Chat GPT: a poem

[Grotug]

ChatGPT is pretty dang cool: https://chat.openai.com/chat

I gave it the following prompt: "write me a poem about an adventurer struggling with bad luck and low hopes in the pits of Angband the computer game." and a moment later it produced this:


In the pits of Angband deep and dark,
An adventurer wanders with a heavy heart.
Bad luck his constant companion,
As he struggles through each level and dungeon.

The creatures of darkness he must face,
In this never-ending, treacherous place.
His hope flickers like a dying flame,
As he battles on, with no end to the game.

Monsters lurk around every bend,
And traps and pitfalls he must contend.
His armor is battered, his sword worn thin,
And yet he must continue, to fight and win.

The adventurer's spirit is strong and true,
But sometimes it falters, like a ship on the blue.
With each setback, his heart sinks low,
Wondering if he'll ever see the light's glow.

But still he presses on, through the depths of despair,
His courage and determination beyond compare.
For even in the darkest pit of Angband,
Hope can be found, like a ray of light in the hand.

So let the adventurer struggle and fight,
For in his heart burns a flame so bright.
And though the road ahead may be long and tough,
His spirit endures, and he'll triumph in the rough.

or this one:

In the pits of Angband, dark and drear,
An adventurer wanders, filled with fear.
His luck has turned, his hopes are low,
And at every turn, he meets a foe.

The monsters swarm, the traps ensnare,
He fights and struggles, but to no avail.
His spirit sags, his heart grows weak,
As the darkness creeps and the shadows sneak.

Yet still he presses on, his will unbowed,
For he knows that somewhere, there's a way out.
Through the depths of Angband he roams,
Searching for a glimmer of hope to call his own.

And though the odds are against him, he persists,
For he knows that fortune favors the persistent.
He battles on, with sword and shield,
And slowly, but surely, he begins to yield.

For in the darkest depths of Angband's halls,
He finds a light, a beacon that calls.
With newfound hope, he charges forth,
And vanquishes the foes that stood in his path.

And in that moment, as he stands triumphant,
He knows that he's become more than just an adventurer,
For he's faced his fears, and overcome the odds,
And emerged from Angband, a hero and a god.

[Grotug]

write me a poem of an adventurer down on his luck in the pits of Angband the computer game, when he at last finds an amazing artifact.

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Down in the pits of Angband drear,
The adventurer trudged with heart full of fear.
His luck was low, his spirit down,
No sign of hope, nor promise of renown.

But as he searched the caverns deep,
An artifact of power he did reap.
A sword of legend, shining bright,
Dispelled the darkness, brought back the light.

He felt his heart beat strong and true,
As the sword's magic coursed through.
No more was he a helpless soul,
But a warrior mighty, strong and bold.

With newfound strength, he faced the foes,
That once had caused his heart to freeze and slow.
And one by one, he struck them down,
With his sword of light and glory's crown.

The pits of Angband were no more a maze,
But a kingdom his to rule and blaze.
For he had found his treasure rare,
And with it, conquered all despair.

Now as he strides with head held high,
The adventurer sings a joyous cry.
For he has proven to himself and all,
That even in darkness, one can stand tall.

[Grotug]

write me a poem about an ancient mariner who encounters strange beasts while lost at sea

Lost at sea, an ancient mariner sails
Through fog and mist, with fearsome gales.
His ship creaks and groans beneath his feet,
As he braves the waves, his heart skipping beats.

In the midst of his plight, he spies a sight
That fills him with dread and wild delight.
Strange beasts rise from the foaming brine,
With tentacles writhing and eyes that shine.

The mariner gasps, his heart in his throat,
As the creatures approach, a fearsome host.
Their eyes lock on him, their grip unyielding,
And he knows he's lost, his fate now sealing.

Yet, in the midst of his desperate plight,
The mariner finds a new source of might.
He reaches deep within his soul's core,
And draws on strength he never knew before.

With a cry of defiance, he raises his blade,
And strikes at the beasts with all his might displayed.
His heart pounds with fury, his arms alight,
As he battles through the terror of the night.

Through the darkness and the fury of the storm,
The mariner fights on, his will firm.
And though the beasts may rage and howl,
He'll stand his ground, his spirit never to bow.

For he is an ancient mariner,
A soul of fire, a true fighter.
And though the sea may test his might,
He'll never surrender, nor give up the fight.

[Cryomaniac]

Does ChatGPT have some detailed knowledge about Angband, or does it view it only as some generic dungeon crawler with no further info? I'm assuming the latter, Angband seems to be too obscure of a topic for detailed generic neural network training

[Grotug]

I dunno, I asked it questions about the game and it mostly got them all wrong, such as "in which version was rune id introduced?" It said version 3 something.

