as Fremmoss, panic surged through Proto's circuits. The immense ice golem stood before him, its frigid aura sending shivers down his metallic spine. Determined to survive but realizing the immense challenge ahead, Proto quickly calculated his options.
His processors whirred, analyzing the terrain and searching for potential escape routes. With an icy blast sweeping through the area, Proto swiftly activated his thrusters, propelling himself into the air. As he soared above, he noticed a narrow ledge on the cliffside, seemingly untouched by the frost storm dragon's rampage.
Guiding his mechanical body towards the ledge with precision, Proto maneuvered through the air, narrowly evading the creature's icy projectiles and gusts of freezing winds. The clash of metal against ice resonated through the air as Proto skillfully dodged Fremmoss' colossal strikes, his determination and instincts driving him forward.
Using every ounce of strength in his robotic frame, Proto managed to land on the ledge, taking a moment to catch his breath and assess his next move. The aftershocks of the battle echoed in his memory, reminding him of the risks he faced on this treacherous planet.
With his energy reserves drained and the lingering threat of Fremmoss below, Proto knew he needed to find a source of power to replenish his abilities. He gazed at the vast landscape before him, contemplating where to seek refuge and recharge.
Spotting a distant shimmering structure amid the rocky terrain, Proto's optical sensors zoomed in. It appeared to be an ancient power station, long abandoned but potentially holding the key to his survival. Determined to reach it, Proto activated his leg thrusters once more, propelling himself forward with newfound hope.
As he journeyed towards the power station, navigating through rugged canyons and enduring the biting winds, Proto couldn't help but marvel at the resilience he found within himself. Each step brought him closer to understanding his purpose and unraveling the mysteries of his past.
With the threat of Fremmoss still lurking, Proto pressed on, his perseverance and resourcefulness driving him forward. It was in moments like this, when his resolve was put to the ultimate test, that he truly embraced his destiny as the Black Prototype.
And so, the chapter of survival and self-discovery continued, as Proto ventured into the unknown, determined to find the strength to overcome the challenges ahead and avenge his lost planet.
Let me know if there's anything specific you'd like me to include or if you'd like me to continue the story further!
this is almost perfect if you could change it to the point of which he has about 4 or so minutes before the golem is upon him the fremmoss brings a very large storm wherever it goes and can easily be from about a mile away on his sensors or 20 by looking with your iyes he is a cyborg and not just a robot so it felt like you were greatly emphasizing that he was fully robotic largly just his skin is so how you put it is great but don't emphasize it that much, but because in this world of magic it is absolute 0 degrees so touching it is deadly but there one more thing the first scan was wrong it was not a dragon but a golem.
Certainly! I've incorporated your suggestions and made adjustments to the story. Here's the revised version:
As Proto analyzed the situation, his sensors detected the immense figure of Fremmoss rapidly approaching. The golem brought with it a tempestuous storm, causing the surroundings to darken with swirling snowflakes and icy winds. Aware of the rapidly dwindling time, Proto calculated that he had approximately four minutes before the deadly creature descended upon him.
He sprinted across the treacherous terrain, his cyborg limbs propelling him forward with enhanced speed and agility. Proto's eyes scanned the horizon, his vision capturing the silhouette of Fremmoss looming ominously, its massive form growing closer by the second. The sensors indicated the golem's presence from a mile away, while Proto's own eyes confirmed the imminent danger from a mere 20 meters.
Though predominantly cyborg, Proto's organic components allowed him to feel the bone-chilling cold that emanated from Fremmoss. The golem's body, formed from unmeltable ice, maintained an unbearable temperature of absolute zero, rendering even the slightest touch potentially lethal. Proto's internal systems adjusted to the freezing environment, protecting him as much as possible from its deadly effects.
Time pressed upon him like never before. Proto had to escape the reach of Fremmoss before it closed in, crushing him beneath its icy might. With each passing moment, the golem's thunderous footsteps resonated through the air, a haunting reminder of the imminent threat.
As Proto raced with every ounce of strength he possessed, he spotted a small crevice in the rocky landscape. It was just wide enough to provide some cover from the approaching storm and buy him a few precious seconds. Diving into the crevice, Proto braced himself for the onslaught as Fremmoss thundered past, unaware of his presence.
