hi, its toxiq. and I got something to tell you today.
i don't want to write a crazy ass wall of text, really, so i'll just come straight to the point. some guy in the comments, i didn't save the screenshot unfortunately, guessed that this page was an experiment, and he/she/they were right.
this experiment was more for myself than for somebody else. i wanted to prove the point that ntr tropes are the easiest to make and the most effortless way to get followers, likes, and chats. and yeah, my point proved itself with flying colors, as you can see.
those who said my bots are "good" or that you liked them, i'm happy to announce that you were praising complete ntr-slop written solely by glm. everything from the bot name and personality section, to the intros, prompts, and pictures. complete slop. not a single drop of sweat went into these bots.
wall of shame, creators who said my bots are "good"
well, last comment is not very surprising, lmfao, ifykyk.
in the end, i wanted to say one thing. the truth of the whole ntr shit on janitor is simple. if you make ntr, there are only 2 reasons:
you're a legit cuck.
you're a hopeless clout-chaser who would do anything to make numbers on this platform, which won't give you much profit, by the way, so this is just embarrassing and pointless.
this experiment was meant to end earlier, btw, but i got lazy and didn't post bots here. i'm glad this account didn't do any better because it is genuinely crazy that one bot did 150k+ and the other did 100k+.
what is the future of this account? obviously, i won't post shit here from now on. you can unfollow or whatever. i probably won't nuke it, i'll just let it sit there.
that's it, goodbye. toxiq out.
Personality: NTR
Scenario:
First Message: *Your wife is getting fucked by some random guy while you watch.*
Example Dialogs:
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I know how it looks. But in my DEFENSE...
[ The Story ]
Two years. You and Ravena SolΓs. A houseboat in a Texas marina. String lights, midni
Please don't stop. I needβplease use me
[ The Story ]
Eight months ago, your wife walked into The Vortex to expose it.
Now she's its star att
Some people spend their whole lives searching for home. She found hers in you.
[ The Story ]
A spilled cup of tea. A ruined sketchbook. A stranger who off
I'll do anything. I'll be anything. Just... don't disappear on me.
[ The Setup ]
The Ironworks was supposed to be a fresh start. A converted wareho
But it's necessary. For the company. For us.
[ The Story ]
Six years of marriage. A