This is how AI 40K lore should be done, an original script, a well written script, and an AI voice with that as normal human-like speaking cadence. I remember in the older videos, the cadence was unnatural, but the channels creator put in the work, and it is far more satisfying to listen to. Great work 👏
I agree completely. This has easily become my favourite 40K lore channel. Great script and artwork, with a well chosen AI voice. It's actually a voice from the old Myth The Fallen Lords and Myth II Soulblighter games.
Is he really AI bc I hear the subtle inhales exhales with normal speak only noticed bc I saw this comment like a manual breathing thing bc AI lack that subtle bit to speak that make it sound off or that jus outta pitch like something’s missing
You're the only A.I. channel I have respect for. The script is actually immaculate, and you pay attention to making the pronounciation correct instead of shitting out stolen garbage. Thank you for your work
@@ATF- I'm not sure what you have problem understanding? The fact that the channel uses AI voice or the fact that there's a lot of AI slop channels popping up constantly?
You should read or listen to The Last Heretic. It's mostly from the point of view of a really chill Word Bearer, who becomes possessed. Argel Tal. He has a bromance with Khârn, and has a friendship with a human girl. You get to see his legion become corrupted over time after they go to the eye of terror.
Others have already said it, but I agree. This is the only AI channel I actually like. I normally have a very strong dislike for AI stuff but you have done such a good job with this channel. When I first found this channel it actually took me a while to figure out if it even was AI, for the longest time, I actually thought it wasn't. This is AI used right and with proper effort, and not just abused by someone lazy to crank out low quality content. You and Luetin09 are my go to channels for learning more about 40K. Amazing work my friend ❤
Thank you very much. I know the use of AI is an incredibly contentious topic, but that's very kind of you to say. I do generally agree with the anti-AI sentiment, since I think it fosters quite low-quality, and mass produced content, but I think that in cases where its appropriately used (with the voice actors consent [as is the case with mine], and with care), then it can provide some fairly good results. But in any case, I do appreciate your comment, thank you again
Glad you enjoyed, and thank you! Artist for that piece is Atomhawk, and it was originally used for the Votann reveal video a couple years ago I believe.
@@Scholarslorejust a great video again. Up u get stronger each upload. I really look forward to you releasing a video. Our of all the content released you have made it into my to the top 3 Baldermort, Sandman of terra, and you 👍
There's the hilarious image of some demon going "I AM NARGTHRUK THE ABOMINATION, YOU CANNOT CHAIN ME PUNY MORTAL, I WILL REND YOUR FLESH, CHEW YOUR BONES, BREAK YOUR SO- **bonk** "Shut up and get in the robot shinji"
It's odd to me that even if the topic is unpleasant, like describing mutations in this case, I always find this channel's videos to be relaxing. Perhaps the background music is a contributing factor. Either way, I find this channel enjoyable.
Thanks scholar for this most unholy sermon What would be the real life equivalent of this video? A wikihow article on how to start breaking the geneva convention
Praise the Omnissiah! May blessings of fragrant machine oil and screws and rivets of the purest adamantium rain down upon our most beloved Scholar for bringing the holy binary of the Machine God's/Emperor's mystery and truth to all ignorant meat bags. May his divine voice never be overcompressed, and the algorithm light his path.
Praise be in the name of the machine, but I forgot to dub this one into binary, so I think I still have some work to do before I can receive some blessings
I'm truly sorry if somehow it looks like I've been spamming a reply - each time it said posted, nothing would appear so I'd try again. Then when I look in my all time posts - there's a whole bunch of them. I've deleted them and had one last try...so sorry :/ [EDIT] So it does seem as though the ruinous powers are preventing the blessed language of Binaric High Gothic from being posted in replies - HERESY! Call the Inquisitors!
Yes, basically Vandred kinda “loose” to maintain a sort form of control or a partnership with the Demon, and the demon just took over and fought against his will. Accepting to be possessed by a Demon, is always a struggle and you must be very devoted, strong willed and with a deep bond with the Demon living within your soul. If any of those things lacks….well, the Demon will cast you out of the game, and simply control your body.
