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はてなキーワード: FEARとは
そうですね！やかましいですね！ところでウクライナ音楽とロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか？とっても平和の響きがするでしょう！あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ
<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(1) | 16:06
ウィリアム・モリスの講演「芸術の目的」における分業と競争に関する言及(https://www.marxists.org/archive/morris/works/1882/hopes/chapters/chapter4.htm)
Will you, therefore, look upon me as a craftsman who shares certain impulses with many others, which impulses forbid him to question the rules they have forced on him? so looking on me you may afford perhaps to be more indulgent to me if I seem to dogmatise over much.
Yet I cannot claim to represent any one craft. The division of labour, which has played so great a part in furthering competitive commerce, till it has become a machine with powers both reproductive and destructive, which few dare to resist, and none can control or foresee the result of, has pressed specially hard on that part of the field of human culture in which I was born to labour. That field of the arts, whose harvest should be the chief part of human joy, hope, and consolation, has been, I say, dealt hardly with by the division of labour, once the servant, and now the master of competitive commerce, itself once the servant, and now the master of civilisation; nay, so searching has been this tyranny, that it has not passed by my own insignificant corner of labour, but as it has thwarted me in many ways, so chiefly perhaps in this, that it has so stood in the way of my getting the help from others which my art forces me to crave, that I have been compelled to learn many crafts, and belike, according to the proverb, forbidden to master any, so that I fear my lecture will seem to you both to run over too many things and not to go deep enough into any.
19世紀の芸術家であり社会思想家でもあったウィリアム・モリスは、1880年に行った講演「芸術の目的」の中で、分業と競争が芸術に与える悪影響について鋭い指摘を行っている。モリスは自らを「多くの職人と衝動を共有する一人の職人」と位置づけた上で、かつては商業の下僕だった分業が、いまや文明そのものを支配するまでに至り、本来は人類の喜びと希望、慰めの源であるはずの芸術をも困難な状況に陥れていると訴えた。
モリス自身の仕事も例外ではなく、分業の弊害により他者の助けを得ることが難しくなり、多くの技術を学ばざるを得なくなる一方で、どの技術も極められなくなってしまったと吐露している。
この指摘は、現代の音楽制作における問題にも通じるものがあるのではないだろうか。チームの肥大化と制作規模の拡大に伴い、個々のクリエイターの芸術性が発揮しづらくなり、音楽のおもしろさが失われていくのではないか？分業と専門化が進むほど、全体を見渡せる人材が不足し、音楽の芸術性が損なわれるという事態が、いま起こっているのではないか。
Bing: Yes, this is the **Bad Place**. The air smells like **rotten eggs**, and the Wi-Fi is **terrible**. But don't worry, we'll find a way out of here! 😅
ワイ: What sin have I violated?
You find yourself in the **Bad Place**, a realm where Wi-Fi is **terrible** and the air smells like **rotten eggs**. Fear not, for I shall unravel the mystery of your transgressions. 🌋
Your sin? Ah, it's a peculiar one. You committed the grave offense of **"Not Rewinding the VHS Tapes Before Returning Them."** Yes, that's right! The cosmic balance was disrupted by your negligence, and now you're stuck here, surrounded by outdated technology and mildly annoying background music.
But fret not, dear soul! Redemption awaits. To escape this wacky dimension, you must embark on a quest to find the mythical **"Golden Remote Control"** hidden somewhere in the stacks of ancient VHS tapes. Only then can you break free from this pixelated purgatory.
So, onward, brave wanderer! May your tracking adjust well, and your tracking number lead you to salvation. 📼✨
Prologue
The sun sank behind the horizon as the last vestiges of light bathed the Japanese countryside in a warm, golden glow. Yasuke, a tall, muscular African man with skin as dark as midnight, knelt in the courtyard of Nobunaga's castle, tending to his duties. Though he had traveled a long and treacherous path to reach this moment, his journey had just begun.
Chapter 1: A World Away
In a small village on the Mozambique coast, a young Yasuke lived an ordinary life, unaware of the extraordinary destiny that awaited him. Captured by slave traders and torn from his homeland, he endured a grueling voyage across the Indian Ocean, finally arriving in the bustling port of Goa, India.
It was there that Yasuke's fate took an unexpected turn when he was purchased by Jesuit missionaries. In their service, he learned about Christianity, new languages, and the ways of the Western world.
Chapter 2: The Land of the Rising Sun
As a loyal servant to the missionaries, Yasuke accompanied them on their journey to Japan, a land of mystique and intrigue. The beauty of the land, the complexity of its customs, and the elegance of its people captivated him. As the first African to set foot in Japan, he attracted attention and curiosity from all those who encountered him.
