This is a poem of mine that I wrote in 2005 and first published in 2010 on Allpoetry. I decided to use AI to generate narration in many different voices.

https://allpoetry.com/PrimalAnimist https://www.aivoicegenerator.org/

I was just testing to see if it could be fun. Yes, I think so. In fact, I find that ChatGPT is a Dungeon Master's dream toolbox for homebrew stuff.

People who see me
See themselves
or they ~~don't~~ 👀
(see at all)

Vision is interpretation

tainted by
Understanding
(or lack thereof)

I am whatever I want
to be
Yet, I am whatever you

WANT

to
believe
( too )

Defined

Refined

Mefined

(ok I made that one up)

So many many

many

Feel lost or think they are

I S O L A T E D

• from the world around them
• from the people
• from family
• from friends

visions of themselves💭
⤵️​​​​​LOWERED

Ⓐ Too angry to be apathetic. 😡
Ⓑ Too apathetic to be angry. 😑

(anymore)

Yet 🇼 we 🇭 go 🇾 on ❓
---
Online Personas
You are what you type
From your head to your hype

If I don't want to be me 🤨
I can delete my character?
🐺
account?
💻
page?
📃

DEFINED

REFINED ME FINE. 🧐 (am I?)

Look at me and SEE.

(What do you see? I sorta need to know.)

Isn't that really what it's about?
✔️Trying on new clothes?
✔️Change my hair color.
✔️Change the channel.
⁉️Break a mirror

(or SE ❼ EN)

FIND something that resembles me.
(not what I see, what I know)

What do I know ? Where do I look to find
🇲
🇪
❔

How do I know what I find isn't
a cheap 🪙 knockoff brand
sold on the corner of
Fifth and Main? 🏪

You are what you consume
From your ~~death~~ 💀 to the womb 👶
(is that dyslexic?)

DEFINED

(Hi-Def no doubt, 8K ME)
There I am ㅡㅡㅡ≽ ꆜ
That collection of receipts.

My life.

(Sorry sir, we have a 30 day return policy.)

😖goddammit.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I'm an old-school D&D gamer (started with the Red box, got the expert box after that, then the 1st Edition hardcover books. Been at it ever since (along with other RPGs). I still have some books in hardback with 5th edition, but the majority are digital, purchased through D&D Beyond.

I would absolutely LOVE running some classic 1st edition modules, but I feel like that's a shot in the dark. I'd love to join a game, my hours are flexible (US East). I also have my own game world that I built based on my affinity for Viking and post-apocalyptic genres, but it's a bit brutal with a lot of custom rules (like armor and weapon degradation).

I'll stay out of the arguments about WotC's recent mistakes, I just love the game, and the shared stories we make together.