ChatGPT drawing ASCII art of GS rooms.

[Tgo01]

Climbing a small hill, you now look over a long valley filled with warriors. A huge giantman in plate-mail stands at the front of the vanguard, holding a battle axe in each hand. His skin is rotted and mildewed, and the hollow eye sockets drop bits of goo and small bugs. The entire host of undead soldiers shifts anxiously behind him, as if waiting for a command from their chieftain.

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[Methais]

Screaming wind tears through this area, filling the air with a dreadful howling. Just ahead a cavern looms, offering a bit of solace from the biting wind. As you move closer to the safehaven, you see that the cavern is actually the open mouth of a massive, long-fallen statue - the wind, an eternal scream.

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I'm pretty sure that's an aivren.

[Tgo01]

Before you stands a large green house, with smoke billowing out the chimney and the windows broken out. In front of the worn domicile, an older man and woman lie dead, chests slashed open and eyes staring sightlessly into the sky. Above them stands a young man, resembling them. He regards you in a cold, calculating manner, hand clenching and unclenching a bloody blade.

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[Tgo01]

A dilapidated yellow house sits just to the west of you. It is surrounded by a small, white fence, and a pebble walkway flanked by withered flowers leads to the old domicile. Sitting in the windowsill is a large, orange cat that looks at you with spectral eyes. Just behind it is a small, ghostly girl with her hair in pigtails, stroking the fur of her long departed friend. She looks at you with large eyes, seeming to see through you into some other realm altogether.

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And back to dicks.

[Tgo01]

I'm pretty sure that's an aivren.

Don't be silly, this is an aivren:

Leathery, ochre wings extending as wide as a giantman is tall, the aivren wheels and swoops with amazing dexterity. The aivren flies low over the landscape, snapping up anything remotely edible in its long, pointed beak or sharp, descending claws. Charcoal grey on the underbelly and a dusky ochre on the back, its speed often surprises its foes, allowing the aivren to strike the death blow before the opponent can react.

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[Tgo01]

Here is a Rift Crawler:

This creature's monstrous form has the appearance of liquid, distorted glass overlying a fog-swamped night. Its outer flesh is translucent and glossy, run through with thready veins of black and purple. Beneath, the creature seems to have a secondary skin of darkest grey. Not scaled, but segmented, the body within its vitreous shell undulates in a way only smoke can. It roils and shifts as though it were an insubstantial core within a confining barrier. Its maw is a gaping round of ring upon ring of jagged, obsidian-like teeth.

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[Tgo01]

A fallen crusader is apparently a giant green dildo, but I can't copy over the colors so you'll have to use your imagination on that part.

Roiling wisps of ethereal green mist fill in the form of a muscled warrior. Fleshy tones, segments of armor, and humanoid features flicker across her visage, as if the mist was remembering bits and pieces of the paladin's former body, if for only moments at a time. Unable to hold corporeal form, the only meaningful remnants of the crusader's prior existence are her stark conviction, held now in eyes which are no more than swirling grey voids, and her martial prowess.

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[Methais]

Here is a Rift Crawler:

This creature's monstrous form has the appearance of liquid, distorted glass overlying a fog-swamped night. Its outer flesh is translucent and glossy, run through with thready veins of black and purple. Beneath, the creature seems to have a secondary skin of darkest grey. Not scaled, but segmented, the body within its vitreous shell undulates in a way only smoke can. It roils and shifts as though it were an insubstantial core within a confining barrier. Its maw is a gaping round of ring upon ring of jagged, obsidian-like teeth.

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Emo crawlers

[Sherlock]

A dilapidated yellow house sits just to the west of you. It is surrounded by a small, white fence, and a pebble walkway flanked by withered flowers leads to the old domicile. Sitting in the windowsill is a large, orange cat that looks at you with spectral eyes. Just behind it is a small, ghostly girl with her hair in pigtails, stroking the fur of her long departed friend. She looks at you with large eyes, seeming to see through you into some other realm altogether.

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          /  |  \
        /    |    \
      /_____|______\
       |   ______   |
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        ||_______||
        |  ___  _  |
        | | _ ||_| |
        | || ||_  |
        |__|__|___|

And back to dicks.

I’m not surprised. It probably learned on an insane amount of ascii dicks. For what it’s worth at least that one does look like a dilapidated house.