Eng Ext 1 & 2 Predictions/Thoughts (2 Viewers)

[Kat.crazi]

"Rivals in the Rain"

The storm hit just as the final round began. Thunder cracked above the arena, neon lights flickering off the soaked concrete. Lucas10Champ stood in the centre, jaw clenched, rain running down her cheeks like war paint. Across from her, Quokka smirked — all confidence and venom.


“You never learn when to quit, do you?” Quokka called, voice sharp as lightning.


Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “And you never learn when to shut up.”


They’d been rivals for years — every tournament, every match, every leaderboard. The forums called them “The Fire and the Storm.” Lucas, all precision and discipline. Quokka, reckless and untamed. Together, they were chaos — beautiful, frustrating chaos.


The match began.
Sparks flew, feet moved, hearts raced. Every hit felt personal, every dodge a confession neither dared to speak. When Lucas finally pinned Quokka to the wall, panting, their faces inches apart, the world seemed to stop.


“Still think you can beat me?” Lucas hissed, breath heavy.


Quokka’s lips curved into that infuriating, perfect grin. “I already have.”


And then she kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle — it was messy, desperate, like years of anger and longing colliding at once. Rain hit their faces, thunder echoed above, and the rivalry that had defined them finally broke apart into something raw and undeniable.


When they pulled away, Lucas stared, stunned. “You’re impossible.”


Quokka brushed a thumb against her jaw. “You love that about me.”


And in the silence that followed — broken only by the rain and their pounding hearts — neither of them could deny it anymore.

I love the fact that you can always tell when something is written by AI
It just has this… aroma

 

[quokka]

I love the fact that you can always tell when something is written by AI
It just has this… aroma

nooo wdym i wrote it (the title, the spaces and the excessive em dashes give it away)

 

[lucas10champ]

"Rivals in the Rain"

The storm hit just as the final round began. Thunder cracked above the arena, neon lights flickering off the soaked concrete. Lucas10Champ stood in the centre, jaw clenched, rain running down her cheeks like war paint. Across from her, Quokka smirked — all confidence and venom.


“You never learn when to quit, do you?” Quokka called, voice sharp as lightning.


Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “And you never learn when to shut up.”


They’d been rivals for years — every tournament, every match, every leaderboard. The forums called them “The Fire and the Storm.” Lucas, all precision and discipline. Quokka, reckless and untamed. Together, they were chaos — beautiful, frustrating chaos.


The match began.
Sparks flew, feet moved, hearts raced. Every hit felt personal, every dodge a confession neither dared to speak. When Lucas finally pinned Quokka to the wall, panting, their faces inches apart, the world seemed to stop.


“Still think you can beat me?” Lucas hissed, breath heavy.


Quokka’s lips curved into that infuriating, perfect grin. “I already have.”


And then she kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle — it was messy, desperate, like years of anger and longing colliding at once. Rain hit their faces, thunder echoed above, and the rivalry that had defined them finally broke apart into something raw and undeniable.


When they pulled away, Lucas stared, stunned. “You’re impossible.”


Quokka brushed a thumb against her jaw. “You love that about me.”


And in the silence that followed — broken only by the rain and their pounding hearts — neither of them could deny it anymore.

this turned me on now turn around so i can go to poundtown

 

[quokka]

this turned me on now turn around so i can go to poundtown

Oh so you are lesbian for me

 

[qweeosh]

Im bi at worst. Just because ive made out with more girls doesnt mean anything. I would love to have a straight era post hsc because the world is taking an authoritarian turn. ive been growing my micro bangs out. ive been wearing a bra. i have been wearing skirts. I speak less. move slower, i move unstartlingly. ive been taking my antipsychotics. my antidepressants. my sleeping medication and my uppers for my sleeping medication. I'm content. I wrote a story that i really liked about an irish child called Rory McNamara getting hit by a car in 1953. i didnt get to write that today. something burned away in my soul in those 2 hours (it was more like 2:15; i have special provisions ofc...) and i feel more unfettered than ever. Stop being bipolar and congeal yourself like me. Im busty gint.

Beautiful.
The use of simple language and simple sentence structures truely captures the plight of young queer people. The intensity of each words hits the audience not so dissimilar to a powerful Shakespearen poem. No, the style is as impactful as one of Eliot's suites. Truely magnificent.