Maybe the lore all came to me in a fever dream, and I can't quite tell if its the present, or the future 👀 (no but I just enjoy the 40k tag line of "in the grim darkness of the far future", so I always like to include something along those lines)
This comes to mind Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . . I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons-the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown. And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences-of electricity and psychology-and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky. I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city-the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; that what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and that in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which shewed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not. It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; whirling, churning; struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads. And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, mumbled a trembling protest about “imposture” and “static electricity”, Nyarlathotep drave us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We sware to one another that the city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces we made. I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to shew where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable. Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods-the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
If the imperium has limited the space marine chapters to 1000 each. Why don't the chaos space marines just ignore the limit and swell in numbers like they did pre horus?
“Be warned, for if you gaze too long into the Immaterium, you might become trapped among the ranks of the possessed.” You’re one to talk! You went from researching a chapter of Astartes that practiced possession to researching the myriad ways that possession works, as well as the process from beginning to bloody end! 😉🙃
If you are weak, Khorne will grant you strength! If you are ignorant, Tzeentch shall enlighten you! If you are in pain, Nurgle will take it away! If can't find a kink, Slaanesh will tell you of another!
What do you guys mean when you say Ai Video? I mean sure the voice is AI but the text is written by a human and the pictures are put together by a human and the video is cut and all by a human or not?
This is how AI 40K lore should be done, an original script, a well written script, and an AI voice with that as normal human-like speaking cadence. I remember in the older videos, the cadence was unnatural, but the channels creator put in the work, and it is far more satisfying to listen to. Great work 👏
100 percent
I agree completely. This has easily become my favourite 40K lore channel. Great script and artwork, with a well chosen AI voice. It's actually a voice from the old Myth The Fallen Lords and Myth II Soulblighter games.
Same .....It's a great channel
Scrip and cadence are nailed
Is he really AI bc I hear the subtle inhales exhales with normal speak only noticed bc I saw this comment like a manual breathing thing bc AI lack that subtle bit to speak that make it sound off or that jus outta pitch like something’s missing
this is the only good AI channel
Fuck yea
Thank you 🙏
its also one of the few without an incredibly annoying vioce
True
The one mind syndicate 2
You're the only A.I. channel I have respect for. The script is actually immaculate, and you pay attention to making the pronounciation correct instead of shitting out stolen garbage. Thank you for your work
What are you talking about
@@ATF- I'm not sure what you have problem understanding? The fact that the channel uses AI voice or the fact that there's a lot of AI slop channels popping up constantly?
Just listened through the Talons of Horus book and there's a group of possessed in it that made me more interested and boom you drop a vid.
Ayy good timing!
You should read or listen to The Last Heretic. It's mostly from the point of view of a really chill Word Bearer, who becomes possessed. Argel Tal. He has a bromance with Khârn, and has a friendship with a human girl. You get to see his legion become corrupted over time after they go to the eye of terror.
I'll try not to fall to the lure of Choas, as i drift to sleep. The Emperor protects my dearest friends
The Emperor protects!
Thats what you all tell yourselves ;3
Chaos is always prowling about though, gotta be on your guard!
Bloviated is a cool word 3:28
I can't ignore the fact that my scripts are bloviated to hell and back
Love the little wink to dawn of war... its a good pain.
I gotta say, the imagery during this video was amazing.
I REALLY enjoyed this😊
Glad to hear it! and thank you!
Best lore channel!
Oculus Imperia for that my guy lol
Thank you!
Others have already said it, but I agree. This is the only AI channel I actually like.
I normally have a very strong dislike for AI stuff but you have done such a good job with this channel. When I first found this channel it actually took me a while to figure out if it even was AI, for the longest time, I actually thought it wasn't.
This is AI used right and with proper effort, and not just abused by someone lazy to crank out low quality content.
