Images created with AI, something to do on a cold and very windy morning!
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Neat. I don’t understand it but looks good.
Makes some pretty pictures.
Real intelligence would be preferred.
Nice images. The problem with such is people who are going to think they're real.
Amazing 
Wouldn't beaver sides be more appropriate in a mountain man picture instead of white tail deer hides?
So much for AI.
Sorry Dude
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That's in short supply these days. Cool scenes though.
Banjoman
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You can’t believe nothing you hear and only half of what you see.
Cool pictures though.
Cool pictures though.
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Buckskin was used for outerwear. Looks like at least one or two of them are wearing some sort of buckskin clothing. If you are 100 miles from anywhere to get wool or linen replacements they would wear buckskin. It needs to be hung, stretched, dried, and scraped.
Wait until you see my epic battle with a grizzly, a war party of Blackfoot and a blizzard, and that was all before noon....
That's really scary, what you can do that isn't real.
Here's what you can do with AI. Enjoy the video and keep thinking this is what future generations will know about Hawken Rifles.
Here's what you can do with AI. Enjoy the video and keep thinking this is what future generations will know about Hawken Rifles.
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Erwan
50 Cal.
Ah, my friends, let me tell you a story like you've never heard before. It was a chilly morning, just like this one, in the majestic Rocky Mountains. The sun hadn't yet reached its zenith, and already I'd had an adventure I'll never forget.
It all began as I walked through a dense forest in search of game. Suddenly, a muffled growl sounded behind me. I turned and saw a huge grizzly bear, its piercing eyes fixed on me. My heart was pounding, but I knew I had to act fast. I raised my rifle, took aim and fired. The grizzly roared in pain, but he wasn't defeated yet. He charged, and I had to dodge his powerful kicks. After a fierce struggle, I finally managed to bring him down.
But my adventure was just beginning. Just as I was catching my breath, I heard voices. A group of Blackfoot appeared, their faces painted in bright colors. They were suspicious, but I knew a few words of their language. I spoke to them respectfully, and after a tense moment, they agreed to let me pass. Their leader even gave me an amulet for protection.
I thought the worst was behind me, but the sky began to darken. A blizzard was rising, and I had to find shelter. Icy winds whipped at my face, and snow covered everything. I took refuge in a cave, lit a fire and waited for the storm to pass. The hours seemed endless, but I knew I had to hold on.
And then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the blizzard subsided. The sun peeked through the clouds, and I knew I had survived. It wasn't even noon yet, and I'd already faced a grizzly bear, a group of Blackfoot, and a blizzard. An epic morning, my friends, an epic morning.”
The man smiled, his eyes shining with pride, as the campfire crackled softly and several companions around him listened.
That's exactly how it was, later that same day I was killed in an avalanche!
That's a neat story, but it's sad, or disheartening, or something like that, that it wasn't written by a person, that it's just the programming that was previously input by someone who has probably never sat around a campfire. In America. With a rifle.Ah, my friends, let me tell you a story like you've never heard before. It was a chilly morning, just like this one, in the majestic Rocky Mountains. The sun hadn't yet reached its zenith, and already I'd had an adventure I'll never forget.
It all began as I walked through a dense forest in search of game. Suddenly, a muffled growl sounded behind me. I turned and saw a huge grizzly bear, its piercing eyes fixed on me. My heart was pounding, but I knew I had to act fast. I raised my rifle, took aim and fired. The grizzly roared in pain, but he wasn't defeated yet. He charged, and I had to dodge his powerful kicks. After a fierce struggle, I finally managed to bring him down.
But my adventure was just beginning. Just as I was catching my breath, I heard voices. A group of Blackfoot appeared, their faces painted in bright colors. They were suspicious, but I knew a few words of their language. I spoke to them respectfully, and after a tense moment, they agreed to let me pass. Their leader even gave me an amulet for protection.
I thought the worst was behind me, but the sky began to darken. A blizzard was rising, and I had to find shelter. Icy winds whipped at my face, and snow covered everything. I took refuge in a cave, lit a fire and waited for the storm to pass. The hours seemed endless, but I knew I had to hold on.
And then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the blizzard subsided. The sun peeked through the clouds, and I knew I had survived. It wasn't even noon yet, and I'd already faced a grizzly bear, a group of Blackfoot, and a blizzard. An epic morning, my friends, an epic morning.”
The man smiled, his eyes shining with pride, as the campfire crackled softly and several companions around him listened.
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Thanks for the example.
I agree with the previous post: It's the Devil!
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We are entering an era where you will not be able to trust anything you see on the internet.
It's both fascinating and sad. The Internet was supposed to put the knowledge of the world at our fingertips.
Already on facebook I see pictures like this and others, clearly generated by AI, and people are commenting up a storm about them who clearly think they are real.
It's both fascinating and sad. The Internet was supposed to put the knowledge of the world at our fingertips.
Already on facebook I see pictures like this and others, clearly generated by AI, and people are commenting up a storm about them who clearly think they are real.
Pretty soon AI will tell us how to clean our muzzleloaders….will it use plain water or dish soap??????
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Ah, my friends, let me tell you a story like you've never heard before. It was a chilly morning, just like this one, in the majestic Rocky Mountains. The sun hadn't yet reached its zenith, and already I'd had an adventure I'll never forget.
It all began as I walked through a dense forest in search of game. Suddenly, a muffled growl sounded behind me. I turned and saw a huge grizzly bear, its piercing eyes fixed on me. My heart was pounding, but I knew I had to act fast. I raised my rifle, took aim and fired. The grizzly roared in pain, but he wasn't defeated yet. He charged, and I had to dodge his powerful kicks. After a fierce struggle, I finally managed to bring him down.
But my adventure was just beginning. Just as I was catching my breath, I heard voices. A group of Blackfoot appeared, their faces painted in bright colors. They were suspicious, but I knew a few words of their language. I spoke to them respectfully, and after a tense moment, they agreed to let me pass. Their leader even gave me an amulet for protection.
I thought the worst was behind me, but the sky began to darken. A blizzard was rising, and I had to find shelter. Icy winds whipped at my face, and snow covered everything. I took refuge in a cave, lit a fire and waited for the storm to pass. The hours seemed endless, but I knew I had to hold on.
And then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the blizzard subsided. The sun peeked through the clouds, and I knew I had survived. It wasn't even noon yet, and I'd already faced a grizzly bear, a group of Blackfoot, and a blizzard. An epic morning, my friends, an epic morning.”
The man smiled, his eyes shining with pride, as the campfire crackled softly and several companions around him listened.
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That there is one odd-looking rifle.
