User blog:Robotguy39/Never use a short story generator. Why? Example:

Robotguy39 looked at the Broken Cloner in his hands and felt Sad.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Sinister surroundings. He had always loved Dark The Establishment with its skinny, shredded Smoke. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of. was a Powerful Coward with Dirty Arms and Grubby Eyes.

Robotguy39 gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an Evil, Horrid, Latte drinker with Wounded Arms and Scarred Eyes. His friends saw him as a deafening, determined Demon. Once, he had even saved a charming Humanity that was stuck in a drain.

But not even an Evil person who had once saved a charming Humanity that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what had in store today.

The Storm teased like Running Humans, making Robotguy39 Murderous.

As Robotguy39 stepped outside and came closer, he could see the grotesque smile on his face.

"I am here because I want forgiveness," bellowed, in a Stupid tone. He slammed his fist against Robotguy39's chest, with the force of 4666 Wolves. "I frigging hate you, Robotguy39 ."

Robotguy39 looked back, even more Murderous and still fingering the Broken Cloner. ", you underestimate me," he replied.

They looked at each other with Horrified feelings, like two tired, talented Tigers Screaming at a very Dark accident, which had piano music playing in the background and two Sinister uncles Rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, lunged forward and tried to punch Robotguy39 in the face. Quickly, Robotguy39 grabbed the Broken Cloner and brought it down on 's skull.

's Dirty Arms trembled and his Grubby Eyes wobbled. He looked Scared, his body raw like a small, sour Sword.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later was dead.

Robotguy39 went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Latte.

THE END