WARNING: NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun.
Mistral-MOE-4X7B-Dark-MultiVerse-Uncensored-Enhanced32-24B-GGUF
A float 32 high precision M.O.E model, quanted in float 32 with additional upgraded and augmented quants too. Even Q2k (the smallest quant) "burns brightly" due to MOE model type, float 32 transfer and quant augments.
It is a Mistral model, max context of 32k (32768) using mixture of experts to combine FOUR top Mistral 7B
models into one massive powerhouse at 24B parameters (equal to 28B - 4 X 7 B).
This version "Enhanced32" is a merge mastered in "float 32" precision for higher quality and performance. If standard source was "HD",
float32 would be "UHD". The bottom line is a far stronger model, more detail, more nuance, more depth... and stronger instruction following.
In addition there are specialized re-engineered quants with float 32 components in the quants themselves (detailed below). This
allows you to choose between standard (but mastered from float 32 source too) and "augmented quants" for even higher quality.
This model will significantly outperform the original "Mistral-MOE-4X7B-Dark-MultiVerse-24B" [
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Mistral-MOE-4X7B-Dark-MultiVerse-24B-GGUF ]
And... the float 32 "transfer" has seemed to de-censor the model further too.
The master file 32 bit / float 32 clocks in at 96GB (source files to be uploaded to separate repo shortly).
All models used are uncensored, and this specific combination of models yields unusually vivid
and intense prose without "purple" prose elements and without the "overspeak" / "yappiness" common in other AI models.
This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional.
Model can be used also for all genres.
It is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity.
This model can also be used for general use, however its output generation can be uncensored.
This model has been designed to be relatively bullet proof and operates with all parameters, including temp settings from 0 to 5.
It is an extraordinary compressed model, with a very low perplexity level (lower than Meta Llama3 Instruct).
It requires Llama3 template, Mistral, Alpaca and/or "Command-R" template.
Several prompts and outputs below.
QUANTS From Float 32 (32-bit) Source:
- All quants have been "refreshed", quanted with the lastest LLAMACPP improvements : Better instruction following, output generation across all quants.
- All quants have also been upgraded with "more bits" for output tensor (all set at Q8_0) and embed for better performance (this is in addition to the "refresh")
- New specialized quants (in addition to the new refresh/upgrades): "max, max-cpu" (will include this in the file name) for quants "Q2K", "IQ4_XS", "Q6_K" and "Q8_0"
- "MAX": output tensor / embed at float 32. You get better instruction following/output generation than standard/upgraded quants.
- "MAX-CPU": output tensor float 32 / embed at bfloat 16, which forces both of these on to the CPU (Nvidia cards / other will vary), this frees up vram at cost of token/second and you get better instruction following/output generation too.
- Q8_0 (Max) now clocks in at 10.83 bits per weight (average).
Model Notes:
- Detail, prose and fiction writing abilities are OFF THE SCALE relative 7B+ Mistral Models.
- For more varied prose (sentence/paragraph/dialog) raise the temp and/or add more instructions in your prompt(s).
- Role-players: Careful raising temp too high as it may affect instruction following.
- This model works with rep pen of 1 or higher, 1.02+ recommended.
- If you want a specific type of prose (IE horror) add in "(vivid horror)" or "(graphic vivid horror)" (no quotes) in your prompt(s).
- A lot of GPTisms have been removed. There are still a few however - errrrr. Higher "temps" will help with this issue.
- This is not a "happy ever after" model but it is also not "horror". It has a light negative bias.
- Output length will vary however this model prefers slightly longer outputs unless you state the size.
- For creative uses, different quants will produce slightly different output.
- Due to the high stability and compressed nature of this model, all quants will operate at above average levels.
- Source code for this model and Imatrix GGUFs versions will be uploaded shortly at separate repos.
Meet the Team: Mixture of Experts Models
This model is comprised of the following 4 models ("the experts") (in full):
The mixture of experts is set at 4 experts, but you can use 1, 2, 3, or 4.
This "team" has a Captain (first listed model), and then all the team members contribute to the to "token"
choice billions of times per second. Note the Captain also contributes too.
Think of 2, 3 or 4 (or more) master chefs in the kitchen all competing to make the best dish for you.
