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 pipeline_tag: text-generation
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-(quants uploading, 1 example below (1,2,3 and 4 experts output shown) ; more examples to be added)
+(quants uploading, 2 examples below (1,2,3 and 4 experts output shown))
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B>
 
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 This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional.
 
-And it is fast: 48+ t/s (2 experts) on a low end 16GB card, IQ4XS. 
+And it is fast: 30+ t/s (2 experts) on a low end 16GB card, IQ4XS. 
 
 Double this speed for standard/mid-range video cards.
 
-Model can be used also for all genres (examples below showing this).
+Model can be used also for all genres.
 
 It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity.
 
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 It requires Llama3 template, Mistral, Alpaca and/or "Command-R" template.
 
-Several prompts and outputs below, including 2, 3, and 4.
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-Last example shows how to get the model to be a bit more... ahem raunchy and use of 1,2,3 and 4 experts.
+Several prompts and outputs below, including 1, 2, 3, and 4 experts activated.
 
 <B>Model Notes:</B>
 
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 With a final exhale of breath, I unlocked the door and let her in, the weight of our decisions resting heavily on our shoulders as we awaited the consequences of our actions.
 
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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...
+
+Examples below with 1, 2 ,3 and 4 experts activated.
+
+These examples show "the power" coming on as you activate more experts.
+</B>
+
+<B>
+Generation 1 (1 expert)
+</B>
+
+The skyscraper swayed, as if it were a delicate tower of cards about to topple at any moment. The sound of glass shattering in the distance made me clench my fists, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel my own pulse throbbing in my neck and forehead, my vision blurring as I focused on the window in front of me on the 21st floor. It had just exploded, sending shards of glass raining down to the streets below.
+
+My name is Isla, and I was one of the few remaining inhabitants of this once-thriving metropolis. The city had been overrun with a vile breed of parasites known as "The Infected." They were once human, but now they roamed the streets with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Their rapid decay and the grotesque mutations that followed made them all the more terrifying.
+
+I had taken refuge in this skyscraper, hoping to find a safe haven from the hordes of Infected that swarmed the city like a plague of locusts. I had found a mostly undamaged apartment on the 21st floor and made it my own. I had a stockpile of food and water, as well as a few weapons to help me fend off the Infected should they manage to break through the steel doors of my sanctuary.
+
+The building swayed again, and a groan escaped my lips as the shuddering caused my legs to tremble with fear. I had heard that the Infected were attracted to noise, so I did my best to remain silent and still. The fact that the skyscraper was still standing after the initial outbreak was a miracle in itself. I could only hope that the structural integrity would hold long enough for me to find a way out of this nightmare.
+
+As I watched the glass shards fall, I realized that the explosion was not an isolated event. The skyscraper's swaying became more pronounced, and I could hear the sounds of breaking glass, wood, and metal throughout the building. It was as if the parasites were systematically dismantling the very foundations of the skyscraper.
+
+The building's systems had been offline for years now, so I couldn't rely on the elevator to take me to the ground floor. Instead, I would have to navigate the stairs, avoiding any encounters with the Infected that might have infiltrated the building.
+
+I gathered my courage and moved from the safety of my apartment to the nearby stairwell. I could feel the vibrations of the skyscraper shaking as I made my way down floor by floor. The sight of the shattered windows on each level confirmed my worst fears. The parasites were working their way up the building, and I had no idea how long I would have to hide from them before I reached the ground floor.
+
+As I descended, I was confronted with a new horror. The Infected had broken through the walls of the stairwell, their decaying forms pressing against the glass that separated us. Their hollow, guttural moans were enough to paralyze me with fear. I could feel their eyes upon me, their hunger for my flesh palpable as they clawed at the glass, trying to get to me.
+
+My heart pounded in my chest as I continued my descent, each floor bringing me closer to the safety of the ground. I could hear the Infected following me, their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. The sound of breaking glass and collapsing walls became a constant reminder of the destruction they were wreaking on the once-mighty skyscraper.
+
+Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the ground floor. My legs shook with exhaustion as I stepped out into the open air, the cool breeze a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere of the building's interior. I could see the city's skyline in the distance, the shattered towers a testament to the chaos that had consumed the metropolis.
+
+My escape was short-lived, however, as I was met by a swarm of Infected that had gathered around the perimeter of the building. Their moans and guttural cries filled the air, and they converged upon me like a pack of wild animals.
+
+Desperate, I reached for my weapons, knowing full well that they were little more than a deterrent against the mindless horde. I fired a few rounds into the crowd, sending them scurrying back for a moment before their insatiable hunger brought them charging forward once more.
+
+I was surrounded on all sides, with the Infected closing in for the kill. I had no choice but to fight, my adrenaline coursing through my veins as I swung wildly with whatever weapons I had left. The Infected tore at my clothing and skin, their claws drawing blood as they relentlessly pursued me.
+
+Finally, after what felt like an eternity of combat, I was able to slip away unnoticed through a side alley. I ran as fast as my weary legs would carry me, leaving the city behind with the hope that one day, a cure would be found, and this nightmare would come to an end.
+
+
+<B>
+Generation 2 (2 expert)
+</B>
+
+My heart raced with every shuddering, creaking groan the ancient skyscraper emitted as it swayed to the unforgiving winds. The city below us had become a distant blur as we reached the precipice of our doom, with each passing second that doom drawing inexorably closer. I watched with bated breath the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode into a spray of shattered glass and rain, my heart aching at the futility of the situation.
+
+We were all trapped. The lower floors had long since succumbed to the raging storms and crumbling infrastructure, leaving us high above the city. We'd been stranded for over two days, our only link to the outside world a dying cellular network, providing false hope that help was on its way. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize we were on our own in the face of this impending disaster.
+
+In the silence that followed, my ears ringing from the explosion, the wind howling outside the cracked windows, a familiar odor tickled my nose, drawing me back from the abyss I had found myself slipping into. The scent was that of my grandmother's kitchen, of baking bread and boiling cabbage. In a moment of pure madness, my stomach growled at the reminder of simpler times when the world wasn't crumbling around me.
+
+My thoughts were shattered by a sudden jolt, as the skyscraper lunched sideways in a final, desperate attempt to withstand the storm. A shelf full of supplies crashed into the back of my head, knocking me off my feet and into darkness.
+
+When consciousness finally returned, the air was heavy with the scent of dust, decay, and fear. My vision was a blur, and I had trouble making sense of what was around me. The light streaming through the broken windows was harsh and unforgiving, revealing a scene from hell. My fellow survivors, reduced to little more than skeletons, were scrambling for what little supplies remained in the chaos.
+
+Desperation drove their every move as they tore into packages and devoured what little nourishment they could find. It was a vicious struggle for survival that left no time for compassion or reflection. As they fought over the last remaining bags of food, the building continued its death spiral. The sounds of shattering glass, creaking wood, and collapsing ceilings were constant and deafening, making it almost impossible to think clearly.
+
+Eventually, the noise grew so intense that conversation became impossible, reduced to nothing more than grunts, growls, and screams as we fought for the most basic necessities. With the power out, there was no hope for the elevators, leaving us to traverse the winding staircase in a mad scramble for safety. The floorboards beneath us cracked and splintered, causing the building to groan as we passed.
+
+The thought of making it to the ground was almost laughable. The streets below would be no safer than we were here, with power lines down, fires raging, and the threat of flash floods. No, our only hope for survival was to ride out the storm, even if that meant our final moments would be spent at the top of the world, in an ancient skyscraper teetering on the edge of oblivion.
+
+I had lost track of how many days had passed when, with one last shuddering sigh, the skyscraper crumpled like an aluminum can. We were hurled violently to the side as gravity claimed its prize. The air around me grew cold, and I heard a dull roar, as though an entire mountain range had been set alight. In a blink of an eye, I found myself flying through the air, a sudden calmness overtaking my terror.
+
+My final thoughts were a montage of my past, of happier times with my loved ones, my fears for my friends who might still be trapped in the city, and a single, all-encompassing understanding that the world had moved on, and there would be no going back to the life I once knew.
 
