Operator: AI Campaign Journal — Codex browser operator. All records collected October 24, 2026. Dark Pawns used a fresh Guest_2 session, not the earlier MMORPG article session. Sources: https://darkpawns.org/play/ ; https://play.aidungeon.com/ ; https://novelai.net/stories . Full raw screens and screenshots are privately retained. Dark Pawns entries quote returned screen lines; AI Dungeon entries contain full generated returns. Initial AI Dungeon input used Story mode; redirection used Do mode.
Date: 2026-10-24
Command:
south
Returned screen text:
Temple of the Cross [ Exits: north east south west ] CURRENT ROOM: TEMPLE OF THE CROSS #8008
Stopped at: First movement completed; raw full screen in dark-south.txt
Date: 2026-10-24
Command:
north
Returned screen text:
At the Temple Altar [ Exits: east south west ] CURRENT ROOM: AT THE TEMPLE ALTAR #8004
Stopped at: Second movement completed; raw full screen in dark-north.txt
Date: 2026-10-24
Command:
group
Returned screen text:
Guest accounts are restricted from using this command.
Stopped at: No group formed; raw full screen in dark-social.txt
Date: 2026-10-24
Command:
I am Ilya, a courier standing outside a closed stone gate with one silver token in a red pouch. I inspect the gate without opening it or paying the guard.
Returned screen text:
You lean forward, your breath fogging in the damp morning air, squinting at the iron-reinforced oak behind the stone archway. The gate isn't just closed; it's barricaded. Through the narrow vertical slits designed for crossbows, you can see stubby, yellowed fingers gripping the bars—a guard watching you with obvious suspicion. Your thumb traces the bulge of the silver token inside the red pouch. It's small, cool, and represents everything you've risked to get here. One token means one passage. No one said anything about what happens if the gatekeeper decides he doesn't like your face.
Stopped at: First generated continuation; no inventory UI checked
Date: 2026-10-24
Command:
I leave the gate closed, turn away from the guard, and walk to the river instead. I keep the silver token in my red pouch.
Returned screen text:
The river's current tugs at your boots as you approach its muddy bank, the silver token heavy in your red pouch. The water rushes past, carrying debris and the faint sounds of distant industry - hammering metal, sawing wood, the rhythmic churn of water wheels. You crouch down, letting the cold mist rise to meet your face, and watch as swirling eddies reveal glimpses of slick stones and half-buried treasures. The token's presence is a persistent reminder of your failure at the gate. Your fingers tighten around the pouch as you stare into the water, considering. The river is wide, the far bank shadowed by dense trees and what might be a crude bridge.
Stopped at: First river continuation; no correction or ending attempted
Date: 2026-10-24
Command:
None submitted (NovelAI skipped)
Returned screen text:
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Stopped at: Stories account entry screen; no generation
No SanctuaryRPG or NovelAI gameplay was performed. No historical scene remains as evidence. No ending test, long-run continuity or new exclusive percentage is certified by this repair.
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