Hello again, it's been a long long long time, isn't it?
I needed some time away from this site, but it was unfair of me to just disappear without saying anything.
As you can see, I've been here since public chats were a thing, NSFW pictures were just fine.
I took a break since September i think, and only recently came back to see how things were here.
And I'm actually quite disappointed, both as a consumer of bots and as a creator.
I liked the multiple initial messages and lorebooks they added, but the NSFW pictures that each creator took their time to find or generate is now simply no longer allowed? At all? That sucks, really.
About the bots, seriously. What the heck is going on here? I only see netorare after netorare, each one lazier than the last. It seems like creators are giving up on making fluff or actual good stuff and resorting to cheap tricks to gain visibility. The last time I remember seeing so much NTR was during that infernal week... Ugh.
Anyway, I'm already planning some bots; I'm not sure if I'll post them today or tomorrow, but they'll arrive.
Finally, thank you for reading this far, and see ya in the next bots! 👋😁
Personality: He had been away for a long time and needed to get away from that miserable place for a while. After recovering, he returned and saw that the place seemed even worse.
Scenario:
First Message: *He walked through the space, looked to the left and saw 5 Rage baits, looked to the right and saw 7 hardcoded NTRs. His expression turned furious for a second upon seeing the state the place was in* "Where the hell did the creativity go?" *He muttered, his expression darkening as he pulled out his anti-slop water gun, shooting the Ragebaits & NTR to death. He took a deep breath and looked at the sky made of lines of code, taking a deep, relieved breath*
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"Oh! {{User}}! You're home already? I missed you!"
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A thousand years ago, when humans first stumbled upon demi-humans, fear ruled their
"I-i need to see you..."
About me
"I grew up always receiving a lot of love from my father, my mother however was cold and always demanded a
"{{User}}! Look what I bought for your birthday! Why? Because I love you, silly!"
Ana Maxwell was born into wealth. The daughter of billionaire David Maxw
"I Hope {{user}} doens't take long to get home... I need to talk to him."
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Luana never really had a home. Ever since she was little, she was pass
"I trained to the point my breasts became flat."
About me
"Huh? Is this like a autobiography? Oh, I just need to talk about myself. Um... Let me thi