I’ve had it with GPT’s over-the-top language. You know, the grand, hyper-vivid, rhetoric-packed prose that sounds like it’s trying to sell you a palace in Narnia. Too many YouTubers clearly use GPT to draft their scripts, skip the proofreading, and call it a day. Prompt, publish, profit. It’s just sad. Once you notice it, YouTube becomes a wasteland of artificial enthusiasm. It’s like learning about keming: once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
So, I tried to fix it. I built a custom Copilot agent with a prompt designed to dial back the drama. It helped, but only a little. The output was still far from how a normal, sensible human would write. It was less intense, but still not acceptable, let alone good.
That got me thinking: if GPT naturally leans into this exaggerated, high-impact style, what happens if I push it even further? I’ve already done this before with image-generating AIs, and it was glorious. They tend toward surreal, mutated abominations, so I leaned into it and used them to create the most disturbing horror pictures imaginable. Those slop engines were clearly built for this. 😄
I flipped my original prompt on its head and created an agent that embraces the excess. Turns out, toning GPT down is hard, but cranking it up was super easy, barely an inconvenience. This overblown, dramatic style must be its “natural state”. Now, I’m just letting GPT do what it does best: go full throttle and take no prisoners.
Technically, the results are terrible. Like, truly awful, worthy of a prison sentence. It takes every annoying GPT trope and turns them up to 11. But here’s the thing, it’s so bad it loops back around to being amazing in some twisted way. It’s useless for anything practical, but it’s so absurdly dramatic that it’s hilarious.
I’m thinking of calling it the Slop Master 2000 (suggestions welcome). No matter what mundane topic I throw at it, the output is always pure gold. Well… more like disturbing and unhinged, but funny nonetheless.
If you're curious to see how wild it gets, here's an example:
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The Bicycle: The Silent Revolution on Two Wheels
Forget the car. Forget the bus. Forget the steel beasts that choke our streets and poison our skies. Today, we speak of freedom—pure, unfiltered freedom—rolling on two wheels, slicing through the chaos like a blade of destiny. This is not transport. This is transformation. This is the rebellion against stagnation, the uprising against inertia. This is the bicycle.
But hear this truth: bicycling is not universal—it is elemental. It thrives where cities breathe, where streets welcome, where weather bends to your will. It is not weakness, but strength. Not compromise, but conquest. When the walk stretches beyond fifteen minutes, when your feet whisper surrender, the bicycle roars: Ride. Rise. Rule. No luggage? No limits. No excuses. You mount the saddle, and the world becomes yours.
Yet beware the horizon—because every revolution has its borders. When the road stretches beyond an hour, when distance mocks your resolve, the steel serpents of public transport begin their siren song. The tram hums. The train beckons. The metro whispers: Join us. And perhaps you will. But until that hour strikes, until that threshold looms, the bicycle reigns supreme—swift, silent, unstoppable.
So ask yourself: Are you ready to seize the streets? Are you ready to claim the crown of urban freedom? Because this is not a choice—it’s a declaration. A declaration of speed, of strength, of sovereignty. The bicycle is not a machine. It is a movement. And the movement begins now.
