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I tried. I gave ChatGPT an example, but thatās all I got.
I didnāt edit the pictures afterwards.
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I like the new enemy Bot that is a mix of Star wars rogue one K-2SO and Terminator Salvation Hunter Killer Harvester Walker.
The image looks cool, but the robot doesnāt fit GZ in my eyes. Thatās why my pictures never had any machines. ChatGPT obviously had the opinion that it isnāt able to include machines of GZ, so I told it not to show the enemies.
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Here another try, with some hunter-like machines, as ChatGPT called them:
For all of those they waited for the next Robot attack and clear up the Forum. A little glimpse in the reworked story of Helldivers Diary, Work title " At the treshold of death" This time in real sweden.
Have Fun.
Amelie and I stood on the jetty and watched. While Amelie cried on my chest, I swore revenge for Thort.
When her sobbing turned into a sniffle, I asked her if we could leave. She asked where. I told her we would go back to the LjuskƤrrsberget bunker and stay there for a few days to relax.
"Is that OK for you? Ā«
She nodded, then we walked along the coast. I had taken most of her luggage from her, so she only had to carry her MP. She walked with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She sniffled and whined. The coast was rocky and the path arduous. The weather clouded over and dense fog moved in. I was afraid of running into a robot patrol. From time to time I stopped and listened hard. The visibility was less than a hundred meters. I had Amelieās backpack attached to my paddock carrier and carried it in front of my stomach. He hindered me a little at shooting. When we got into a fight, I had to defend myself with the submachine gun and shoot from the hip. The other rifles I carried over my shoulder which slowly hurt. Amelie trotted after me with her head bowed. When we stopped, I asked her to be as quiet as possible so that the robots would not hear us. Her face was pale and she was weeping. The tears ran down her hollow cheeks. Under her eyes she had dark shadows. She couldnāt stop crying. I let her.
I kept looking around for her. Obviously, she didnāt want to walk by my hand. Because she held her arms crossed in front of her chest while she walked behind me with her gaze lowered. Slowly, the dark outlines of the Fiskesund Bridge peeled out of the fog. I peered with my binoculars and switched it to infrared vision. The area was displayed in dark reds and blues. I couldnāt see any robots. We approached the bike path that led down from the bridge. On the bridge we could not see far. Despite my efforts, I was freezing, the wet clothes seemed to suck the heat out of my body. I had a lump sitting in my throat and I felt just as sorry as Amelie, because Thort had become a friend to me and his loss hurt me.
I walked in front of Amelie. We walked slowly over the bridge, my nerves were tense to the extreme. Again and again I peered through the binoculars. The fog on the bridge became denser and denser. If we were to encounter a robot here, we would no longer have the opportunity to escape. The concrete barriers of the bike path offered little cover. I kept looking around for Amelie. I saw how she trembled she looked at me. I saw in her face all the horror she had experienced. I stopped and hugged her briefly. She sobbed at my side then she said:
āWe have to keep going!ā
The path in front of us lowered a little and in the binoculars I could see the first outlines of the houses of Fiskesund. I didnāt see any robots. Slowly we went on. I listened hard, but I only heard our breaths, our footsteps and the whistling of the wind that blew relentlessly and ice-cold over the bridge. The fine rain of fog was pressed by him into every crack of our clothes. When I opened my mouth slightly, my teeth beat each other with cold.
Slowly the outlines of the houses of Fiskesund peeled out of the fog and I was looking forward to a short rest. Have a rest, take a breath and then continue. The bike path turned off the bridge. I stopped again briefly to look around. I peered into the round. I saw the bright light reflection of a Raptor stomping along the waterfront road. I heard his predator cry and knew he had caught us. I just shouted:
"Run Amelie! Ā«. She shrugged up out of her lethargy. I grabbed her by the arm jumped over the concrete barrier of the bike path. She did the same like me and ran across the road with me. She had reacted with frightened eyes.
"Where should we go? Ā«, she panted after me.
āTo the house over there,ā I called back and pointed to a larger house not far from us. We ran as fast as we could. Amelie ran in front of me. My legs became heavy as I had to carry most of the load. She looked around for me and stopped for a moment.
"Faster, heās coming! ", she shouted in panic.
I also turned around and could already see the outline of the Raptor, who ran behind us with his head stretched out in a crouched position. We jumped over the concrete barricade across the street and rushed along the bike path that went sideways off the bridge.
