Prompt: In the morning we will line up our entire army with weapons in hand and with a firm determination to go to the end. They will see it in the eyes of our soldiers. This, I think, will not only scare them, but also make them think. While they are negotiating, one of us will go to negotiations with a white flag.
Prompt: We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom.
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: I want to create a picture of the proverb with dogs barking and the convoy passes, to see a convoy of soldiers in khaki uniforms walking and behind them a pack of scary dogs barking, I want them to see the soldiers marching in a long line and behind them the dogs barking towards the soldiers, to see the soldiers and behind them the dogs barking, if possible the soldiers are With a blue Star of David and the dogs will have flags of France, the European Union, Canada, England painted on them
Prompt: Soldiers of the time, loaded with weapons, converge towards the sea. Their heavy uniforms bear witness to the weight of war, their determined gazes fixed on the uncertain horizon. The sound of the waves accompanies their presence, a natural symphony that contrasts with the martial rigor. It is an evocative image where militarism confronts the vast expanse of the sea, symbolizing the duality between the power of weapons and the shifting tranquility of the ocean.
Prompt: make a person aiming for their destiny, which we don't know what it is, but every effort in the end is rewarded according to the paths to follow.
Prompt: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall. We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day. We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below. And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Prompt: Once upon a time, in a small city, an important confidential document was stolen. This document contained crucial military plans that posed a significant threat to the nation if it fell into the wrong hands.
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: \"Illustrate in the 'いらすとや' style a military personnel. Depict the soldier in a positive and respectful manner, showcasing elements such as their uniform, posture, and perhaps equipment. Emphasize a sense of duty, dedication, and honor. Consider incorporating background elements that symbolize the context of their service, without depicting violence or specific combat situations. Convey a tone of professionalism and pride in serving their country.\"
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Prompt: Facing them alone, Napoleon fearlessly challenged, 'If anyone wants to kill your General, your Emperor, here I am.' Loyalty shifted instantly. 8k
Prompt: Deep does one delve amidst dens of depravity when duty drives one to defend the defenseless from villainous vipers in vigil. But any true trooper knows revolutions revel only in raising raised voices against tyranny wherever its toxic tang taints the land and peoples. Our enquiries exact small successes towards the fall of these foul fiends and filth forever.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Deep does one delve amidst dens of depravity when duty drives one to defend the defenseless from villainous vipers in vigil. But any true trooper knows revolutions revel only in raising raised voices against tyranny wherever its toxic tang taints the land and peoples. Our enquiries exact small successes towards the fall of these foul fiends and filth forever.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The soldier watched on from the hilltop, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and excitement as the city lay in ruins before him. The deafening sounds of destruction and chaos filled his ears, each explosion setting off a chain reaction in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in witnessing the downfall of yet another symbol of oppressive authority, as the city turned to rubble beneath his feet. The smoldering remnants of buildings and the acrid stench of smoke were a reminder of the inherent flaws in the capitalist system, and the futility of any effort to maintain law and order. As he took in the scene before him, the soldier couldn't help but think that there was a certain beauty in the destruction - a beauty born out of the flames of rebellion, anarchy, and revolution. (alex andreev, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov)
Prompt: We always spend running away from something in life, imagine a person going after their dreams even though they are having so much trouble these days in the mental, spiritual and physical wars, create an oriental scenario and it is raining in the place
Prompt: Soldiers, loaded with weapons and draped in war uniforms, deploy on the front. Their faces bear the gravity of the mission, their footsteps resonate on land marked by conflict. Heavy weapons and tactical equipment highlight the intense nature of the situation. The landscape resonates with the din of battle, the skies are darkened by the smoke of conflict. Every look, every gesture, carries the weight of duty and responsibility. It is a scene where the reality of war is manifested in the solemn presence of the soldiers and the heavy equipment that accompanies their mission.
