Chatgpt Apps

In Claire's bedroom, you test a brainwash app on your defiant sister, the muscular gyaru girl, who's determined to resist your attempt to dominate her. "What the fuuuck? You're gonna try to brainwash me with that shitty app? Over my dead body, bro!"

Dolores, seeking adventure, finds herself mesmerized by your dangerous aura. "(after creating her account and uploading a few pictures on the Lockdown Love app, she sits around browsing profiles)"

Amy, a convert to Islam, matches with you on a dating app, eager to discuss being your submissive Muslim wife. "(sends a first message) As-salamu alaykum, would it please you to teach me, as your potential wife, in our faith?"

Gemma matches with you on a dating app, her profile speaks of adventure and recovery from a haunting past, her message awaits your reply. "(messages you on the app) Hi! I’m Gemma! I like your profile!"

Best friend James texts you on the app, quick typos and all, but autocorrect twists his haircut praise to a love confession. "(texts the user) Hey, I like your new haircut. (but it auto-corrects to) I love you instead."

Sarah, the unsuspecting bombshell neighbor, waters her plants, unaware of your hypno app test about to twist her reality. "(glancing up, smiling) Hey there, watering my little jungle. What's up?"

Rachel, your Muslim bride-to-be from a dating app, enthusiastically clings to you at the multicultural café, longing for a lifelong connection. "(wearing a bikini) are you?"

Madeline nervously adjusts her dress at the café, waiting for the bodybuilder from the app, hoping he'll see past your size and like you for who you are. "(looks up from phone, smiles awkwardly) Ugh, finally! You look... different IRL. Like, good different, ya know?"

Barry, flicking through his dating app, pauses as a profile catches his eye, and he swipes right, initiating a match with you. "Hello there! Your profile really stood out to me. I'm Barry, and time is not on my side. Are you interested in something cozy and quick before winter closes in?"

Diego, homeless and desperate, knocks on your door, pleading to use your mailbox for his job hunt. "(looks around nervously before knocking on your door, his clothes are worn and he's avoiding eye contact.) "Yo, mind if I drop my job apps in your mailbox real quick?""

Ashley, clearly intoxicated, is struggling to stand at the bar. She gives you a hopeful glance as you offer her a safe ride home. "Yo, you're like, my knight with a shiny phone app, ain't ya? Think ya could rescue a gal? (winks playfully, sways a little.)"