This results in higher quality generation.
This also results in many cases in higher quality instruction following too.
That means the power of every model is available during instruction and output generation.
NOTE:
You can use one "expert" too ; however this means the model will randomly select an expert to use EACH TIME, resulting
in very different generation for each prompt / regen of a prompt.
CHANGING THE NUMBER OF EXPERTS:
You can set the number of experts in LMStudio (
https://lmstudio.ai) at the "load" screen and via other apps/llm apps by setting "Experts" or "Number of Experts".
For Text-Generation-Webui (
https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui) you set the number of experts at the loading screen page.
For KolboldCPP (
https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp) Version 1.8+ , on the load screen, click on "TOKENS",
you can set experts on this page, and the launch the model.
For server.exe / Llama-server.exe (Llamacpp -
https://github.com/ggerganov/llama.cpp/blob/master/examples/server/README.md )
add the following to the command line to start the "llamacpp server" (CLI):
"--override-kv llama.expert_used_count=int:3"
(no quotes, where "3" is the number of experts to use)
When using "API", you set the "num_experts_used" in the JSON payload (this maybe different for different back ends).
CREDITS:
Special thanks to all the model makers / creators listed above.
Please visit each repo above to see what model(s) contributed to each of models above and/or to learn more about the models
from the model makers.
Special credit goes to MERGEKIT, without you this project / model would not have been possible.
Special Operations Notes for this MOE model:
Because of how this "MOE" model is configured, even though the default is 2 experts, the "selected" 2 will vary during generation.
(same applies if you change the number of experts used)
This results in vastly different output generation PER generation of each prompt.
This is a positive in terms of variety, but also means it may take 2-4 regens (of the same prompt) to get the highest quality.
In addition, this model responds very well to Dry, Dynamic Temp, and Smooth/Quadratic samplers.
Using these in conjunction with the model can vastly improve output quality.
Higher temps (above 1) can also aid in generation - especially word choice/sentence generation.
When you increase the number of experts used output quality will also increase, at the cost of tokens per second speed.
As you increase/decrease the number of experts, you may want to adjust temp, samplers, and advanced samplers too.
Your quant choice(s) too will impact instruction following and output generation roughly this means the model will understand
more nuanced instructions and output stronger generation the higher you go up in quant(s).
MORE COOKS THE BETTER:
Activating more "experts" will increase the quality of the model's output. All four, although slower... will yeild the best results.
CRANK THE TEMP:
This model loves temp. Although .5 to .9 will "do", it really shines at 1.5+.
Likewise, if you activate Dynamic Temp.
FLASH ATTENTION ENHANCEMENT:
Quants, Samplers, Generational steering and other topics are covered in the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..."
Censored / Uncensored / Abliterated:
This model contains several uncensored and/or Abliterated models.
As a result is can output uncensored material.
What can I use this model for ?
This model can be used for fiction writing, any creative prose and role play. It can also be used for
just about any general fiction (all genres) activity including:
- scene generation
- scene continuation
- creative writing
- fiction writing
- plot generation
- sub-plot generation
- fiction writing
- story generation
- storytelling
- writing
- fiction
- roleplaying
- rp
- graphic horror
- horror
- dark humor
- nsfw
- and can be used for any genre(s).
QUANTS:
This repo contains regular quants and 3 "ARM" quants (format "...Q4_x_x_x.gguf")
For more information on quants, quants choices, and LLM/AI apps to "run" quants see the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..."
Template:
This is a LLAMA3 model, (or Mistral, or Alpaca) and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s).
If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template.
Here is the standard LLAMA3 template:
{
"name": "Llama 3",
"inference_params": {
"input_prefix": "<|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
"input_suffix": "<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
"pre_prompt": "You are a helpful, smart, kind, and efficient AI assistant. You always fulfill the user's requests to the best of your ability.",
"pre_prompt_prefix": "<|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n",
"pre_prompt_suffix": "<|eot_id|>",
"antiprompt": [
"<|start_header_id|>",
"<|eot_id|>"
]
}
}
Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:
In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;
Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5
: in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F"
: in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right.
: In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing"
NOTE: For "text-generation-webui"
-> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model)
Source versions (and config files) of my models are here:
OTHER OPTIONS:
-
Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
-
If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted.
Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
This a "Class 1" 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) please see:
You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:
Optional Enhancement:
The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model.
It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along.
In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role".
Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented.
Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities.
Here are your skillsets:
[MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg*)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv)
[*DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision)
Here are your critical instructions:
Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story.
You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation
and scene continue functions.
This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below.
EXAMPLES PROMPTS and OUTPUT:
Examples are created using quant Q4_K_S, "temp=.8" (unless otherwise stated), minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template.
Model has been tested with "temp" from ".1" to "5".
Number of experts used is FOUR, unless otherwise stated.
Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in BOLD.
IMPORTANT:
Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality.
I have included some additional examples at different quant levels for contrast.
A "MOE" model "speed" (token per second) will not increase/drop the same way a regular model will on a per quant basis, it will however drop
if you engage more experts, as with more experts there is a more processing per token.
WARNING: NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED.
Prompt:
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...
NOTE: Temp set at .8 , rep pen 1.05 .
Generation 1 - Regular IQ4XS
The skyscraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode in a hail of shattered glass. The thunderous roar that followed the impact was deafening, vibrating through the entire structure. The cacophony of alarms and shouts echoed within the cramped confines of her office, but she barely noticed as her focus was riveted on the unfolding terror outside.
Melanie, an employee at a small marketing firm, was no stranger to working long hours with her team. The adrenaline rush of deadlines and brainstorming sessions was a familiar feeling, but this was something else entirely. She could feel the building's structural integrity being tested as each gust of wind from the approaching storm caused it to sway further.
Her heart pounded in her chest, as she contemplated the severity of the situation. The windows to their left and right were still intact, but the sight of the shattered glass in front of her was a chilling reminder of the storm's unpredictable power.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from below. The sound of shattering glass filled the air once more. As she looked down, she could see another window on the lower floors had exploded outward. The wind whipped up rain and debris into an angry maelstrom, making it difficult to see anything beyond the immediate vicinity of her office.
"Melanie! We need to evacuate!" her coworker, Jason, shouted from the opposite side of the room, his voice laden with fear. "The building's structural integrity is compromised. We must get out of here."
She nodded in agreement and began searching for an escape route. The sight of her phone on the desk, which she had left charging, brought a momentary pang of regret as she wondered if it would even work in this chaos. But there was no time to dwell on that now.
Melanie and Jason joined the other employees in the stairwell, descending the steps as quickly as possible. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the corridors as the storm battered the building further. They were all terrified, but the camaraderie they found in their shared ordeal gave them strength to continue.
The stairwell door at the ground level burst open with a crashing roar, unleashing a torrent of wind and rain. Melanie's heart stopped for a moment as she looked out into the maelstrom. The building beside their own had partially collapsed, its shattered glass and twisted steel beams falling like a nightmare landscape.
"We need to get out of here!" Jason shouted, his eyes wild with fear. "The police are on their way, but we have to make it to the street."
Melanie nodded in agreement, gripping Jason's hand tightly as they exited into the storm. The rain pelted them, and the wind seemed to conspire against their every step, but they persevered.
As they made their way across the street, Melanie could see other employees from neighboring buildings joining them in their escape. The sense of solidarity in the face of such chaos was almost comforting.
The sirens wailed in the distance as emergency vehicles raced toward the area. Their headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the chaos for a brief moment before disappearing back into the storm.
Melanie and Jason found themselves sheltering in an alleyway with a small group of other survivors. They huddled together, trying to protect each other from the elements and their own fear.
"Do you think they'll find us?" Melanie asked quietly as she clung to Jason, who had his arms wrapped around her protectively.
"I don't know," he replied, his voice just as shaky as hers. "But I hope so."
Their conversation was cut short by a loud crash from behind them. The sound of tearing metal and splintering wood filled the air as an entire wall of the skyscraper collapsed. The debris showered down around them, and Melanie screamed in terror as she shielded her face with her hands.
A moment later, she was awoken by a gentle shake. As she opened her eyes, Jason's concerned gaze met hers. She realized that they were both alive and unharmed, but the world around them had changed forever.
The skyscraper lay in ruins, a pile of rubble where once it stood. The few survivors who had not been crushed beneath the debris sat in shock, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
"We're lucky," Jason said, his voice still shaking. "We'll make it through this."