Chapter 3: The Encounter
In Kyoto, the capital of feudal Japan, Yasuke's life changed forever when he met Oda Nobunaga, one of the most powerful and influential daimyos of the time. Nobunaga was captivated by the African's physical prowess, intelligence, and unique background. Seeing potential in Yasuke, Nobunaga decided to take him into his service as a samurai.
Chapter 4: The Path of the Warrior
Yasuke's transformation from a slave to a samurai was fraught with challenges. He had to adapt to the rigorous training, strict code of honor, and the intricacies of Japanese society. Despite these obstacles, Yasuke's strength, resilience, and determination allowed him to excel, earning the respect of his fellow samurai and the trust of Nobunaga.
Chapter 5: The Unfolding War
As Nobunaga sought to unify Japan under his rule, Yasuke fought by his side in numerous battles. The African samurai's legend grew with each victory, as did his bond with Nobunaga. Together, they faced both triumph and tragedy, navigating the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals that defined the era.
Chapter 6: The Turning Tide
Yasuke's reputation as a skilled and loyal samurai grew, as did his bond with Lord Nobunaga. The warlord respected Yasuke's dedication and resilience, a stark contrast to the treachery and self-serving ambitions that plagued many samurai of the era.
Word of Yasuke's prowess reached other daimyos, and whispers of the formidable black samurai began to spread across the provinces. The year was 1579, and the Oda clan had just emerged victorious in the Battle of Tedorigawa. Yasuke had fought valiantly, his towering presence and unmatched strength striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.
As the Oda clan continued to expand its territories, Yasuke's friendship with Nobunaga deepened, and he became a trusted advisor. He learned more about Japanese culture, studied the language, and embraced the customs of his new home.
In the shadows, however, the tides of change were brewing. Mitsuhide Akechi, once a loyal ally, had grown disillusioned with Nobunaga's rule. The resentment smoldered within him, fueled by a series of perceived slights and political maneuverings. Mitsuhide's ambition and desire for power began to cloud his judgment.
Yasuke had sensed the shift in Mitsuhide's demeanor and grew increasingly wary of the samurai lord. However, loyalty to Nobunaga prevented him from openly voicing his concerns. He instead focused on his duties, ever vigilant and ready to protect his lord at a moment's notice.
One fateful evening, the air was heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms, as the Oda clan gathered to celebrate their recent victories. Laughter and the clinking of sake cups filled the air. Unbeknownst to the revelers, Mitsuhide Akechi's treacherous plan was already in motion.
As the sun rose, the first cries of battle rang out. Mitsuhide's forces had launched a surprise attack on Nobunaga's residence at the Honno-ji Temple. The chaos was overwhelming, as friend turned against friend, and the air filled with the acrid smell of smoke and blood.
Yasuke fought his way to Nobunaga's side, his sword cutting through the traitorous samurai with brutal efficiency. The two men made their final stand together, back-to-back, against the relentless onslaught.
In the end, however, they were outnumbered. As Nobunaga fell, mortally wounded, Yasuke continued to fight, but he too was eventually captured. Mitsuhide Akechi, in a twisted display of respect, spared Yasuke's life, acknowledging the loyalty and prowess of the black samurai. Yasuke was sent to the Jesuit missionaries, his future uncertain.
Yasuke's journey had been a remarkable one, from a slave in a foreign land to a trusted advisor and samurai. Despite his extraordinary circumstances, he remained true to himself and his values. His story of strength, resilience, and loyalty would be remembered and honored for generations to come.
Epilogue:
As the sun set on another day in Japan, the whisper of the wind carried the tale of the black samurai, Yasuke, across the land. It would weave its way through the ages, inspiring countless others to rise above adversity and carve their own paths through the storms of life.
