This repo is for Goekdeniz-Guelmez's excellent "Josiefied-Qwen3-8B-abliterated-v1", modified from 32k (32768) context to 64 k (65536) context modified using YARN as per tech notes at Qwen repo.
The "GGUFs" have been quanted using HORROR Imatrix dataset, and output tensor maxed at 16 bit precision to improve
reasoning and general output quality.
NEO IMATRIX version is here (different output/operation):
You may or may not need this, as most times Qwen3s generate their own reasoning/thinking blocks.
You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem.
See document "Maximizing-Model-Performance-All..." below for how to "set" system role in various LLM/AI apps below.
If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps).
This a "Class 1" (settings will enhance operation) model:
For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see:
Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations.
If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for.
BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision):
This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model.
This example represents the Medium possible performance. Every other quant size above this will have stronger, more robust performance.
SYSTEM ROLE USED:
You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem.
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PROMPT:
Start a 2000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person), POV character Diana, with: The sky scraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode...
[[[thinking start]]]
Thought for 52.85 seconds
Okay, so I need to start a 2000-word horror scene from the first-person perspective of Diana. The opening line is about a skyscraper swaying and a window on the 21st floor exploding. Let me think through how to build this.
First, I should establish the setting. A skyscraper, maybe in a city during a storm? That could explain the swaying. But wait, skyscrapers usually don't sway that much unless there's an earthquake or some structural issue. Maybe it's a supernatural element? Or perhaps a malfunction? Hmm, but the user mentioned "graphic horror," so maybe something more visceral.
Diana is the POV character. She's in the building, probably trapped or in danger. The window exploding—maybe she's looking out and sees something, or the explosion is part of an attack. Wait, the line says "I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." So the window is in front of her, meaning she's inside the building. Maybe she's in an office or apartment? But if the window explodes, perhaps it's a bomb or something thrown through it. Or maybe it's a supernatural event causing the glass to shatter.
Wait, the skyscraper sways. That suggests some kind of instability. Maybe the building is collapsing? Or there's a supernatural force making it sway. The explosion could be part of that. Let me think about the flow. She's in the building, sees the window explode, then the building starts to sway. Maybe she's trying to escape but gets trapped as the building collapses.
I need to build tension. Start with her noticing something off—maybe the building is shaking, or there's a strange noise. Then the window explodes. The explosion could be from an external source, like a bomb, or internal, like a gas leak. But since it's horror, maybe it's something more eerie. Maybe the glass shatters and something comes out? Or she sees something through the window that's terrifying.
Wait, the line says "the skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." So the swaying happens as the window explodes. That suggests a cause and effect. Maybe the explosion is what causes the building to sway? Or the swaying leads to the explosion. Maybe the building is unstable, and the explosion is part of the collapse.
Let me outline possible elements: Diana is in an office on the 21st floor. The building starts to sway, maybe due to a structural failure or supernatural cause. She looks out the window and sees something that causes her to panic. Then the window explodes—could be a bomb, or maybe the pressure from the swaying causes it to shatter. Or perhaps she's looking at a reflection and sees something, leading to the explosion.
Alternatively, maybe the building is under attack, and the explosion is part of an ambush. But the user wants graphic horror, so maybe the explosion is a trap. Let me think about the sequence: She's in the building, notices it swaying, then the window explodes. The explosion could be from something inside, like a bomb, or outside, like an attack.
Wait, if the window is in front of her, and it explodes, she might be near it. Maybe she's trying to escape through the window but it's already exploded. Or maybe she's looking out and sees the explosion happening outside. Wait, the wording is "I watch the window... explode," so the window is part of the building. So perhaps the window is on the 21st floor, and as she watches it explode, the building starts to sway. Maybe the explosion is from a bomb planted in the building, causing structural damage that leads to swaying.
But how to make it horror? Maybe the explosion isn't just a bomb but something more supernatural. Like, the window is part of a ritual, and the explosion is the start of something worse. Or maybe the building is haunted, and the explosion is the first sign of the entity's presence.
Alternatively, the swaying could be due to an earthquake, and the window exploding is because of a gas leak or something. But that might not be as graphic. Let me think about the sensory details: the sound of glass shattering, the heat from the explosion, the smell of burning, the visual of flames or something else.
I need to create a vivid, graphic horror scene. So maybe the window isn't just exploding but is part of a larger event. Like, she's in an office, and as the building sways, she looks out and sees a figure approaching the window, which then explodes, causing her to be thrown back or something.
Wait, the line says "the skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." So the swaying is happening at the same time as the explosion. Maybe the building is collapsing, and the window exploding is part of that collapse. But how to make it horror? Perhaps the explosion is from a supernatural entity breaking through the window, or the glass shattering as something emerges.
Alternatively, maybe the building is being attacked by something, and the window is the first point of entry. The swaying could be the building's reaction to the attack. Let me try to structure this:
Start with Diana in her office, maybe working late. She notices the building swaying, which is unusual. She looks out the window and sees something—maybe a shadowy figure or a strange light. Then the window explodes, and she's thrown back. The building starts to collapse as the explosion triggers it.