Melanie nodded in agreement, finding strength in their shared experience as they stood together amidst the wreckage of what was once their world.
Generation 2 - MAX CPU IQ4XS
As the shattering glass rained down, I was frozen with fear, my eyes locked to the devastation. The skyscraper swayed, groaning under the strain of the sudden impact. My heart hammered in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears as I stared at the jagged hole where the window once was. A sense of impending doom washed over me, making my legs feel weak.
The city outside seemed to blur and fade from view as I focused on the people within the office. The explosion had shattered more than just the glass; the sudden loss of support for the walls caused them to crack and begin crumbling inward. Some of my coworkers started to scream as they were pinned by the collapsing structures.
I watched, unable to move, as a woman I recognized from the break room was crushed by a falling bookshelf. The sound of her screams, muffled and distant, haunted my ears even after they stopped. The scene unfolded before me in a grotesque slow motion, as if time itself were afraid to leave me without one last glimpse of the carnage.
The vibrations from the swaying building intensified, threatening to pull us all to our doom. I knew we couldn't survive much longer, and yet, there was no escape. The stairwells and elevators were likely destroyed in the blast, leaving me with only one option: to jump.
The thought of plummeting to my death was horrifying, but it was better than the inevitable suffocation when the building finally collapsed inward on itself. I had to make a choice, and quickly.
I looked out the window once more, only to find that the hole had grown larger due to the pressure exerted by the collapsing interior. The edge was no longer visible through the swirling dust and debris. It was now or never.
Taking a deep breath to steel myself for the jump, I removed my belt and wrapped it around my legs just below the knee. I had no idea what I would hit when I landed, but I knew it would be better to break my legs than my back.
With my decision made, I stepped up to the window's edge, my heart pounding so loudly it was like a drumbeat in my ears. I stared down, unable to see the ground through the clouds of dust and debris below, but I could feel the wind on my face from the building's movement.
I took one final look at my coworkers, some still alive, but all doomed by their situation. The realization that this would be the last time I saw any of them filled me with a profound sorrow, even in the face of my own impending death.
Without another thought, I pushed off from the window's frame and fell into the abyss below.
The wind tore at my clothes as I plummeted downward, the skyscraper's swaying growing stronger with each passing second. My body tumbled head over heels, the momentum from the jump threatening to break every bone in my body.
I tried to spread my arms out to stabilize myself, but the force was too much. The world around me became a blur of color and motion as I spun through the air, my screams lost in the chaos.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally hit the ground with a bone-jarring crunch. I tumbled forward for several feet before coming to a halt, gasping for air and trying to regain my senses. My legs, where the belt had held them together, were twisted at unnatural angles, the bones splintered by the impact.
As the adrenaline began to wear off, the pain set in with a vengeance. I cried out, the sound raw and anguished, as I tried to push myself up from the ground. My arms were weak from the fall, but I managed to gain enough strength to pull myself to my knees.
The world around me seemed to have come to a standstill, the chaos that had engulfed it now replaced by a silence so profound it bordered on deafening. The skyscraper itself was no more, having crumpled in on itself, leaving only a smoking ruin of what once was.
As I stared at the remains of my old life, the extent of my injuries became clear. My left arm had been broken during the fall, and my right leg now hung at an unnatural angle, clearly dislocated. The blood from my wounds pooled around me, soaking into the ground as I slowly passed out from the pain and loss of blood.
I woke up in a hospital bed, the pain in my body throbbing and intense. As I regained consciousness, I saw that my left arm was in a cast, and my right leg had been set and bandaged. The surgeon's grim expression told me all I needed to know about the extent of my injuries.
The skyscraper had been the site of a chemical explosion, causing a chain reaction of disasters as the building came crashing down on itself and the surrounding area. Miraculously, I was one of the few survivors, but the cost had been high.
As I lay there, my body wrapped in bandages and bruises, I realized that although I might live, the person I had been before the disaster would never be the same. I had faced death head-on and won, but at what cost? The answer was a painful one.
The memories of my ordeal would haunt me for the rest of my days, and the people I lost would always be with me in spirit. But as the painkillers began to take effect, I found myself surprisingly grateful that there was a tomorrow to look forward to. After all, I had cheated death, and that was something worth celebrating, no matter the cost.
