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Let me preface this story by saying that I could very well include you, dear Emera Town resident, in this story. As it is AI generated, I have no idea where it will go, but new characters can be introduced as we go along -- so if you think this is as funny as I do, feel free to palpad me asking to be a part of this interesting journey.

I will not be providing links to this AI as I am unsure if it can write possibly inappropriate content, which I don't want to expose any minors to -- this story will be carefully monitored by myself for any such possible content before it is posted, so we won't have any issue on that front!

As for the story itself, the intended setting would be Emera Town itself, so I will be feeding some information to the AI (of course) related to the different people and locations it can write about, but as for content itself, it will be completely up to the bot to write the plot!

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As much as this has been hilarious, it hasn't been working as well as I thought. I might stop just because of that, but if any of you would like your own AI written short stories, you can still palpad me XD

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Title: First attempt at running the AI

EMERA TOWN HAD MANY INTERESTING RESIDENTS, HUMAN AND POKEMON ALIKE.

The area around the city lay dark, filled with stone structures. Small waves crashed onto the city from time to time. Many different pokemon came and went in the area of the land. Butterflies, ugly gargoyles, mole rats and even large bats had the ability to track and control other pokmon. Dragons, DRAGosaurs, Snorlax, even giants came and went in the area of the land. Many mystical beings came into the area at night to pray and meditation. The streets were lined with shops, a garbage dump and a hotel for refugees. Some people were seen using the shops as spiritual places, to gain faith, to prepare for a possible trip into the unknown.

The citizens of the town were poor, with jobs and government jobs at least. They were seen moving about on the streets. Some were seen in government jobs, but many were seen working in the villages. Many are seen working in construction jobs. Loud noises could be heard from the place, as if earthquakes, lightning, and thunder were hitting the ground. The mayor had a big tv on his shoulders. Some people were seen praying on the tv.

Pokemon were seen training with the trainers and performing tasks in the villages. It was also known as the ’real world’. Fire and flying dragons, and Water and Grass-types, had the ability to shoot their needles that could turn to golf balls.

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Title: The Bot Wildly Goes Offscript and Writes a Short Story

Bustling Emera Town
A Short Story
by John Doe
Iridescent Paradox had always loved bustling Emera Town with its fantastic, fat Fountain. It was a place where she felt surprised.

She was an admirable, delightful, ice drinker with spiky fingers and feathery eyes. Her friends saw her as an attractive, afraid author. Once, she had even saved an uncooked rockruff that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.

Iridescent walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. The drizzle rained like jogging weedle.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Furfrou . Furfrou was a proud dog with charming fingers and hairy eyes.

Iridescent gulped. She was not prepared for Furfrou.

As Iridescent stepped outside and Furfrou came closer, she could see the hushed glint in his eye.

Furfrou gazed with the affection of 2812 forgetful raspy rowlet. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."

Iridescent looked back, even more fuzzy and still fingering the solid nuggets. "Furfrou, I don't have the money," she replied.

They looked at each other with active feelings, like two zealous, zesty zorua cooking at a very incredible festival, which had flute music playing in the background and two grateful uncles thinking to the beat.

Iridescent regarded Furfrou's charming fingers and hairy eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Iridescent with a delighted grin.

Furfrou looked fuzzy, his emotions blushing like an unsteady, ugliest ultra saddle.

Then Furfrou came inside for a nice drink of ice.

THE END

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