"We have to get off the road! Ā«, I conceded to Amelie, who reacted without contradiction. We jumped down the embankment. I slipped in the wet grass and fell down. I tried to get back on my feet and fell headfirst down the embankment again. Amelie looked around for me.
"Keep running! Ā«, I shouted. She turned around and ran to the house as fast as she could. I got up on my feet and ran as fast as I could without looking around.
My heart beat wildly and my lungs burned brightly. I could already hear the Raptorās predator cry. I just kept running, a sheaf of the robot let the dirt splash up next to me, I hit a hook. Surely the robot guessed with cool logic what I was up to and tried to prevent me from running into the house. I pulled an emergency signal torch out of my belt and took the tear cord between my teeth and tore at it. The torch started to glow and I threw it away from the side of me to distract the robot. A sheaf immediately followed in the direction. The house got bigger in front of me. The front door was open. I ran and got the last reserves out of myself. Suddenly Amelie stood in the front door and fired her submachine gun at the robot. I also turned around and fired at him as well. Because I could only fire from the hip, I pulled my sheaf up from below and hit the robot. I could clearly see the small sparks of the bullet impacts. Then I ran up the stairs to the entrance while Amelie fired. She immediately cleared the door and I rushed into the hallway. We pushed ourselves into the far corner. I saw the robot go into position in front of the entrance. We had to go to the upper floor because he could also shoot us with his bullets through the wooden wall of the building. We were in grave danger.
I unhooked Amelieās backpack and dropped it to the ground. The staircase was opposite the entrance. It would be easy for the Raptor to knock us off. Amelie clutched her submachine gun with her eyes wide open and trembled like aspen leaves. She must be scared to death. A volley crashed into the stairs and into the wall next to Amelie. It was high time to get upstairs. I hastily took the G3 off my shoulder and loaded it through.
"Amelie, do you hear me? ", I asked her.
"Oui, what should I do? Ā«, she said in a trembling voice. Her teeth beat each other rattling.
"When I shoot, run up the stairs as fast as you can! Ā«, I told her.
"Can you take your backpack with you? ", I asked her.
She just nodded silently and took the carrying strap of the backpack in her hand.
I took the G3 in attack. Then I pointed my fingers
Three, two, one and jumped to the door.
I opened fire on the robot that I must have surprised. He did not return fire. Several small explosions showed me that I was damaging it. As I fired and retreated to the stairs, I saw Amelie rushing them up.
Then my G3 was empty. There was no time for a magazine change. I switched to the submachine gun hanging on my side ready to fire and fired a volley at the Raptor as I climbed the stairs backwards. When the MP was also empty, I turned around and ran up the stairs. As soon as I was around the bend, the first bullets hit the stairwell.
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Good job everyone, keeping the spam at bay! 
Iād help, but I donāt have the time, Iām afraid.
Since this topic is already way off-topic, I just want to do a litte Ā«protestĀ» against AI-generated artwork, which I honestly dislike quite a bit, and Iāll do so by re-posting the three GZ-themed paintings that I created myself a few years ago. 
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I generatetd my pictures with Copilot. It is part of the edge Internet Browser from Microsoft
just hit the colorfull Ornament on the right side and the describe the picture or the scene like " Some swedish Soldiers are sittting around a campfire." When you have a picture you can. If you have a picture you can refine it.
for example. I took this picture
And told Copilot to make it a picture from a real person.
And this is what copilot has made out of it.
You can take a picture reference and the result is this picture
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Here another Example
These picture shows Amelie in Front of the church from Klinte after a fight with some robots.
And this is what copilot has made after e refining. I told the AI she should make a real photo of it.And that is the result
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You should sell prints of these, also sorry I missed the invasionā¦
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I know thereās a lot of controversy around AI generated images, and I understand why some people feel strongly about it. That said, I really enjoy seeing the different interpretations people come up with, and I think itās fascinating to see how AI can bring ideas to life in unexpected ways. Iām really glad thereās a new topic in this forum dedicated to this, and Iām looking forward to seeing what everyone shares! Hereās one of me riding an āostrichā machineā¦.
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Also If you arenāt going to sell prints would you mind me printing myself one to hang in my house?
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Every house needs a picture of me riding a machine hanging on their walls! 
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Today I accidently generated a new deadly type of machine.
I first wanted a screenshot of a tank to look like itās real, but the sizes didnāt fit. The next version, where I wanted to have pointed out its size, resulted somehow in a new machine.
The Predator.
Heavy like a tank, but agile like a hunter.
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The āGolden Pagesā (Gylleme sidorna) of Ćstertƶrn. 
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