Prompt: A sense of foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
Prompt: The Red Army, born from the crucible of the Russian Revolution, emerges as a formidable force, a scarlet tide surging across the vast landscapes of history. Clad in crimson, its soldiers embody the revolutionary spirit, their convictions etched in the trenches of ideological warfare. Comradeship pulses through the veins of this colossal entity, where unity transcends mere military structure. Led by visionary commanders, the Red Army stands as a guardian of Soviet ideals, facing the chilling winds of adversity with indomitable resolve. Through the icy expanses of World War II, the Red Army's sacrifices become an immortal saga, eternally painting the annals of courage in shades of revolutionary red.
Prompt: We are standing nine kilometres from the front. Yesterday we were replaced, and now, having filled our stomachs with white beans and beef, everyone is full and satisfied. Everyone even managed to stock up on a full pot for the evening, and in addition to that they got a double ration of sausage and bread, and that's something. It had not happened for a long time: the red-faced cook was offering food; he called everyone who passed by with a wave of his ladle and poured out a generous portion. He is desperate, for he does not know how to empty the camp kitchen. Tjaden and Müller have got some wash basins, and he fills them to the brim, as a reserve. Tjaden does this out of insatiability, Müller out of caution. Where Tjaden gets it all from is a mystery to everyone. He was and still is skinny as a herring.
Prompt: Each and every one of us, as long as you keep running hard, no matter how slow you run, no matter how far you go, we will always welcome the moment of dawn
Prompt: ：The atmosphere of battle between the two armies is strong, and the generals charge forward on horseback.
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: As the nations of the world begin to merge, world peace is threatened by the private armies of individual corporations. The Kuryu Group has just discovered a weapon that will tip world power in their favor. The Genocyber: a nightmarish combination of cybernetics and psychic potential. Many desire to control this monstrosity, but can its hatred be contained... Battle erupts, and the cyberpunk world of the future is about to explode with violence.
Prompt: I wore a solemn and neat military uniform and walked into the university. Thinking of my sister, I, a tall man, can't help but burst into tears...
Prompt: In the barnyard of politics, the pigs reign supreme, their insatiable hunger for power corrupting every nook and cranny. Behind the rickety wooden fences, the sheep graze oblivious to the impending darkness, following blindly the Pied Pipers of deceit. The pigs, cunning as they are, don the masks of leadership while devouring the fruits of a wilting society. With each oink and snort, they manipulate public discourse, turning the farm into a grotesque theater of farce. The sheep, their wooly minds coddled in ignorance, are led to the slaughter, their bleats of dissent silenced by porcine persuasion. In this swine's tale of political gluttony and ovine naiveté, the farmyard becomes a microcosm of a world teetering on the precipice of moral degradation.
Prompt: And once again the night goes with you, you talk, you make a scenario and make a plan, you think for hours, you plan, but no one has justified your scenario, you want money and love so that everything in life is okay
Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
Prompt: a world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a turbulent watercourse represents the fragile hope of the fugitives. A scene imbued with palpable tension, where the quest for security becomes the common thread of a poignant plot.
Prompt: The young God of War is extremely brave. He has ten generals and many soldiers under his command. He is a high-ranking leader.
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great, but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Emperor prevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors, and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind of dream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and of their forms and reduced them to mere slavish reflections.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Are our livelihoods often threatened, or is it a common misconception suppressed enough for us not to think about and question? Narrow minds without recollection and blank stare expressions. I saw as the demons crept in and when the wake of vultures swept in. A myopic optimism blind-sights our perception while leveraged against us and held as a weapon.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: The prophecy mentions that the nine worlds will be destroyed and reborn during Ragnarok, there will be a fierce war between the gods and their enemies, the world will fall into a sea of fire, and after the flames die out,
Prompt: Make a greeting card and send blessings to the border officers and soldiers.Requirements:1. The content of the letter is vivid and the font is good.
Prompt: an interior view of the theatre in a dune shaped beige opera house by Zaha Hadid in the desert.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: \"If we accept the proposition that one person can be sacrificed for the happiness of the many, it will soon be demonstrated that two or three or more could also be sacrificed for the happiness of the many. Little by little, we will find reasons for sacrificing the many for the happiness of the many, and we will think it was a bargain.\"[
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