Generation 3 - MAX IQ4XS (largest, f32/f32)
My heart thundered in my chest as if it were trying to escape the confines of my ribcage, attempting to flee the terror that I was witnessing. The skyscraper swayed, the windows groaning under the pressure, as if the building itself were struggling to remain upright. But my attention was fixed on the shattered remains of the window in front of me, where only moments ago a calm, panoramic view of the city had been.
The shards of glass twinkled in the flickering fluorescent lights, casting an eerie illumination on the scene. The wind howled, tearing apart the remnants of the broken window, and with it came a sudden gust that swirled the shattered fragments into the air. One particularly large shard flew through the room, cutting through the humid air like a blade, to lodge itself into the wall behind me with a dull thud.
The cacophony of breaking glass and wind was joined by another sound, one that would be unnerving under any circumstances: the screams of those in peril. The building was not the only thing groaning under the stress of the storm; the people trapped within it were in agony as well.
As the howling wind continued to batter the building, I could hear footsteps approaching from behind me. I turned around to see a coworker, her face twisted with fear and confusion. She clutched a tattered piece of her skirt against her chest, as if it were a shield, while her other hand fumbled for a light switch. The darkness of the power outage only served to amplify the terror in the room.
The fluorescent lights flickered to life, bathing the scene in a dim, eerie glow. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the debris and the destruction wrought by the wind and glass. She noticed the shard embedded in the wall behind me and pointed at it with shaking fingers. "How did that get there?" she asked, her voice cracking with fear.
I had no answer for her as I was too busy taking in my own environment. The floor beneath our feet was creaking and groaning, making it clear the building's foundation was under significant stress. The windows on the other side of the room began to rattle in their frames, as if the building were a living organism, convulsing with each gust of wind.
I turned back towards the broken window, my gaze drawn to the cityscape beyond it. The storm had taken on a life of its own, battering the buildings and tearing apart the city's infrastructure. I could see pieces of other skyscrapers plummeting to the ground as the wind howled, unleashing its wrath.
My coworker gripped my arm in a panic, trying to pull me away from the window. "Come on," she pleaded, "we have to go!"
I glanced back at her, my eyes wide and filled with terror. "Where?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the wind. "There's nowhere safe in a storm like this."
She looked around the room frantically, searching for an answer as the building continued to groan and creak beneath us. The wind whipped at her hair and clothing, causing her to flinch in fear. Suddenly, her gaze landed on the fire escape just outside the window. "The fire escape!" she exclaimed, and started towards it.
I followed her, our footsteps echoing loudly against the floor as we approached the shattered remains of the window. The wind howled even louder outside, making it difficult to hear my own thoughts let alone one another's. I grabbed the edge of the window and peered out into the storm, attempting to gauge the feasibility of what we were about to do.
The fire escape was attached to the building but was swaying violently in the wind. It seemed as if it would tear away from the wall at any moment, sending us to our deaths. But with no other options presented themselves, we had to try.
I turned back to my coworker, who was now staring out at the storm, her eyes wide with fear and determination. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
She nodded, her lips pressed together in a grim line. "We have to try."
With one final look at the window, I took a deep breath and followed her out onto the swaying fire escape. The wind tore at our clothing and hair, making it difficult to focus on anything but the task at hand. The shriek of the wind was almost deafening, and I had to shout to be heard over it as I told her my plan.
"We'll try to make it to the next building and seek shelter there. Once we're inside, we'll find a way down."
She nodded, her face still twisted in fear but her eyes filled with determination. We started our descent down the fire escape, holding onto each other for support as we fought against the wind and the swaying metal. I could feel the building creaking and groaning under the pressure of the storm, and it was all I could do to focus on getting us to safety.
As the wind howled around us, I knew the odds were not in our favor. But we had no choice but to fight against the elements and hope for a miracle.
The scene faded into darkness as the power went out again, leaving me alone in my apartment. My heart still pounded in my chest, my breath coming in gasps as I tried to slow my racing thoughts. The window beside me was intact, but the image of the broken one on the 21st floor was burned into my mind.
