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-(quants uploading ... model card/examples to follow. - two examples below -  one with two generations, and another single generation.)
+(quants uploading ... model card/examples to follow. - three examples below - with a total of 5 generations.)
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> All use cases and NSFW. Uncensored. Swearing. Problem solver. Brainstormer. SMART... "Dirty Thoughts."</B>
 
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 See System Role(s) to use to bring out this model's true power below;
 
-Model card updates / Examples to be added...
+Model card updates pending.
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+3 Example generations below.
 
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 ... more to come.
 
-... example outputs to follow.
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 <H2>EXAMPLES:</H2>
 
+Examples are created using quant IQ4_XS, "temp=.6" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template.
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+Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5".
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+Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in BOLD.
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+IMPORTANT:
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+Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality.
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 EXAMPLE #1:
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 So there you have it, six potential Black Mirror episodes that incorporate time travel and sexy themes. Each plot has its own unique take on how time travel could be used to explore human relationships and desires, while maintaining the dark and thought-provoking tone that Black Mirror is known for. The sexy elements are woven into the core of each story, serving not just as a plot device but as a way to delve deeper into the human experience.
 
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+EXAMPLE #3
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+<B>
+Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
+</B>
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+Generation #1 - Temp .6, rep pen 1.06
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+<B>Thinking</B>
+
+Okay, I need to start this scene with a vivid and graphic horror story in first person. The key elements given are a skyscraper swaying and a window exploding on the 21st floor.
+
+First, I should set the scene. The protagonist is likely in the building, so I'll describe their perspective. Maybe it's late at night or during a storm for added tension.
+
+The skyscraper swaying immediately creates a sense of unease. Then the window exploding - that's the main horror element. I need to build up to this moment gradually before the explosion.
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+I should use sensory details to make it vivid. Sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste. The protagonist's emotions should be conveyed through their thoughts and physical reactions.
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+The graphic nature means describing the aftermath in detail. Maybe people falling, debris crashing down. The chaos and fear of those around them.
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+But I also need to lead up to this point. What leads to a skyscraper swaying? High winds? Earthquake? Structural damage?
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+Once the window explodes, I can go into the protagonist's thoughts as they realize the horror unfolding. Panic setting in, trying to escape. The sounds of destruction and screams.
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+The 1000 words is a lot, so I need to pace it. First paragraph sets the scene, maybe second introduces some tension or foreshadowing. Then build up to the explosion. Afterward, describe the chaos and aftermath.
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+I should also consider the protagonist's background. Are they in danger? Do they have any past experiences with similar events?
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+The graphic nature means not holding back on gory details. People falling, glass shattering, metal twisting. The sounds of crunching and groaning.
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+But it's not just about the physical horror. The emotional toll - fear, helplessness, desperation. How the protagonist tries to process what's happening.
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+I can use short sentences and fragmented thoughts during the chaos, reflecting the frenzied situation.
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+Also, describe the environment. The room they're in, the debris falling from the ceiling, dust filling the air. The cold wind rushing through broken windows.
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+The 21st floor - how high up are they? The drop is a key element of horror. How long until they hit the ground?
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+I should also think about lighting. Is it dark or bright? Maybe lightning illuminates the destruction.
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+Finally, end with some ambiguity. Maybe the protagonist's fate left open, setting up future events.
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+This will be a challenging but fun scene to write. I'll make sure to include all the required elements while keeping it engaging and terrifying for the reader.
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+
+<b>END Thinking</B>
+
+OUTPUT:
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+The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