 

[watermelonenjoyer]

Im bi at worst. Just because ive made out with more girls doesnt mean anything. I would love to have a straight era post hsc because the world is taking an authoritarian turn. ive been growing my micro bangs out. ive been wearing a bra. i have been wearing skirts. I speak less. move slower, i move unstartlingly. ive been taking my antipsychotics. my antidepressants. my sleeping medication and my uppers for my sleeping medication. I'm content. I wrote a story that i really liked about an irish child called Rory McNamara getting hit by a car in 1953. i didnt get to write that today. something burned away in my soul in those 2 hours (it was more like 2:15; i have special provisions ofc...) and i feel more unfettered than ever. Stop being bipolar and congeal yourself like me. Im busty gint.

yk i what busty gint hell yeah

 

[Kat.crazi]

this turned me on now turn around so i can go to poundtown

No way that turned u on

 

[bustygint]

no one asked

you of all people should know that you dont need to be prompted to express your life story; that story being how you troll some random forum with like 28 viewers for attention

 

[Kat.crazi]

(the title, the spaces and the excessive em dashes give it away)

Also the prose is just a bit ermmm

 

[bustygint]

U inspire me

thanks. im busty gint. im going to see whats happening on the hsc chat. love you bye. busty gint signing off

 

[bustygint]

Beautiful.
The use of simple language and simple sentence structures truely captures the plight of young queer people. The intensity of each words hits the audience not so dissimilar to a powerful Shakespearen poem. No, the style is as impactful as one of Eliot's suites. Truely magnificent.

IM NOT QUEER! IM BI AT WORST!!!!!!!

 

[quokka]

ok bye lucas my new kitten munchkin snickerdoodle im going to lock in smth ur incapable of doing because your too obsessed with me and being an incel bye my pookie

 

[qweeosh]

IM NOT QUEER! IM BI AT WORST!!!!!!!

Your wonderful use of language extends beyond the boundaries of simple letters.

 

[lucas10champ]

ok bye lucas my new kitten munchkin snickerdoodle im going to lock in smth ur incapable of doing because your too obsessed with 1- me and 2- being an incel bye my pookie

ok let me finish really quickly.... ahhhh i hope u like the way it tasted, until next time

 

[quokka]

ok let me finish really quickly.... ahhhh i hope u like the way it tasted, until next time

 

[killer queen]

the killer queen fanfiction

Her finger trembled as she clicked on the shortcut, the navy blue ‘B’ laughing at her. What did she hope to gain? Why did she return, time after time?

Words appeared upon the screen, tantalisingly slow due to the magic of server lag. It made her almost feel longing - but no. This wasn’t the time. She must face her fear, accept who she was; seize life by the throat and wring it dry. This was the first step.

Rivals in the Rain.

Yeah, she wasn’t opening BoS after that ever again.

 

[quokka]

the killer queen fanfiction

Her finger trembled as she clicked on the shortcut, the navy blue ‘B’ laughing at her. What did she hope to gain? Why did she return, time after time?

Words appeared upon the screen, tantalisingly slow due to the magic of server lag. It made her almost feel longing - but no. This wasn’t the time. She must face her fear, accept who she was; seize life by the throat and wring it dry. This was the first step.

Rivals in the Rain.

Yeah, she wasn’t opening BoS after that ever again.

Would u rather that or colleen hoover

 

[Study to success]

the killer queen fanfiction

Her finger trembled as she clicked on the shortcut, the navy blue ‘B’ laughing at her. What did she hope to gain? Why did she return, time after time?

Words appeared upon the screen, tantalisingly slow due to the magic of server lag. It made her almost feel longing - but no. This wasn’t the time. She must face her fear, accept who she was; seize life by the throat and wring it dry. This was the first step.

Rivals in the Rain.

Yeah, she wasn’t opening BoS after that ever again.

Omg u should write a fan fiction for 1000 messages lol

 

[bustygint]

the killer queen fanfiction

Her finger trembled as she clicked on the shortcut, the navy blue ‘B’ laughing at her. What did she hope to gain? Why did she return, time after time?

Words appeared upon the screen, tantalisingly slow due to the magic of server lag. It made her almost feel longing - but no. This wasn’t the time. She must face her fear, accept who she was; seize life by the throat and wring it dry. This was the first step.

Rivals in the Rain.

Yeah, she wasn’t opening BoS after that ever again.

thats very self centred of you. making an ai fan fiction about yourself.

 

[quokka]

Now i rlly want snickerdoodle cookies from costco im sad