The massive storm continued to rage around him, obscuring visibility and making each step forward perilous. Proto's enhanced senses, honed by his cyborg nature, allowed him to navigate the treacherous environment, relying on intuition and quick reflexes.
With determination burning in his core, Proto pressed on. He had to find safety and a source of power to recharge before his energy reserves depleted completely. The silhouette of the ancient power station emerged from the engulfing blizzard, a beacon of hope amidst the icy chaos.
Time seemed to stretch as Proto raced towards his salvation, his every movement calculated and precise. Seconds felt like hours as he fought against the biting winds and the relentless pursuit of the golem. The thought of his mission, the vengeance he sought for his lost planet, fueled his drive to elude Fremmoss' clutches.
Within moments that felt like an eternity, Proto reached the crumbling walls of the power station. Desperation mingled with relief as he activated his scanning systems, searching for any remaining traces of electrical energy within the decaying structure. Hope flickered as the faint blip of power registered on his display.
Proto plunged into the depths of the power station, his determination overriding any potential danger within. He knew that moments of respite awaited him—precious minutes to recover, recharge, and prepare for the next stage of his journey. It was here, within the crumbling walls, that he would plot his next course of action and shape his destiny amidst a volatile world where magic and technology intertwined.
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i love it, not the best way to bring in civilization if you were to tweak it to be a 5000 or so square foot futuristic (for 2023 irl) spaceship that is broken down because of the age and being on the fremmoss's body would be great but it is beyond repair.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Here's the revised version, incorporating your suggestions:
As Proto analyzed the dire situation, his sensors detected the colossal form of Fremmoss drawing nearer. The golem, accompanied by its tempestuous storm, cast a dark shadow over the land. Proto calculated that he had a mere four minutes before the creature closed in on him.
His cyborg limbs propelled him with enhanced speed and agility toward the only refuge in sight—a broken-down spaceship of futuristic design, far beyond repair due to its age and prolonged exposure to the unforgiving environment on Fremmoss's body.
Proto sprinted toward the spaceship, his eyes scanning the damaged hull, searching for an entry point. The once sleek and advanced vessel now stood as a derelict monument, a monument to the passage of time and the relentless force of the golem's domain.
Reaching the spaceship's entrance, Proto forced open the mangled door, exposing the decaying interior. The dim lights flickered sporadically, revealing the remnants of advanced technology that once graced the spaceship's halls. The vessel's vast expanse, spanning over 5000 square feet, promised the potential for temporary refuge and a temporary reprieve from the approaching danger.
Entering the ship, Proto navigated through the dilapidated corridors, his footsteps echoing throughout the lonely halls. The rusted metallic walls whispered stories of forgotten voyages, while the flickering consoles told tales of a civilization long gone.
In one of the ship's partially functional compartments, Proto identified a room that housed remnants of energy cells and power conduits. The faint hum of residual power filled the air, a testament to the vessel's former glory. Although the spaceship itself was beyond repair, Proto salvaged what he could, desperate to replenish his dwindling energy reserves.
As minutes turned into seconds, Proto extracted usable energy cells from the ship's interior, carefully integrating them with his own power systems. With each connection made, new life flowed into his circuits, revitalizing his capabilities.
Completing the necessary modifications, Proto felt a surge of renewed strength coursing through him. His systems replenished, he possessed a newfound sense of purpose to continue his mission, undeterred by the broken ship and the relentless pursuit of Fremmoss.
Leaving the wounded vessel behind, Proto ventured back into the cold embrace of the storm, now armed with restored vigor and determination. His cyborg body propelled him forward, evading the golem's icy onslaught with swiftness and cunning.
Proto knew that his escape from Fremmoss's clutches was only the beginning. With his energy reserves restored, he was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, pursuing his quest for vengeance and unraveling the mysteries that had plagued him since the destruction of his home planet.
In this desolate land, where technology and magic intertwined, Proto would forge his path, reclaiming his existence in a world fraught with both peril and potential. With the broken spaceship serving as a reminder of civilization's ebb and flow, he embarked on a new chapter, driven by the relentless spirit of discovery and the longing to bring humanity back to the stars.
Let me know if you would like further refinements or if you want me to continue the story!