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Did this use up some credits on an LLM

The video for it is here:

Debating the morality of Nana Hiiragi (based on my The 53rd Year Talentless Nana story)

To celebrate the end of the Talentless Nana manga, this explainer details my "The 53rd Year" story based on the series

So, Talentless Nana will be ending in a month. Don't think it'll be missed.

Talentless Nana

The Case Against Nana Hiiragi: Predator, Not Protagonist ​The narrative attempt to reposition Nana Hiiragi as a sympathetic, tragic lead in Talentless Nana fails because it cannot reconcile her early

Another Steam Sale day: Loosly based on Talentless Nana

This is the last part of the AI generated Talentless Nana story. There are a few continuity errors (and I made some incorrect assumptions as well - a boy was killed in the school gym, not a cave) but in

The dying embers of the fire in the cave cast long, flickering shadows, mirroring the uncertain, shifting thoughts of the fugitives huddled around its meager warmth. Arthur Ainsworth had laid bare his

Arthur’s challenging question – “Unless, of course, anyone else has any better ideas?” – hung heavy in the smoky air of the cave, a stark invitation that no one seemed immediately eager to accept. The

The fire in the cave, which had earlier seemed a small beacon of warmth and fragile hope, now seemed to cast long, dancing, almost accusatory shadows on the faces of the assembled survivors as Arthur

The crackling fire cast flickering, uncertain light upon the stunned, contemplative faces of the survivors huddled in the damp chill of the cave. Arthur Ainsworth’s revelations – the impossible truth of

The fire in the damp cave crackled, spitting a shower of orange sparks into the heavy, charged silence that followed Arthur Ainsworth’s almost whispered invitation. For a long moment, no one spoke. The

The future, which had always been a terrifying, oppressive unknown for Arthur despite his supposed “Talent,” now felt even more vast, more unpredictable, but also, strangely, more laden with a desperate,

The crackling fire in the damp cave cast long, dancing shadows on the weary faces of the assembled escapees. Nana Hiiragi, her expression a mixture of fierce determination and a newfound, fragile openness,

The night chosen for their desperate gamble, their improbable escape, arrived cloaked in a maelstrom of furious, driving wind and torrential, sheeting rain. It was a late autumn storm, one of the worst

The days bled into weeks, the weeks into months, each one a grim, monotonous repetition of the last, marked by gnawing hunger, forced labour, and the ever-present, chilling specter of Commandant Ide’s

A tense, nerve-wracking month crawled by, bleeding from the anxious heart of May into the oppressive, humid heat of mid-June in what would have been, in Arthur’s old life, the summer of 2028. Arthur Ainsworth,

Nana ran. She fled Tsuruoka’s opulent, soundproofed office, the chilling echo of his mocking laughter a spur in her side, the image of his dying adjutant a fresh, searing brand on her already overburdened