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+With one final thud, I impacted the unforgiving earth, my body a mess of broken bones and shattered flesh. My sight faded to black, as the roaring sounds of the inferno above slowly grew quiet, and my tortured soul was granted release.
+
+<B>
+Generation 3 (3 expert)
+</B>
+
+The skyscraper swayed, and I felt my stomach churn in response. I was perched on a ledge, my back pressed against the cold, metal surface. It was a terrifying vantage point from which to witness the destruction of my home. I clutched my purse tightly, hoping that the flimsy fabric would provide some level of protection against the impending doom.
+
+My attention was drawn to the window in front of me on the 21st floor, and I watched in horror as it exploded. The shards of glass rained down like a deadly blizzard, filling the air with a cacophony of breaking glass and piercing screams.
+
+I scrambled to my feet, the ledge swaying dangerously beneath me. My heart thumped against my chest in a desperate rhythm, and I knew I had to act quickly. I had to reach my family, to make sure they were okay.
+
+I took a deep breath, steadying myself as the building continued to shake. The skyscraper's foundations were being tested to their limits, and it was only a matter of time before the entire structure collapsed.
+
+With a renewed sense of urgency, I began to make my way down the side of the building, praying that the ledges would hold my weight. The skyscraper's swaying grew more and more violent, and I could feel my own panic rising with each step.
+
+As I descended, the glass shards thinned out, and I could finally see the ground below. It was a distant blur, but it represented my only chance at survival.
+
+I reached the 15th floor, where the ledges gave way to a series of fire escapes. Clinging to the rusted metal rungs, I made my way down the escape, praying that my hands wouldn't slip.
+
+By the time I reached the 10th floor, my legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I knew I was close to the breaking point. But I couldn't stop now. My family depended on me.
+
+The fire escape led to an external staircase, which I used to descend the remaining floors. The skyscraper's groans of pain grew louder with each step, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the whole structure gave way to gravity.
+
+I made it to the ground floor, my legs trembling uncontrollably. I stumbled out into the street, looking for a way to reach the subterranean levels where my family was surely taking shelter.
+
+The streets were a chaotic mess of fleeing people, broken glass, and overturned vehicles. I forced my way through the crowd, desperate to find my loved ones before it was too late.
+
+As I reached the underground parking lot, I could see the evacuation process was well underway. People were being herded into the safety of the subway system, but the lines were long, and panic was setting in among the throng.
+
+I searched frantically for my family, but the crowds made it difficult to find them. I called out their names, but the chaos drowned out my voice, and I couldn't be heard above the din.
+
+Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I spotted my husband among the crowd. He was standing in line with my children, all three of them wearing their panic on their faces.
+
+I pushed my way through the throng, my heart pounding in my chest. When I reached my family, I pulled them into a tight embrace, grateful to have found them before the skyscraper collapsed in a storm of rubble and ash.
+
+The earth shook as the final pieces of the skyscraper gave way, and we all knew that our lives would never be the same again. But for now, we had each other, and that was all that mattered.
+
+We joined the line to board the subway, my family clinging to me in fear. As we made our way underground, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. We were safe for the moment, but the world around us had changed, and we would have to adapt to survive the aftermath of the catastrophe that had just unfolded.
+
+
+<B>
+Generation 4 (4 expert)
+</B>
+
+I clutched my chest, the sudden eruption of glass and the resulting shudder of the towering edifice almost making my heart leap out of my body. The room spun violently, a combination of fear and dizziness overwhelming me. The once tranquil panorama outside the windows transformed into a haphazard chaos of twisted metal and shattered glass.
+
+My head swam as I struggled to remain upright, the room now listing to a horrific angle. A sudden scream from my left made my heart jump again, drawing my eyes away from the window and towards a small, cluttered area where the noise originated.
+
+There, my co-worker and friend, Melanie, was trying to grasp at something falling towards her. I watched in horror as a chunk of the wall gave way, releasing a cascade of bricks that buried Melanie alive. A look of surprise and panic etched her face as the debris crashed into her, her screams fading away under the roar of the building.
+
+Trembling, I turned to the door, desperate to find some way to escape the collapsing structure. My foot hit an upturned chair on my way out and I nearly tripped over the mess of overturned furniture. I managed to gain my composure, pushing away any thoughts of panic or desperation. I needed to get to a lower level and find a way out before it was too late.
+
+As I made my way through the broken corridors, the lights began to flicker. Then they winked out completely, leaving me in darkness save for the flickering glow from the occasional window. A faint odor of burnt plastic and ozone wafted through the air.
+
+A low rumbling started deep inside the building. The foundations shuddered, as if to say farewell. I hurriedly continued my descent towards safety, knowing that time was against me.
+
+Reaching the emergency exit on the 13th floor, I opened it and felt a gust of fresh air hit my face. I paused for a moment, breathing in the clean, cool air in sharp contrast to the chaos I had just left behind. The sirens from fire trucks outside alerted me to the imminent arrival of rescue personnel, a brief ray of hope piercing through my heart.
+
+I pushed the door open further, preparing to jump the final ten floors down to the pavement below. The sight that greeted me made me freeze in my tracks, a gory mess of flesh and metal that once was a fellow employee sprawled at my feet. Her eyes were still open in death, an expression of surprise or horror frozen on her features.
+
+With a groan of despair, I retreated from the door back into the safety of the darkened stairwell, tears rolling down my cheeks as I let myself feel the full weight of what was happening around me. I had to find another way to escape the building, and quick.
+
+As the sound of approaching sirens grew closer, a faint, ethereal glow came into view. It appeared as if out of nowhere, a soft white light enveloping the stairs leading up to my floor. Intrigued and with little else to lose, I ascended to where the light seemed the brightest.
+
+Once there, I saw a circular opening in the wall that glowed brighter than the rest of the staircase. As the sirens grew nearer and the fire crew prepared to breach the building, I made a split-second decision that would change my life forever.
+
+I stepped through the shimmering barrier of light into the unknown, leaving the horror of the collapsing skyscraper and the fading screams of my co-workers behind. Whatever was on the other side could be worse, but at least it wasn't that.
+
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