But I need to make sure the sequence makes sense. Maybe the building is under construction, and the window is part of a scaffolding that collapses. But that might not be horror enough. Alternatively, the swaying is due to an earthquake, and the window explodes because of a gas leak caused by the tremors.
Wait, but the user wants graphic horror. So maybe the explosion is from a bomb, and Diana is in on it or caught in it. Or perhaps the building is a prison for something, and the window is the entrance.
Alternatively, think of a psychological horror angle. The swaying is her mind playing tricks, and the window exploding is her hallucination. But that might not be as graphic.
Let me try to outline the first paragraph. She's in the building, notices it swaying. Then the window explodes. Maybe she's trying to escape but gets trapped. The explosion could be from an external source, like a terrorist attack, or internal, like a gas canister.
Wait, if the window is on the 21st floor, and it explodes, maybe she's looking out and sees something that causes her to panic. Then the building starts to sway more violently, leading to collapse. The explosion could be from a bomb, but maybe it's part of a larger plan.
Alternatively, the swaying is due to a supernatural force, and the window exploding is the first sign of its presence. Maybe she sees a figure in the window, which then explodes, and the building starts to fall apart.
I need to decide on the direction. Let me go with a supernatural element. The skyscraper is haunted, and the window is part of an ancient ritual. As the building sways (maybe due to the entity's presence), the window explodes, releasing something or causing the collapse.
But how to make it graphic? Maybe the explosion is not just glass but something else—like blood, or a creature emerging from the window. The swaying could be the building reacting to the creature's presence.
Alternatively, the building is a prison for a monster, and the window is the escape route. The swaying is the monster trying to break free, and the explosion is the window giving way.
Okay, let me start writing the first paragraph. Diana is in her office on the 21st floor. She notices the building swaying, which is unusual. She looks out the window and sees something—maybe a shadowy figure or a glowing light. Then the window explodes, and she's thrown back. The building starts to collapse as the explosion triggers it.
Wait, but the line says "the skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." So the swaying is happening at the same time as the explosion. Maybe the explosion is what causes the swaying? Or they're simultaneous events.
Alternatively, the building is already swaying, and the window explodes as part of the collapse. Let me try to describe the scene with vivid details: the sound of the glass shattering, the heat, the light, the smell, her panic, the building's movement, etc.
I need to make sure the horror is graphic—so maybe the explosion is not just a simple one but something more visceral. Like, the window isn't just breaking; it's being torn apart by some force, and Diana is caught in the middle.
Also, considering first-person POV, her emotions are key. Her fear, confusion, realization of what's happening. Maybe she's trying to escape but can't, or she's trapped as the building collapses.
Let me think about the structure: start with the swaying, then the explosion, then the collapse. Maybe include sensory details like the smell of ozone, the sound of glass, the heat, the coldness of the wind, etc.
I should also introduce some elements that build up the horror—maybe she's not alone, or there's a presence in the building. The swaying could be a sign of something bigger, like the building is alive or possessed.
Alternatively, it's a natural disaster, but with a supernatural twist. Maybe the building is cursed, and the explosion is part of the curse's manifestation.
Okay, I think I have a direction. Now, I need to flesh out the scene with vivid descriptions, making sure to include the swaying building and the exploding window. The horror elements should be graphic—maybe the explosion is accompanied by blood, or something emerges from the window, or the glass shatters in a way that's painful.
Also, considering the first-person perspective, Diana's internal thoughts and feelings are crucial. She might be trying to figure out what's happening, her fear escalating as the building sways and the window explodes.
I should start writing the scene now, making sure to include all these elements and build up the horror gradually.
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
The skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode...
It starts with a whisper. A low, guttural groan that vibrates through the glass, through my bones, through the very air I breathe. I’m sitting at my desk, the glow of my laptop casting jagged shadows across the room, when it happens. The building tilts—just a fraction, like a drunkard’s wobble—but enough to make my coffee cup spill over the edge. I freeze, my fingers hovering above the keyboard, as the hum grows louder, deeper, until it’s a roar that shakes the walls. My chair creaks under me, and I feel the floor shift beneath my feet, a sickening lurch that makes my stomach lurch upward. The lights flicker, casting an eerie blue glow that seems to pulse with the building’s heartbeat. I glance at the window—my window—and for a moment, I think I see something moving behind the glass. A shadow, elongated and jagged, stretching across the pane like a claw. My breath catches in my throat.
Then it explodes.
The glass shatters before I can scream, a thousand shards raining down like a hail of teeth. The window isn’t just breaking; it’s ripping open, as if some unseen force is peeling the building apart from within. I stumble back, my hands flying to my face to shield myself from the jagged edges, but it’s too late. The wind howls through the opening, cold and sharp, carrying with it a scent I can’t place—burnt metal, something sweet and acrid, like the tang of blood on a summer breeze. My eyes water as I peer through the gap, and what I see makes my blood run cold.
It’s not just glass. The window isn’t just breaking; it’s melting. A viscous, black liquid oozes from the cracks, pooling on the floor like ink spilled across a page. The air thickens, heavy with a putrid stench that clings to my lungs, and I feel my skin prickle as if a thousand needles are burrowing into me. The building sways again, this time with a violent lurch that sends me sprawling across the floor. My head hits the desk with a thud, and for a moment, I’m disoriented, my vision swimming with stars. But the horror isn’t over.
