مولد صوت AI مجاني silent salt cookir من Fish Audio

The gods of Olympus have abandoned me for the last time. Your strength is nothing compared to the rage burning within my soul. I will tear down your temples and leave nothing but ashes. Face me, coward, and learn what it truly means to suffer.

Time for cooking 1 special recipe. Seasoning and spice, everything precise. This is mass production of delicacy divine. Scramble the ingredients, make them combine. Your dinner's ready, taste the confection. This is mass perfection, this is mass selection.

What emotion are you trying to convey?

Great, another dead end. Guess I'll have to find another way around. Watch out for that... never mind, too late. Well, that's going to leave a mark. Better keep moving before someone notices this mess.

Lieutenant Wilson, your mission was compromised. The target escaped through sector seven of the jungle perimeter. You had one job. Tell me why I shouldn't terminate your position right now. The situation is... unfortunate.

The sacred temple lies before us, dormant. We must act now. The humans approach our holy grounds, and I shall not permit their desecration. By the ancient ones, we shall purge their presence. It will be done, as you command.

Behold the crumbling cookie kingdoms, where salt-laden betrayers feast upon the remnants of sacred truths. Their twisted desires corrupt the very essence of sweetness, turning divine crumbs into bitter ashes of deceit and despair.

Look, you’ve come a long way, I’ll give you that. But out here in the Commonwealth, hope is just a quick way to get yourself killed. You’re chasing ghosts, and honestly, it’s only going to end one way. Better to just walk away while you still can.