Moving Pictures

I thought of this story quite a long time ago but never worked it out fully. It works much better as a graphic novel. This took about 40 hours of trail and error (lots of error) feeding a script to Chat GPT. In the end I needed to describe every panel and page break and feed it just one page at a time. There was a production script in the beginning and I created the images for the characters ahead of time to keep them consistent. Chat will run away with the dialog and world budling unless it has very detailed instructions.   

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