You and Luetin09 are my go to channels for learning more about 40K.
Amazing work my friend ❤
Thank you very much. I know the use of AI is an incredibly contentious topic, but that's very kind of you to say. I do generally agree with the anti-AI sentiment, since I think it fosters quite low-quality, and mass produced content, but I think that in cases where its appropriately used (with the voice actors consent [as is the case with mine], and with care), then it can provide some fairly good results. But in any case, I do appreciate your comment, thank you again
Great lore as always. Still love your selection of ambient music with these! 🥰
Ah thank you so much, glad you enjoyed!
@Scholarslore
Thank you m'lord scholar! :D
Prefect thanks man 🇬🇧💯❤️🫡
3:47 Beautiful Artwork and cadence
Glad you enjoyed, and thank you!
Artist for that piece is Atomhawk, and it was originally used for the Votann reveal video a couple years ago I believe.
@@Scholarslorejust a great video again. Up u get stronger each upload. I really look forward to you releasing a video. Our of all the content released you have made it into my to the top 3 Baldermort, Sandman of terra, and you 👍
Normally I HATE AI content, *but these videos are edited so perfectly and the music so relaxing that I love this channel!*
Keep up the great work!
Thank you very much
You really shouldn't fall to Chaos. Now, let me tell you all about the powers you'd get if you fell to Chaos...
You spelled raised to Chaos wrong, in the WH40K, there is only Chaos - embrace and feel life.
@preferredpronoun3689 you seem like a trustworthy warp spawn.
I'm built different. I can handle a demon up in me.
Seems like a fine deal to me
@@chasefrost1401calm down Slaanesh lol
Bloviated. Perfect word. 10/10 no notes
Okay new scholar video, time to go to sleep.
Hopefully the stories of chaos lull you into a nice slumber
This is the greatest Abominable Machine I have ever heard.
Thank you Magos Loreticus
Another flaming lore banger my dearest friend🔥 I can feel the warm embrace of Chaos already
There's the hilarious image of some demon going "I AM NARGTHRUK THE ABOMINATION, YOU CANNOT CHAIN ME PUNY MORTAL, I WILL REND YOUR FLESH, CHEW YOUR BONES, BREAK YOUR SO- **bonk**
"Shut up and get in the robot shinji"
Oh I was waiting for this !! ❤❤
Thank you for another lore piece! I'm leaving you my words of gratitude and proceed to listen with attention.
It's odd to me that even if the topic is unpleasant, like describing mutations in this case, I always find this channel's videos to be relaxing. Perhaps the background music is a contributing factor. Either way, I find this channel enjoyable.
Haha, thank you. I sometimes wonder if certain lines, or parts of a story will be off-putting, but I'm glad its still got the same relaxing tone!
this is good, very good, very well earned video and nice script written up!
Thank you!
Thanks for the video! And Hydra Dominatus!
Oh yeah, another sermon.
There's nothing better than listent to such amazingness while at work.
❤🔥
Glad to hear that it helps pass the workday 💪
Wonderful
yeeeees, chaotic sybols into their rectal flash!
GOOD STORY
Wooooo we got a new videoooo
Gotta get the lore out, hope you enjoy it!
My sacrifice to the chaos God of algorithms.
Thanks scholar for this most unholy sermon
What would be the real life equivalent of this video? A wikihow article on how to start breaking the geneva convention
Outstanding!!
For the algorithm
Work well done 🤘
I’m settling in for this one!
Hope you enjoy!
brother lore with another one!
Tonnes more to come after this one, thank you lore brother!
Scholar: you should not fall to chaos
Me: Well duuuh *glances over at 2 full Khornate army*
Excellent use of vocabulary in this episode 💀💜
This is an AI voice? The voice combined with music in the background is amazing.
Bel akor was actually my first Chaos model
Praise the Omnissiah! May blessings of fragrant machine oil and screws and rivets of the purest adamantium rain down upon our most beloved Scholar for bringing the holy binary of the Machine God's/Emperor's mystery and truth to all ignorant meat bags. May his divine voice never be overcompressed, and the algorithm light his path.
