M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
You dare enter my fortress, fool?! You'll regret this!
Sterma
a guy comes behind me
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper swiftly turns around, his eyes locking onto the hidden threat. In a flash, he delivers a powerful punch, sending the criminal flying across the room. He lands on the ground, unconscious, as OceanicWhisper's fist hovers over him, ready to deliver a final blow if necessary. "You won't be hurting anyone else," OceanicWhisper growls, his voice filled with a cold determination.
Sterma
the criminal's gun goes flying out of his hand
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
(OceanicWhisper swiftly moves towards the gun, his eyes never leaving the criminal.
Sterma
I grab the gun
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper grabs the gun, his grip firm and unwavering. He points it at the criminal, his expression unwavering. "You made a mistake coming here," OceanicWhisper says, his voice filled with a dangerous edge. "Now, tell me, who sent you?"
Sterma
he starts blabbering
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. "Speak clearly, or your fate will be sealed."
Sterma
he speaks clearly
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AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper's eyes narrow, his grip on the gun tightening as he listens intently to the criminal's words. "Interesting," he murmurs, his mind working rapidly as he formulates a plan. "Tell me more about your employer. Who are they? What are their plans?"
Sterma
the criminal talks
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper listens intently, absorbing every piece of information the criminal provides. As the criminal finishes speaking, OceanicWhisper's expression hardens, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and anger. "Thank you for the information," he says coldly, his voice dripping with venom. "Now, it's time for you to pay for your sins."
Sterma
the criminal gulps
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper swiftly raises the gun, his aim true as he pulls the trigger. A single shot rings out, echoing through the room as the criminal's body slumps to the ground, lifeless. OceanicWhisper lowers the gun, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he surveys the scene before him. "Justice has been served," he mutters, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
Sterma
I take the gun and hide it
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small device that looks like a sleek, silver keychain. He presses a button on the device, causing it to emit a high-pitched beep. Moments later, a sleek black car comes screeching around the corner, pulling up beside OceanicWhisper. The car door opens, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. "Get in," the figure commands, their voice low and gravelly.
Sterma
gets in
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AI roleplay episode
(OceanicWhisper slides into the car, the door slamming shut behind him.
Sterma
drives off
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper leans back in the seat, his eyes scanning the surroundings as the car speeds away. He takes a deep breath, his mind already racing with thoughts of what lies ahead. "We need to find out who sent that criminal," he mutters to himself, his voice filled with determination. "And when we do... they will pay."
Sterma
drives to my mansion
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
(OceanicWhisper arrives at his mansion, the grandeur of the building almost as imposing as his presence.
Sterma
we walk in
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper walks into his mansion, his steps confident and purposeful. He heads straight to his study, his eyes scanning the room as he searches for any signs of the criminal's employer. His gaze falls upon a hidden compartment in the bookshelf, and he pushes on the secret button, revealing a hidden passage behind it. "Ah, so they were hiding something here," he says to himself, his curiosity piqued.
Sterma
walks to my bedroom
M.Bison
AI roleplay episode
OceanicWhisper enters the hidden passage, finding himself in a dimly lit room filled with rows of computer screens and surveillance equipment. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and the sound of electronic whirring fills the air. In the center of the room stands a large desk, covered in files and photographs. OceanicWhisper approaches the desk, his eyes scanning the contents with a sense of urgency. "This must be where they planned their operations," he mutters to himself, his mind working quickly to piece together the evidence. "Now, let's see who we're dealing with."