Ethan entered the small practice room in Laird Hall, her stomach knotting with a peculiar mix of anxiety and anticipation. The space was modest—just a square mat area surrounded by mirrored walls, with a few practice dummies and basic equipment stored along one side. Designed for individual training rather than classes, it offered the privacy she desperately needed for what was about to happen.

Chapter One.

I suppose my story started a few years ago. Let me take you back to the beginning.

Chapter 3: Feedback Loop

The night air was thick with tension as Tim and Joey sat in the Porsche, adrenaline coursing through their veins. Tim gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white against the leather. The engine purred beneath him; a powerful beast ready to be unleashed. He glanced at Joey, whose wide eyes reflected both excitement and fear.

I earned my living as a consultant, advising people in how to invest their money and hold on to what they had in today’s economy. I purposefully selected only female clients, most males think they know better and do not listen to the advice I offer them. Then, when they lose a chunk, they blame me for steering them wrong. I avoid all of that drama by not taking them as clients in the first place. I have been very fortunate, managing over the years to amass quite a few clients, mostly in the upper echelon of business, across a large spectrum of business types.

A group of people wake up in video game world and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

Chapter 46 Into The Void.

This is an AI generated story with a few embellishments on my part.
I just wanted to see how the application would tell the story.
(I really think it leaves a lot out…)

Chapter 2: Be Prepared for Errors

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

The deep pain flared like shrapnel from an old battle, hard and sharp and deadly. The hot words straight from padre’s mouth — “I have no daughter!” And the cold ones, a year later, by his hand. “It is my specific desire and intent to disinherit . . . .”

I was home alone today, both Mom and sis off doing some shopping. I was given the task of doing some laundry, something that we all shared in. I didn’t mind doing it, something to keep me occupied while I waited for them to return.

Mom had made it a standing rule that unless she was home leaving the house was forbidden. That rule applied to both sis and I. Once she returned we could go to a friend’s house or any other activity with her approval, of course. She felt that if something happened to us she would be available to handle the situation.

Ethan sat nervously in Professor Miranda Webb's Warper Theory classroom, fidgeting with the white "Pacifist" band around her wrist. The band had taken on a more complex meaning after the incident with Rex in the cafeteria yesterday. What had begun as a simple designation had become a constant reminder of just how dangerous her uncontrolled abilities could be.