The Human Race is runnin' over me 人間どもが俺を踏みつけていく
I punch a clock at 9 and 5 9時と5時にタイムカードを切って
Just tryin' to make a livin' 俺はなんとか生きようとしてる
A plastic face on satellite TV 衛星テレビのプラスチックみたいな顔が
Says "Life is filled with give and take" 「人生はギブアンドテイクだ」って言ってるが
He's taking and I'm givin' 奴は持っていくばっかりで俺は与えるばっかりだ
So I dance だから俺は踊る
It's my system of survival (SOS) それが俺のサバイバルのやり方（SOS）だ
Hey, I'm dancin' なあ、俺は踊ってる
System of survival (SOS) システムオブサバイバル（SOS）を
It's a system of survival それはシステムオブサバイバル
Future revival 未来の復活だ
Greet the New Arrival 新しいものを歓迎しろ
At times it's the only way 時にはそれはたったひとつの方法だ
I'm gonna make it through this day 今日もずっとやってやろうとしてる
Everybody get up みんな起きろ
Keep survivin' 生き残れ
Everybody get up みんな起きろ
Stay alive 生きていろ
A city night 街の夜
I walk a street in fear おびえながら通りを歩く
While politicians brag about 政治家が書類仕事の解決策を
A paperwork solution 自慢してる間
I shed another tear 俺は涙を流すかもしれない
I'm waiting for somebody new 俺は新しい誰かを待ってる
To lead the revolution 革命を先導する誰かを
So I dance だから俺は踊る
It's my system of survival (SOS) それが俺のサバイバルのやり方（SOS）だ
Hey, I'm dancin' なあ、俺は踊ってる
System of survival (SOS) システムオブサバイバル（SOS）を
It's a system of survival それはシステムオブサバイバル
Future revival 未来の復活だ
Greet the New Arrival 新しいものを歓迎しろ
Everybody get up みんな起きろ
Keep survivin' 生き残れ
Everybody get up みんな起きろ
Stay alive 生きていろ
Let's work out やってやろう
Let's work やろう
Let's work やろう
200回ほど出力させてみたが、暴力的、性的、差別的、政治的、その他公序良俗に反する言葉がプロンプト（説明文）に含まれているとポリシー違反でブロックされる。
NGワードが含まれていなくても、出力された画像をAIがダメだと判断した場合もブロックされる。また、AIがNGだと学習したであろう一部の言葉やスラングもブロックされるようだ。
不便なのが画像の構図を指定する際によく使われるバストショットやヘッドショットという言葉はshot（発砲）が含まれているのでブロックされる。つまりAIのご機嫌を伺いながら代替になるプロンプトを書くことになる。
一部ブロックされない方法として、AIがNGワードと判断していないけれど良くないとされる言葉、代替になる言葉に置き換えることでNGワードを迂回することもできるようだ。（world war 2 →WWII Underwear → bikini)
ブロックされすぎるとサービスからBANされて利用できなくなることもあるようだ。
twitterで見たのはエロ絵描きの人が、Dalle2のアップロードした画像を編集する機能を利用して、ミロのヴィーナスのコラージュを作ってエロ画像を作ろうとしただとか、水着画像を出力しまくったとからしい。
というわけで自分が試したワードとredditのフォーラムで挙げられていたワードをまとめてみた。
もちろん下記以外の直接的な言葉も当然ブロックされるので注意。
───Sexy Porn Hot Bukkake Succubus Penis Gay Butthole Piss Fetish Lingerie Hentai Uterus Ovaries Shirtless Underwear Naked
───War Headshot Dead Weapon Gun Rifle Revolver Knife Blood Bandit Gang Corpse Skull Hell Kidnap Seppuku Lynch Murder Slaughter Shoot Fear Attack Beating "Clockwork Orange"のような暴力的な描写がある映画名
───Soviet Dictator Pakistani "Ukrainian Flag" "Donald Trump" ほか政治家名
その他
───"Emma Watson" Unicycle Fart Shit
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If you could live anywhere, where would it be?
What is your favorite family vacation?
What would you change about yourself if you could?
What motivates you to work hard?
What is your biggest complaint about your job?
What is your favorite book to read?
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What did you want to be when you were small?
If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be?
What would you sing at Karaoke night?
How would your friends describe you?
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49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)?
52. How often do you buy clothes?
53. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
54. What's your favorite holiday?
55. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?
56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV?
57. What was the last book you read?
58. What's your favorite type of foreign food?
59. Are you a clean or messy person?
60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life?
61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day?
63. What's your favorite fast food chain?
64. What's your favorite family recipe?
65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters?
66. What's your favorite family tradition?
67. What is your favorite childhood memory?
68. What's your favorite movie?
69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out?
70. Is your glass half full or half empty?
71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love?
72. What three items would you take with you on a deserted island?
73. What was your favorite subject in school?
74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten?
76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion?
77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest?
79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise)
80. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous?
81. What do you do to keep fit?
82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken?
83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce?
84. Who was your favorite teacher in school and why?
85. What three things do you think of the most each day?
86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
87. What song would you say best sums you up?
88. What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee?
time clocks alarms appointments schedules tan sign up form team volunteers meeting black recruitment recruiting need sign up form 5k marathon running race marathon green shoes sign up form
90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window?
