There’s an awesome app that takes any two words and writes an actually pretty good opening based on them.
Let’s feed it some input and extend one of its openings together!
During the last stream, we wrote the continuation of an AI-generated story opening.
Watch the full stream here if you’d like.
You can check out the app here if you’d like.
We put in a bunch of word combinations into the app, then chat voted on their favorite for us to write more of.
The winning combo was this:
Isekai (being sent to another world) and American Cheese
Here’s what the AI and us wrote together: (AI’s part in bold)
When I was a child, I never thought much about food. I just ate what my mom could provide and that was that. But as I got older, I started to learn more about the world and how it worked. And I realized that food was important. So I started to think about what I was going to eat and what I was going to give to others.
And I decided that I was going to eat American cheese.
Back then, I didn’t understand that we were poor. That there was such a thing as “rich” and “poor” in society in the first place. And, most importantly, that there was a difference in the food that they ate.
Dinners from Mom were always a plate of something cheap: beans, pasta, rice, corn, applesauce, anything that came in a box with a sale sticker on it. But she had a superpower. The ability to make any boring dish delicious: by slapping a slice of melted American cheese on it.
Plain pasta was suddenly a gooey trip to Italy in my mouth. Black beans turned into sticky Mexican tacos. Applesauce transformed into a warm, cheesy apple pie. Gooey, cheesy rice became an open-face burrito, just like the rich kids got from Chipotle. All of it, on my plate, at home, sitting across from Mom smiling at me.
My taste buds traveled the world thanks to Mom and American cheese. So after she died, I knew I had to make it my mission to spread her magic to all the other poor children of the world.
With my brand new company, Dairy-Air! To make cheese as fresh and plentiful as air, that was our mission. I stood outside the building, a proud smile on my face, hands eager to get working at my hips…
…and a dairy truck slammed into me from behind.
When I came to, all around me was a white void with a slight hint of potent pepperjack in the air. I rattled my head, tried to gain my bearings, and stood up, slowly turning around as my shoes made the sound of squeaky cheese curds.
That’s when I came face to face with a goddess. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. How could she not be? From her string cheese hair to her mozzarella-ball toes, she was made of one-hundred percent cheese.
Her milky skin was soft as farm-fresh feta. Her bleu-marbled dress melted and flowed, delicious molten strands of gleaming gouda gown ribboning from her body. Wafts of moist gorgonzola emanated from her every pore and—
“Okay,” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “That’s enough of that, thank you very much.”
“You can read my thoughts?” I asked her, just as shocked by that revelation as I was by her unfermented freshness.
“Unfortunately yes,” she grumbled, rolling her brie-wheel eyes at me. “As goddess of your galaxy, The Milky Way, I appreciate your devotion to my divine gift of cheese that I bestowed upon you mortals, but even then, there are limits to worship.”
I knew it! All this time. The clues were right in front of us. So obvious! Milk was the true juice of the gods, that gave nourishment to new life, to all creation. And cheese, its final form, perfection distilled down into—
“Okay!” the goddess interrupted me again. “Let’s get this over with quick. As a devotee to The Divine Cheese during your past existence, you have earned a reincarnation into another world under my Milky jurisdiction. Usually this is where I ask what world you would like to go to, but… I think I already know one that’d be right up your alley.”
“Really?” I asked, imagining the possibilities. A world where people loved cheese and treated it with respect. A world where cheese grew on trees. A world where the moon was actually made of cheese?
“A world known as Cheesetopia… composed entirely of cheese.”
My havarti heart stopped. My muenster mind couldn’t even conceive of such glory. My—
“Oh wait a minute here,” the goddess said, looking through a hole-y book made of thinly-sliced swiss cheese. “It says here that you devoted your life to… American cheese.”
“Is that a problem?” I asked, my cheesy thoughts suddenly sprouting mold.
“Heretic!” the goddess screamed, slamming her book shut with a moist flap and pointing at me with a sharp cheddar finger. “That is the one forbidden cheese! Overly processed and tasting of old ziploc bags. It is the one cheese not of your galaxy’s goddess, but of your galaxy’s devil.”
I didn’t know what to say. My world was congealing around me. What had been going down smooth as a glass of cold milk was suddenly thick and chunky.
A goat cheese grin spread across the goddess’s creamy face. “Alas, your goddess is not without mercy. I shall still bestow upon you your reincarnation into Cheestopia.”
My heart rose like cheesebread in the heat of the oven.
“However, as repentance for your sins, you shall be cursed with… lactose intolerance.”
My screams of horror were drowned out by bursts of Lindberger light all around me and a sudden raging blizzard of grated parmesan. The goddess’s camembert cackles were the last thing I heard as I disappeared away.
“Kiss my asiago ass, heretic,” she laughed.
And that was when I felt my first gastrointestinal bloating pains start setting in.
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