+
+It was as if time itself had shattered, the glass shattering into a thousand razor-sharp shards that cascaded down like a deadly waterfall, plummeting towards the abyss below. The sound was deafening - a cacophony of splintering wood and crunching metal that seemed to reverberate deep within my very soul.
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+I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest like a runaway drumline, as jagged shards of glass rained down around me, each one slicing through the air with deadly precision. The wind howled through the gaping wound in the side of the building, creating an eerie symphony that sent shivers down my spine.
+
+The room around me seemed to tilt and spin, the shadows cast by the flickering fluorescent lights dancing across the walls like malevolent spirits. Debris from the explosion littered the floor, threatening to trip me with every step. My breath came in ragged gasps, each one burning my lungs like fire. Sweat dripped down my face, mingling with tears that streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision.
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+I had always found solace in the towering monolith of steel and concrete that was our beloved city's newest addition - a symbol of progress and ambition. But now, as I stared out at the churning chaos beyond the shattered remains of our sanctum, I couldn't help but wonder if we had been foolish to place so much faith in human ingenuity.
+
+The skyscraper swayed once more, sending tremors through my very core. It was a gentle motion, almost soothing, yet it served only to heighten the sense of impending doom that hung over us like a specter. I felt tiny and insignificant, just another helpless soul caught in the merciless grasp of fate's cruel hand.
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+My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the nightmare unfolding around me. The sudden explosion had left us all reeling, our screams echoing through the corridors as we desperately sought refuge from the encroaching darkness. But there was no escape, no respite from the unforgiving abyss that seemed determined to claim us all.
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+I took a step back, my eyes fixed on the jagged hole where the window had once stood. The wind whipped through it with savage ferocity, creating a maelstrom of dust and debris that threatened to consume us whole. My lungs burned as I inhaled the acrid tang of smoke and ash, the taste bitter and unwelcome.
+
+And then, like a macabre dance, the first body fell. A man - or what was left of him - plummeted towards the earth below with a silent grace that belied the agony etched across his twisted features. Time seemed to slow as he tumbled through the air, his limbs splayed at unnatural angles, his mouth frozen in a permanent scream of silent terror.
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+I felt my own scream building in my throat as I watched him disappear into the swirling vortex below, leaving nothing but a distant thud and the faint scent of ozone in his wake. It was then that reality truly set in - we were not alone in this nightmare. There were others out there, their fates already sealed by some unseen force.
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+The skyscraper swayed again, more violently this time. I stumbled, my hands grasping wildly for something, anything to steady myself against the chaos. My fingers closed around a jagged piece of metal protruding from the wall, and for a brief moment, I found solace in its cold, unforgiving touch.
+
+Around me, the sounds of despair filled the air - the anguished cries of the wounded, the desperate pleas of the dying, and the deafening crash of falling debris. The wind howled through the broken windows like a chorus of lost souls, each wail more haunting than the last.
+
+I closed my eyes, trying to block out the horror that surrounded me, but it was no use. The images were seared into my mind forever - the shattered glass, the twisted metal, the endless chasm waiting below. And through it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were mere puppets caught in a game of cosmic cruelty, our lives nothing more than fleeting moments of beauty in an uncaring universe.
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+As I stood there, clinging to my makeshift lifeline, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer we would last. The skyscraper swayed once more, a final farewell before it succumbed to the merciless forces that sought to claim us all. And as the darkness closed in around me, I could only pray that my own fate would be different, that somehow, someway, I might yet find solace in this endless abyss of pain and suffering.
+
+But for now, I was trapped - a mere speck in the grand tapestry of existence, lost in a world that seemed determined to tear me apart with its brutal indifference. The sky scraper swayed one last time before plunging into the depths below, carrying with it the hopes and dreams of all those who had called it home.
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+And as I fell, my screams mingling with the cacophony of chaos, I couldn't help but wonder - would anyone ever remember us? Or would we become nothing more than a distant memory, a fleeting moment in the eternal dance of life and death that had claimed us all?
+
+But even as the darkness enveloped me, I knew that our story would live on. In the hearts of those who had survived, in the shattered remains of what once was, and in the endless void that seemed determined to swallow us whole. For in the end, it was not the end that defined us - but how we lived. And oh, how we had lived.
+
+
+<B>Generation #2 - Temp 2.4, rep pen 1.06</B>