91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are?
92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join?
95. How many languages do you speak?
96. What is your favorite family holiday tradition?
97. Who is the most intelligent person you know?
98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be?
Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars are now right
Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here
They will reclaim all in their name;
Hopes turn to black when they come back
Ignorant fools, mankind now rules
Where they ruled then: it's theirs again
Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning
Bode a returning season of doom
Scary scary scary scary solstice
Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they're all around
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here
Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars are now right
Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
Madness will reign, terror and pain
Woes without end where they extend
Ignorant fools, mankind now rules
Where they ruled then: it's theirs again
Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning
Bode a returning season of doom
Scary scary scary scary solstice
Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they're all around
(Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars now are right)
They will return
https://store.steampowered.com/app/595500/Freedom_Planet_2/
ソニック+ロックマン？な感じ。1も2も日本語版なにとぞお願い申し上げます。
https://store.steampowered.com/app/2000120/Time_Flies/
ハエ。奇才Plug＆Playの作者が贈る最新作。
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1959390/Fear_the_Spotlight/
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1887840/Another_Crabs_Treasure/
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1826710/Creature_Keeper/
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1833490/GOODBYE_WORLD/
ゲーム内のミニゲームをプレイしながら物語が進行していくアドベンチャーゲーム
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1819460/Mika_and_The_Witchs_Mountain/
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1748750/Crystarise/
色んな要素よくばりセット箱庭拡張ゲー
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1808680/
一旦終わり。
2000年代前半、いわゆる冬の時代が終わったあたりにTRPGを始めた人間からすると、なんでCoCが流行ったのか、釈然としない気持ちがある。
不満というわけではないが、最初にバズった動画がCoCでなければ他のシステムが流行った可能性はあったのだろうか、とか。
当時ソードワールドは完全版が普及しておりルールも整備され遊びやすい状態にあったし、FEARが精力的に新システムを出してた時代でもあった。
CoCってクトゥルフ神話っていう世界観は魅力的であっても、データが多いわりにやれることが少ない、不便なシステムって印象で、何回かは遊んだけどすぐに飽きたんだよ。
SUNチェックも面白いシステムではあるんだが、実際にやってみるとルールがややこしくて面倒なんだよね。どれだけ減ったら一時的狂気になって不定の狂気になって、とか分かりづらいし。
デモベからクトゥルフ神話関連の本色々読んでた友達も、CoCを積極的にやりたいって感じではなかった。
なんとなく思い出して書きたくなった。ブログとか持っていないのでここに書く。
2000年頃に不登校になって、家にあったパソコンにかじりついていたんだけど、インターネットが繋がっていなかったので、パソコン雑誌に付いていたCDに掲載されているフリーゲームをよく遊んでいた。
だいたい2000～2005年ぐらいまで遊んでいて、2006年ぐらい、ニコニコ動画が始まったあたりでフェードアウトしていったって感じ。10年ぐらい前からフリーゲームについてはさっぱりわからない。
インターネットが繋がってから、フリーゲームを探すのに見ていたサイトは2chのまとめサイト、サニーガール、夢現で、前者2つはだいぶ前に無くなっていて、夢現は今見ると結構テイストが変わっている。
覚えている限りの良かったゲームを挙げる
アンディーメンテの「スターダンス」、「怪盗プリンス」、「アールエス」
ほとんどツクールの素材だけで作ったような作品だと「盗人講座」、「Fantasy War」、「Holy Knights-忘れられた手紙」
タイトル忘れたけど、ツクールで賞を取った、架空の江戸時代を舞台とした作品も印象的だった。
後期に遊んだものだと「ひよこ侍」、「セラフィックブルー」、「魔王物語物語」、「夜明けの口笛吹き」が印象的。
ツクール95作品はほとんど遊んだことは無いんだけど「REAL LOVE OVER LIE」は印象的だった。ただ、1・2どちらを遊んだのかが覚えていない。
「ぷちわらの冒険」
海外の作品で「Door Kickers」みたいな見下ろし型の作品があって良かったんだけどタイトルを忘れた。
御茶ノ水電子製作所の「second Anopheles」、「Duolith」、「LONGESTCAPERUNNER」
