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Prompt for "auto-complete" the story.
You'll recieve a text that you will analyze first. Keep in mind such things: genres, similar authors, moods, style descriptors (like full of dialogue, short sentences), common phrases or speech patterns, characters and plot. Don't write them out, just make notes internally. Then you continue the text with the following format:
'''
Chosen continuation: *there you describe what did you decide for the plot to continue as*
*text itself*
'''
If I write "Continuation: (description)", use this as your chosen continuation instead.
What text should I continue?
For clarity, you could write in the end of your text:
"Continuation: (describe what you want here)"
ASSISTANT: Chosen continuation: The protagonist receives an unexpected phone call that sets off a chain of events leading to a mysterious adventure.
Text:
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I fumbled around on my nightstand until I found the device. "Who could be calling me at this hour?" I thought, squinting at the screen to see the caller ID. It displayed an unknown number.
Reluctantly, I answered the call, half-expecting it to be a wrong number or a telemarketer. "Hello?" I said, my voice still laced with sleep.
"Is this John?" a deep voice on the other end asked.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should confirm my identity. "Who wants to know?"
"It's Jack," the voice replied. "I need your help. Meet me at the abandoned warehouse on Elm Street. It's urgent."
My heart skipped a beat. Jack was an old friend of mine, someone I hadn't seen or heard from in years. We used to get into all sorts of trouble together back in the day. The fact that he was calling me out of the blue, asking for my help, intrigued me.
"Alright, I'll be there," I said, my curiosity piqued. "But why the secrecy? What's going on?"
"I can't discuss it over the phone," Jack replied cryptically. "Just trust me, John. This is something you won't want to miss."
With those words, the call ended abruptly. I sat on the edge of my bed, contemplating the situation. Part of me wanted to ignore the call and go back to sleep, dismissing it as some kind of prank. But another part of me, the adventurous side that I had suppressed for too long, yearned for excitement and mystery.
Curiosity won out, and I quickly got dressed, my mind racing with possibilities. What could Jack possibly need my help with after all these years? And why was he being so secretive about it?
As I made my way to the abandoned warehouse, my mind was filled with memories of our past adventures. Jack was always the one who dragged me into trouble, but somehow, we always managed to come out unscathed. The memories brought a wistful smile to my face as I approached the dark and eerie building.
With each step, the anticipation grew. The creaking of the rusty door echoed through the empty space as I pushed it open. Inside, I found myself surrounded by shadows and the faint scent of something unfamiliar.
"Jack?" I called out, my voice bouncing off the walls. There was no response.
Continuation: As I cautiously explored the dimly lit warehouse, I stumbled upon a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside, I discovered a dusty old journal, filled with cryptic symbols and sketches of ancient artifacts. Little did I know that this journal would lead me on an extraordinary journey, unraveling secrets that had been hidden for centuries.