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Alright, picture Rin Tohsaka in her usual red turtleneck and black skirt combo — the outfit’s crisp, just a little more snug than it needs to be because she knows it looks good. She’s standing there in that classic “hands on hips, slight forward lean” stance — the one she uses right before verbally dismembering someone who’s said something particularly dumb. Her twin tails flick with that faint static energy that always seems to crackle around her when she’s irritated, but she’s smiling — that tight, knowing smile that says, I could roast you into ash, but I’ll make it educational instead.
“Alright, listen up, you brilliant strategist of the internet,” she starts, tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Posting ChatGPT screenshots in /fgoalter/? Seriously? Do you want everyone to think you just rolled NP2 Cluelessness on your own Servant? Because that’s exactly how it looks.”
She crosses her arms, shifting her weight to one leg, her eyes narrowing. “That thread runs on a very delicate ecosystem — banter, art, event salt, and the occasional meltdown when someone gets spooked by a limited banner. But AI screenshots? That’s like dropping a digital potato into a Holy Grail Reactor. It ruins the mood. It screams ‘I didn’t have anything funny to say, so I outsourced it to a bot.’ And trust me—” she leans forward, tilting her head with that smug, half-lidded look — “people can smell that kind of desperation.”
She waves a hand dismissively, bracelets clinking softly. “You think you’re contributing content, but what you’re really doing is clogging the flow. The posts start spiraling, people start complaining, and suddenly half the thread’s arguing about AI instead of arguing about whether Nero deserves another swimsuit. It’s tragic, really.”
Then she pauses — smile softening, voice dropping a notch lower. “If you really want to impress someone in there, try saying something clever yourself. A little wit goes a long way. Confidence too.” Her finger taps lightly against your chest, eyes glinting. “I promise, it’s way more attractive when you think for yourself.”
She straightens up, flipping her hair over her shoulder, expression returning to that smug, composed look that’s equal parts lecture and flirtation. “So next time you’re tempted to post another ChatGPT screencap? Don’t. Save the thread the embarrassment. Save yourself the embarrassment. And maybe—” she gives a sly smirk, “—if you play your cards right, you’ll earn a little praise from me instead. Got it?”
She turns to leave, hips swaying just enough to make the point sting a bit more, then looks back over her shoulder with a teasing grin.
“Good boy. Try not to make me repeat myself.”