This is an experiment in AI -- I gave chatgpt a plot synapsis and a few basic pointers and let it run with it. It isn't the story I would have created but it is surprisingly close on a few key points. The original had some flaws, I went back and forth with AI,...
Cities. And roadz!
We decided to not spend the money on flights and hotels and take the week of July 4th off, but travel around Colorado. Hit some stuff we wanted to do but that could get us back home each night. Good times were had, okay food was eaten, and I have some good pictures...
Begun they have, The Beer Wars.
Your move.
Votin’.
Travel was done, things were viewed.
What madness is this?
The epistolary tale continues.
Money is not enough to guarantee peace forever, and rumblings are beginning. A wedding may be required to end some of the rumblings, at least for a generation or two. We can give Thomas the chance to start his reign in a strong position. But, one wedding may not be enough, and Crocus is not a title to attract an appropriate bride for Ian, when that time comes.
Poetry sucks. Well, mine does. And here is proof. Although, to be fair to me, I did this in about 15 minutes using refrigerator magnets from my rental house. I like the title.
The author discusses a year of playing chess on line. Feel free to move along to the next post.
So how does this parable apply to our world?
Where robc calculates how much your life is worth, or isnt.
This is part 3, of at least 6, articles on the Beer Wars.
As should be obvious, distribution is the place to make money in the beer world.
Thoughts?