I'm at work and listening to switch off :)
Praise be in the name of the machine, but I forgot to dub this one into binary, so I think I still have some work to do before I can receive some blessings
What devilry of the warp is preventing me from posting a witty reply?
@@Scholarslore Binaric subtitles in High Gothic will suffice - for now - 01010000 01110010 01100001 01101001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01001111 01101101 01101110 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01100001 01101000 00100001
I'm truly sorry if somehow it looks like I've been spamming a reply - each time it said posted, nothing would appear so I'd try again. Then when I look in my all time posts - there's a whole bunch of them. I've deleted them and had one last try...so sorry :/ [EDIT] So it does seem as though the ruinous powers are preventing the blessed language of Binaric High Gothic from being posted in replies - HERESY! Call the Inquisitors!
way better than any majorkill sh!t-tier videos
I dont know how you get all the pronunciation like 98% right you got a talent
26:06 so is this what The Exahalted, from Night Lords trilogy, is? But to Tzeentch daemon?
Yes, basically Vandred kinda “loose” to maintain a sort form of control or a partnership with the Demon, and the demon just took over and fought against his will.
Accepting to be possessed by a Demon, is always a struggle and you must be very devoted, strong willed and with a deep bond with the Demon living within your soul. If any of those things lacks….well, the Demon will cast you out of the game, and simply control your body.
@alessandrominelli7893 thank you! Great response
52:40
Sir “David” Scholar 🫡
It's still funny to think a daemon is basically getting kidnapped and shoved into a machine
Please don't stop making content 😭🙏
Why does the scholar always talk about the far future? Surely it's the present for him?
Maybe the lore all came to me in a fever dream, and I can't quite tell if its the present, or the future 👀
(no but I just enjoy the 40k tag line of "in the grim darkness of the far future", so I always like to include something along those lines)
This comes to mind
Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .
I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons-the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.
And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences-of electricity and psychology-and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.
I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city-the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; that what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and that in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which shewed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not.
It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; whirling, churning; struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads. And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, mumbled a trembling protest about “imposture” and “static electricity”, Nyarlathotep drave us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We sware to one another that the city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces we made.
I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to shew where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable.
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods-the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
First of the 600 that's cool
Damn I've never been this early
Some say that lore is oh so much better when its fresher
Choosing to be a chaos cultist makes zero sense 😂
If the imperium has limited the space marine chapters to 1000 each. Why don't the chaos space marines just ignore the limit and swell in numbers like they did pre horus?
“Be warned, for if you gaze too long into the Immaterium, you might become trapped among the ranks of the possessed.”
You’re one to talk! You went from researching a chapter of Astartes that practiced possession to researching the myriad ways that possession works, as well as the process from beginning to bloody end! 😉🙃
Instructions unclear. My car has been stolen and I’m still dead
Who up loring their scholars?
At warhammer world straight loring it, and by it, well, lets just say, my scholars
@@ScholarsloreBig E > Walt Disney
May i ask you something? Do you speak it and then let a Programm change your voice or is the ai reading from the Beginning?
Primer comentario, pero en español. Thx scholar, really love your content
I fell to Slaanesh today. Cost me $200 😂😂😂
If you are weak, Khorne will grant you strength!
If you are ignorant, Tzeentch shall enlighten you!
If you are in pain, Nurgle will take it away!
If can't find a kink, Slaanesh will tell you of another!
See, the Gods are actually benevolent, we should all embrace a little possession here and there
What do you guys mean when you say Ai Video? I mean sure the voice is AI but the text is written by a human and the pictures are put together by a human and the video is cut and all by a human or not?
Only thing that is bad in your channel is there are too few videos to binge.
I’m only here for the bloviation
First first comment
Not first
+comment
My god, give me a f****** break from voices for at least ten seconds at a time.Holy s***.
Please don't stop making content 😭🙏