I don't even know where to start with it. I need a character to speak like her dialog was written by a chatGPT customer support hotline. I don't know what those guys sound like tbh.

Have you tried telling ChatGPT to respond as if it’s customer support and then putting in the other half of the conversation? Because I think this sounds like a use case

I can't do it that way because personally I'd feel like I'm cheating at the challenge of trying to use meat to immitate sand.

I feel like a novice samurai who acts like hot shit and gets cut down in one lightning fast strike by a master.

i don't support all women's rights & wrongs some of you are terfs

The haters and other dolts have try to cancel me yet they keep coming back like stupid little kittens with there mouth dry, from no milk! Well i will feed your loser ass,because i love you

In the novelizations of the original two Resident Evil games, which came out before the series left Raccoon City or Umbrella corp, the author's own justification for all this was that the puzzles were commissioned by the same paranoid rich CEO who gave bored company engineers and scientists limitless budget and creative control to protect his evil secrets as obtusely as possible. So basically a delusional billionaire gathered a bunch of amoral computer nerds and told them "while you're farming artisinal lizard demons for the army, I need you to make it as confusing and difficult as you possibly can for anyone to get in and out of my office alive" and I guess their autism lit up like a blazing star with a free ticket to design a real world lucasarts adventure game. This is implied later in the book to be exactly the reason why none of them made it out alive.

I really did like the ending of the Backrooms 2026, actually. The twist that the Backrooms is a space that you can physically exit but a part of you mentally will always be trapped in is a great subversion and really effectively inverts the concept. The main scientist character looks directly into the camera and reveals he is still caught in the same nostalgia trap that Clark was, stuck in a repetitive motion and going nowhere. Mary got out but she's still in there. You can leave but you can never escape