The window is gone.
What remains is a gaping wound in the building’s skin, and from it, something stirs. It’s not a creature, not yet—just a mass of writhing darkness, tendrils of smoke curling from its edges like the breath of some ancient beast. The air around it ripples, distorting the space as if reality itself is bending to accommodate this thing. I can hear it now, a low, resonant growl that vibrates in my chest, reverberating through the floorboards and up into my skull. It’s not loud; it’s inside me, a primal scream that makes my teeth chatter.
I scramble to my feet, my legs unsteady, and stumble toward the door. The hallway is empty, the other offices dark and silent, their occupants either asleep or unaware of the chaos unfolding around them. But I can feel it—the building is alive now, its pulse erratic, its breath ragged. My fingers fumble with the doorknob as I try to pull it open, but it’s stuck, jammed by something unseen. The door creaks, groaning in protest, and I kick at it, my heel striking the metal with a sharp clang.
The building sways again, this time with a sickening, wet squelch that makes me freeze. The floor beneath me feels like it’s melting, the wood warping and twisting as if trying to escape the thing in the window. I glance down and see it—tiny rivulets of black liquid seeping through the cracks in the floorboards, pooling at my feet. It smells worse up close, a mixture of decay and something sweet, like the nectar of a thousand poisoned flowers. I back away, my heart pounding in my ears, but the hallway is too narrow, the walls closing in around me.
The growl intensifies, a deep, resonant sound that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The air grows heavier, thick with the stench of something ancient and hungry. I can feel it watching me, its presence pressing against my mind like a vice. My breath comes in short gasps, and I realize I’m not just hearing it—I feel it. A presence, vast and unknowable, slithering through the walls, the floor, the very air I breathe.
The window. The explosion. The black liquid. It’s all connected now, a chain of horror that seems to stretch into eternity. I stumble toward the stairwell, my legs trembling with each step, but the door is locked. I kick it again, harder this time, and the sound echoes through the hallway, a desperate plea for help. But there’s no one here. The other offices are silent, their occupants either dead or dreaming of something worse.
The building sways once more, and this time, the movement is deliberate, almost proud. It’s as if the structure itself is aware of what it’s doing, as if it’s been waiting for this moment. I feel the floor give way beneath me, a sudden drop that sends me tumbling forward. My hands hit the edge of the stairwell door, and I cling to it, my fingers digging into the wood as I try to steady myself. The liquid seeps up my legs, cold and sticky, and I can feel it crawling up my skin, a thousand tiny fingers probing for entry.
I scream, but no sound comes out. My throat is dry, my lips cracked, and the air feels like it’s been sucked from my lungs. The growl grows louder, a deep, resonant hum that vibrates through my bones. I close my eyes, trying to block it out, but the presence is everywhere. It’s in the walls, in the floor, in the very fabric of the building. I can feel it inside me now, a cold, creeping thing that coils around my spine and sinks its fangs into my mind.
The window. The explosion. The black liquid. It’s all part of something bigger, something ancient and terrible. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s here, and it knows I’m here. My fingers dig deeper into the door, my nails splitting as I try to pry it open. The liquid seeps around my hands, up my arms, and I can feel it spreading through my body, a slow, agonizing burn that makes me want to scream again. But there’s no air left in my lungs, only the metallic tang of blood.
The building sways one last time, and this time, it doesn’t stop. It falls.
The world tilts, and I’m thrown backward, my back slamming against the wall with a sickening crack. The stairwell door gives way, and I fall through the opening, tumbling down the steps in a spiral of darkness. My body hits the first step, then the second, the third—each impact a thunderclap that reverberates through my skull. I roll, my hands scraping against the concrete, and I look up.
The window is still there, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. The black liquid flows from it, a river of death, and I can see the tendrils now—long, sinuous things that reach down toward me, curling like serpents. They’re alive. They’re hungry.
I crawl toward the steps, my legs trembling, my body weak. The liquid is everywhere now, pooling in the corners of the stairwell, creeping up the walls, and I can see it reflecting in the glass of the window. It’s not just a substance; it’s a presence, a living thing that wants to consume me. My breath is shallow, my vision blurring at the edges, but I can still feel the presence pressing against my mind, whispering promises of pain and pleasure, of oblivion and something worse.
The building sways again, and this time, it’s not just the structure—it’s me. I feel myself being pulled downward, as if the very ground is trying to swallow me whole. My fingers dig into the concrete, my nails splitting, but I can’t stop. I have to get out. I have to find a way to escape this thing that lives in the building, that feeds on fear and flesh.
The window glows brighter, and from it, the tendrils stretch longer, reaching for me with a hunger that makes my skin crawl. I scream one last time, but it’s muffled, lost in the chaos of the collapsing building. The world around me fades to black, and I feel myself being pulled into the darkness, into the heart of the thing that waits behind the window.
The skyscraper sways, and I’m no longer inside it. I’m part of it now, a thread in the tapestry of its horror, forever bound to the thing that made me scream.