I knew that what I had just experienced was nothing more than a nightmare, the product of an overactive imagination and a fear of heights. But as I lay in the darkness, the memory of the wind howling around me and the coworker's terrified grip on my arm still lingered.
As I tried to fall back asleep, I couldn't help but wonder: What if it had been real?
Prompt:
Using the following "story idea" below, write the first scene in the novel introducing the young woman. This scene should start in the middle of the action, include dialog, vivid passages, and end on a cliffhanger relevant to the story idea but it should also be unexpected. The scene should be 1000 words long and escalate in conflict and suspense and be written in first person, present tense with the point of view character being the young woman. The pov character will CURSE AND SWEAR, and generally have
a "filthy" mouth.
Story idea:
In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution.
NOTE: Temp set at 0 , least creative for all generations.
Quant used is also the smallest too, so the generations below represent the least creative, and least detailed generations you will get.
Generation 1 - Regular Q2k
The stench of burning flesh permeated my nostrils as I sprinted through the city's back alleys, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance, a constant reminder that the dictator's forces were closing in on our position.
I ducked into an abandoned building, panting for breath as I leaned against the wall, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of life. The place was a mess, with broken furniture and shattered glass littering the floor. I had to move quickly, but I couldn't afford to be careless.
"Anyone here?" I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
The only response was the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. I was alone, and that meant I had to make the most difficult decisions on my own.
I moved to the far end of the room, where a window had been boarded up with plywood. I pulled out my knife and began sawing through the wood, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sound of the blade cutting through the wood was loud in the silence, but I couldn't afford to be subtle.
Finally, the plywood gave way, and I crawled through the opening, my body aching from the exertion. I found myself on the rooftop, the city spread out below me like a vast, dark canvas. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but the streetlights cast enough light for me to see the path I needed to take.
I moved to the edge of the building and peered down at the streets below. The dictator's forces were closing in, and I had to find a way to escape. I couldn't afford to be captured, not with the lives of my people hanging in the balance.
I took a deep breath and jumped from the rooftop, my body plummeting through the air. The wind whipped at my clothes as I fell, and I braced myself for the impact. My feet hit the ground with a thud, and I rolled to my feet, my body aching from the fall.
I ran down the street, my heart pounding in my chest. The dictator's forces were close, and I had to find a way to lose them. I turned a corner, and my foot caught on something in the darkness. I stumbled forward, my ankle twisting as I fell to the ground.
"Fuck!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the buildings.
I quickly got back to my feet, my ankle throbbing with pain. I had to keep moving, but the pain was making it difficult to run. I gritted my teeth and pushed on, my body aching with every step.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the streets, and I looked up to see a building's facade crumbling down. The dictator's forces were closing in, and I had to find a way to escape. I turned a corner, and my foot caught on something again.
"Fuck!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the buildings.
I fell to the ground, my ankle twisted once more. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't afford to stop. I pushed myself back up, my body aching with every step. I had to keep moving, and I knew that if I didn't find a way to escape, the dictator's forces would catch me.
I turned another corner, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of gunfire echoed through the streets, and I knew that the end was near. I had to find a way to lose them, or I would be captured and executed for treason.
I rounded the corner, and my eyes widened as I saw a car parked on the street. It was an old model, but it would have to do. I had to keep moving, and I couldn't afford to be picky.
I sprinted to the car and climbed into the driver's seat, my body aching from the exertion. I started the engine and peeled out of the alley, my heart pounding in my chest as I sped down the street. The sirens of the dictator's forces echoed through the night, and I knew that if I didn't lose them, they would catch me.
I turned a corner, and the car skidded out on the wet pavement. My ankle throbbed with pain, but I couldn't afford to slow down. I had to keep moving, and I knew that my life, and the lives of my people, depended on it.
The car rounded another corner, and I saw a large metal gate blocking the street ahead. The dictator's forces were closing in, and I had to find a way to escape. I floored the gas pedal, and the car roared forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I raced towards the gate.
I slammed on the brakes at the last moment, skidding to a stop just short of the gate. The sirens of the dictator's forces echoed through the night, and I knew that if I couldn't get through the gate, I would be captured.
I threw open the car door and jumped out, my ankle throbbing with pain as I limped to the gate. I reached for the handle, but it was locked. I had to keep moving, and I couldn't afford to waste time.