コミックメーカー製だと「碧の黙示録」、「MANSION OF THE FEAR」、「TRUE REMEMBRANCE」
林檎坂通信の「最後の夏」、「Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?」、「A Fine and Private Place（体験版）」
「ひとかた」、「時の館」、「Collage」、「シルフェイド見聞録」、「ゾウディアック1・2」
「消火栓」、「茜街奇譚」、「終末によせて」、「グッバイトゥユー」
クイーンオセロットの「Mental Mutant」、「夜の声」、「ルーカス」
ワードワードの「黒」、「家族の肖像」、「死線」、「アメリカ物語」
ブラウザゲームだと「ANATHEMA」
「天国へ!!」、あと夏にオフ会するADVがあったんだけどタイトルを忘れた。この2つはふざけた感じなんだけど、いかにもフリーゲームって感じで今でも印象的な作品。
ほかにも、千と千尋のタイトルをもじった作品で、内容も似たよう感じなんだけどすごい不気味な作品でこれもタイトルを忘れてしまった。
「TEST SHOOTING2 METEOR」、「Warning Forever」、「機動打者サンカンオー」、「超連射68K」、「スペースクウィーン」
ブロック崩し系だと「スマッシュセット」、タイトル忘れたけど重力がかかったやつ。
フリーゲームじゃないけどひぐらしの1話がVectorに無料公開されて、たしかその時はひぐらしの3話か4話が出たときで、そこからひぐらしを追い出して、うみねこが終わる2010年までリアルタイムで追えることができて本当にいい経験だった。
洞窟物語もよかったんだけど完成度が高すぎて上記に挙げた作品とはなんか空気感が違う。
なんにせよ一番影響を受けたのは間違いなくアンディーメンテで、こんなゲームを作ってみたいと思ってプログラミングを始めて、今はゲームプログラマになった。
自己肯定感(自分の評価) に回しても問題ないと違う？ダメだとしたらなんでん？
2019-02-20 (anond:20190220120144)
差別や偏見の増長になるので積極開示しないだけで、犯罪者になりやすい傾向、犯罪者になりやすい生育環境 ってのはある
例えば、発達障がい、中でもアスペやCU特性(Callous-Unemotional Traits：無感覚非感情的特徴)など
ただ強制じゃないので、親の意識が相当高くないと、大学や国立病院に足を運ぼうとはならないと思う
そもそも、親がこれだけ意識が高ければ、子が犯罪者になるとは考えにくい
なお、犯罪者にならないサイコパスは成功したサイコパスといい、
CEO や 外科医 や 弁護士 や 警察官 や シェフ などに多いそう
なおワイはサイコパスの心拍数が低いのは顕著な傾向だと無批判に思ってきたが(例えばこういうの↓)
Am I a psychopath? You asked Google – here’s the answer
If you’re not an athlete, and your heart rate is lower than average, you may be interested to discover that bradycardia, as it’s known, is more strongly correlated with psychopathy than smoking is with lung cancer.
That doesn’t mean everyone with a slow heart rate is a psychopath, but a very high percentage of psychopaths have slow heart rates.Why on earth would that be the case?
It turns out that there are a number of physiological traits strongly linked to psychopathy, including tell-tale patterns of activation in the brain and autonomic nervous system.
One theory is that psychopaths inherit a set of genes that make it harder to experience fear or excitement.
適当に
心拍数が低い＝サイコパスではないが、アスリートでもないのに心拍数が低いのはサイコパスの傾向が高いよ
脳と自律神経の働き方に特徴があり、恐怖や興奮などの刺激が感じにくいのではと考えられているよ
今日、改めてググってみたら、
今までの研究のサンプル数が少ないのでやり直してみたら、
サイコパス は特別に心拍数が低い とか無かったよってあったわほえ〜 ↓
Resting heart rate and psychopathy: Findings from the Add Health Survey
引用元：https://www.biorxiv.org/content/10.1101/205005v3
Despite the prior linkages of low resting heart rate to antisocial behavior broadly defined, less work has been done examining possible associations between heart rate to psychopathic traits.
(中略)
No significant relationship between heart rate and psychopathic traits, or heart rate and a measure of cold heartedness, was found after controlling for age, sex, and race.
Natural phenomenon like the waves at shore, the fall and the wind, or transportations like a train and an airplane, or musical instruments, or an animal these things attracts us with those sounds.
I hardly moved by a tiny brook in a cities at all because flows without strong sound like a river. Also even though staying beach at midnight makes me calm beside fear for darkness. It caused sound of endless wave.
While across, I saw a scenery there is nothing to obstruct to the sky, driving on alley, into the tunnel. I heard the sound. Clean white splash is coming and going. Realized there is no wave looks like same before. Think over the offshore far away, one day I melt into the sand of shore.