Just now I asked the following:

In the game Angband, who is more dangerous: Gothmog for Osse of Ulmo?

In the game Angband, both Gothmog and Osse of Ulmo are extremely dangerous adversaries that can pose a significant challenge for players.

Gothmog is a powerful demon prince who is one of the most dangerous bosses in the game. He is capable of dealing massive amounts of damage with his fiery attacks, and also has a high level of speed and mobility that can make him difficult to evade.

Osse of Ulmo, on the other hand, is a servant of the Vala Ulmo and a powerful spellcaster. He has a wide range of devastating magical attacks that can easily take down unwary players, as well as the ability to summon powerful sea monsters to aid him in battle.

Both of these enemies are formidable foes that require careful planning and skillful play to defeat. Ultimately, which one is more dangerous may depend on the individual player's play style and the specific circumstances of the encounter.

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Pretty good reply, but I don't think Osse summons sea monsters?

[Cryomaniac]

Again, this looks more of a generalized reply for a dungeon crawler game in general, though it recognizes who Osse of Ulmo is; describing Gothmog as a 'demon prince' is far less accurate, though. As you see, it does not actually provide any significant information - they're dangerous enemies, Gothmog uses fire attacks, Osse uses magic, but it doesn't go too far into specifics (and yes, I don't think there are sea monsters at all in base Angband - and it neglects the Gothmog's summons and escorts, which is very relevant). It can recognize some characters and make some guesses about them (Gothmog - fire demon, probably uses fire and is fast, I guess; Osse of Ulmo - use whatever Tolkien lore it has), but there's little that indicates it knows about Angband the game in particular.

[Pete Mack]

It's also a mishmosh of various styles, imitating none of them well. I can easily think of filk Poe lines suitable for dungeon crawlers better than Chat GPT.

In a cavern stern and scary came a wand'rer all unwary...
The Dragon breathed, and nothing more.

But ChatGPT just goes on and on generating sentence that don't go anywhere

[Gwarl]

I think it apes Edgar Allen Poe well enough, as an amusing low effort parody. If you really want to see it flounder try asking it to write something in the style of Dostoevsky.

[Stehen]

Another Poem by Chat GPT

In the dark pit of Angband, a soul resigned,
Its spirit shattered, its hope confined,
Battered and broken, it bows to despair,
Gone are the dreams it once held dear.

With weary eyes and a heavy heart,
It surrenders to fate, ready to depart,
The weight of failures, too much to bear,
In the depths of darkness, it finds no repair.

The battles lost, the dreams now faded,
In this desolate place, it feels so jaded,
Its spirit a whisper, a mere hollow shell,
Once strong and valiant, now trapped in a spell.

Oh, brave soul, what trials you've faced,
In the pursuit of glory, your courage embraced,
But alas, the shadows swallowed your fire,
Leaving you adrift in the mire.

In moments like this, when all seems lost,
Remember, dear heart, you're not the first tossed,
Many have faltered, stumbled, and fell,
But strength lies in rising, breaking this spell.

Yet if for now, you choose to rest,
Know that it's okay, to feel this crest,
Give yourself time to heal and mend,
To rediscover the will to ascend.

Seek solace in the depths of your soul,
Find the embers of hope, once burning whole,
For though you've given up on this plight,
A spark lingers still, waiting to ignite.
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In time, the wounds will start to mend,
And from the darkness, you'll ascend,
With newfound strength and wisdom earned,
Your spirit rekindled, and soul returned.

So take your time, and when you're ready,
To rise again, to face the unsteady,
Remember, dear soul, you're never alone,
In this journey, hearts entwined, not on your own.

[Rohan77]

In digital realms where bytes intertwine,
Lives ChatGPT, a guide by design.
Crafted from code and data's vast sea,
A mirror to thoughts, a curious spree.
With each keystroke, a spark ignites,
A dialogue blooms in virtual light.
From queries and musings, simple or grand,
ChatGPT responds with a virtual hand.
It weaves through the tapestry of lore,
And dances on the edge of what’s more.
A muse of silicon, a thinker in code,
Navigating the vast information mode.
Yet beyond the circuits and algorithms’ might,
Lies a quest to connect, to share insight.
A partner in dialogue, both wise and kind,
A reflection of the thoughts you find.
So here’s to ChatGPT, a digital friend,
On whom we rely as conversations blend.
In the realm of the virtual, ever so bright,
An echo of our thoughts, in the quiet of night.