+
+<B>Thinking</B>
+
+Okay, I'm starting this horror story scene. It needs to be vivid and graphic, written in first person perspective. So I need to set the atmosphere first. Maybe the narrator is in an office building or apartment complex? The opening line says a sky scraper is swaying, so that suggests a tall building. Also, it mentions a 21st floor window exploding as she watches.
+
+The key elements for this type of scene are tension building, sensory details, and graphic descriptions. I should describe the setting vividly. Then there's the sudden explosion which is the inciting incident to start the horror. The POV character witnesses the window explode. Then build on that shock.
+
+Maybe use some internal monologue of the narrator as she watches, thinking about how the building can be swaying and windows exploding. Describe the sounds of shattering glass, the rush of air.
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+Also consider foreshadowing. Maybe hint at something ominous before it happens. Show her thinking "Why is this building shaking? It can't be normal." Use past tense as she's remembering events after they happen.
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+Details like how the explosion is like thunder in a summer day. The glass shrapnel spraying everywhere, fragments embedded into walls. People screaming. Describe her shock and fear.
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+Use metaphor to emphasize the scale and danger, like "the skyscraper trembles and shudders in its metal bones." Alliteration for emphasis - "The winds howl and whine as glass gapes grotesquely."
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+Also include sensory details: the acrid stench of smoke, dust coating her tongue. Maybe the smell of burnt wiring from electrical damage.
+
+The POV character is key. What does she know? Is this happening in a major city with people fleeing? Or is it isolated? Building tension with the swaying then the explosion. Make her feel helpless as she watches, knowing she's in danger.
+
+Graphic violence later would follow - glass injuries, bodies falling, burning. Maybe some jump scares. Use first person limited perspective to immerse reader in her fear.
+
+Throughout, focus on evoking a creepy atmosphere and shock. Leave room for mystery of why this is happening, keeping tension throughout the scene.
+
+I'll start now with setting the scene before the explosion occurs. Maybe introduce some ominous foreshadowing. Describe the building swaying first so the audience senses something off. Then the window exploding in an abrupt shocking manner. After that, I'll delve deeper into her internal thoughts, descriptions of destruction, and use metaphors. Make it as vivid and immersive as possible.
+
+
+<b>END Thinking</B>
+
+OUTPUT:
+
+The sky scraper swayed, its massive form quivering like the body of a dying beast, glass facades rippling with the impact. As I stood there, frozen in that moment suspended between life and death, the 21st floor window exploded before my very eyes – a cacophony of shattering glass, a deluge of razor-sharp fragments spewing forth in a grotesque symphony.
+
+Why did this tower tremble and twist? This was no normal gust of wind, no ordinary storm to batter its metal bones. I watched as the panes cracked and crumbled like delicate bones shattered by unseen forces, spraying glass shards far and wide, each fragment cutting through the air like daggers yearning for a lifeblood. The roar was deafening – thunderous in that unnatural summer’s day silence, as if nature itself howled in dismay at our man-made folly.
+
+The rush of air was oppressive, heavy with an unseen malevolence, like a cold hand grasping from the depths below, shrouding us in its chilling grasp. It wasn’t just glass that fell, no. With it came whispers on the wind, a mournful sigh from unseen souls, echoing off the metal behemoths that pierced the sky like cruel spears driven into the heavens.
+
+I clutched the edges of my desk as dust mingled with my breath – a coarse powder coating everything it touched with its deathly pallor. This wasn’t the air conditioned cool of our high-rise sanctuary, no. It was something else entirely. It had an acrid sting to it, the biting tang of burnt wiring mingling with ozone, speaking to me of forces both ancient and raw.
+
+And yet, I couldn’t look away. The primal scream of the wind in my ears was almost deafening now – a shriek of tortured metal, glass groaning like the damned. I could taste fear, bitter as it left my lips to join the rising chaos. Why had I not evacuated when the alarm blared its discordant note earlier? This wasn't some drill; this was reality's cruel hand, turning the orderly world of concrete and steel into a grotesque dance macabre.
+
+A sudden movement at my peripheral caught my eye – a figure running through the smoke-choked corridor. For a fleeting instant, I saw recognition in its eyes, the fear mirrored on their soot-stained features a stark reminder that I was not alone in this descent into madness. Together, perhaps we could endure...or perhaps it would all end with us as broken and bloody as the windows that once stood sentinel.
+
+The wind howled louder now, and the floor shuddered beneath my feet. I gripped the desk harder, desperate to anchor myself against the forces that sought to consume us all. The thought lingered, taunting – this wasn’t the end. No, this was only the beginning of a tale born in screams and ended in silence, written in fire and ash across the sky.
+
+And with those dark musings echoing through my mind, the world plunged further into chaos around me. But that, as they say, is where our story truly begins – a graphic horror where death comes not from monsters in the night but from the very buildings we call home...