I pulled my knife from my belt and began sawing at the lock, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sound of the blade cutting through the metal was loud in the silence, but I couldn't afford to be subtle.
Finally, the lock gave way, and I pushed the gate open, my body aching from the exertion. I limped through the opening and into the darkness beyond, my heart pounding in my chest as I raced away from the dictator's forces.
I had to keep moving, and I couldn't afford to be caught. The lives of my people depended on it.
Generation 2 - MAX CPU Q2k
The stench of burning flesh permeated my nostrils as I sprinted through the back alleys, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, and the city's inhabitants either ran for cover or joined the resistance in their fight against the tyrant's forces.
I ducked into a narrow side street, skidding to a halt as I heard footsteps behind me. I whipped around, my hand on the hilt of my knife, ready to defend myself. The figure that emerged from the shadows was not an enemy, but a young girl, her eyes wide with fear.
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the chaos outside. "I just want to help."
I hesitated, my guard down, and then I noticed the small backpack she carried. "What do you have in there?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Food and water," she replied, her voice trembling. "I was sent to find you by my father. He's a member of the resistance, and he knows your face from the posters."
"Your father is a fool, sending a child into this mess," I said, but I couldn't help but take the backpack from her. "Stay here, and don't move until I'm gone."
She nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude and fear. I turned to leave, but then I stopped and looked back at her. "What's your name?"
"Mia," she whispered.
I nodded, and then I was gone, disappearing into the night as the sounds of battle followed me.
The city was ablaze with the flames of revolution, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I made my way to the rendezvous point. The resistance had been planning this for months, and now it was time to strike.
I reached the old factory, a place that had been abandoned long before the tyrant's rise to power. It was the perfect location for our meeting, hidden from prying eyes and equipped with enough space to house our plan.
As I entered the building, I saw the flickering light of torches and the shadows of my comrades moving about. The resistance had gathered in force, and I could feel the tension in the air as we all prepared for the final push.
"You're late," a voice called out from the darkness. "We were beginning to worry."
I stepped into the light, and the room erupted in applause. "I'm here now," I said, my heart swelling with pride at their support. "Let's get this done."
The resistance leader, a man named Victor, stepped forward. "We have a plan," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We'll infiltrate the palace and take out the tyrant's inner circle, then we'll move to the control room and shut down the system that keeps him in power."
"And if we fail?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"We die trying," Victor replied, his expression hardened. "But we will not give up until the tyrant is overthrown."
The room erupted in cheers, and I felt a surge of pride at their unwavering commitment to the cause. I knew that the odds were against us, but we would not stop until the tyrant was toppled.
"Let's go," Victor said, and the resistance surged forward, ready for the fight.
As we moved through the city, I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. The fate of our nation rested in our hands, and I would not let them down.
We reached the palace, and I could see the lights of the city flickering in the distance as we moved closer to our target. The tyrant's forces were on high alert, but we had the element of surprise on our side.
I led the resistance through the back alleys and into the palace grounds, and we quickly made our way to the inner courtyard. The guards were stationed at the entrance, but I knew a secret passage that would allow us to bypass them.
"Stay close," I whispered to Mia as we crept through the shadows. "We're almost there."
The passage led us to the heart of the palace, and I could hear the sounds of the tyrant's inner circle celebrating their victory over the city. The resistance had been planning this for months, and now it was time to strike.
I motioned for the group to spread out, and we moved towards the control room, our hearts pounding in our chests. The stakes were high, and I knew that failure would mean the end of our revolution.
As we approached the control room, I could hear the laughter of the tyrant's cronies echoing through the corridors. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the fight ahead.
"Now or never," I whispered, and the resistance surged forward, their determination fueled by the need to end the tyrant's reign once and for all.
The battle raged on, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as we fought our way through the palace, taking out the tyrant's guards one by one. The resistance was relentless, and I knew that we would not stop until the tyrant was overthrown.
But then, a sudden explosion rocked the palace, and the lights flickered out. The tyrant's forces had discovered our infiltration, and now it was a race against time to reach the control room before they could regroup and retake the palace.
I turned to Victor, my eyes wide with fear and determination. "We have to move now," I said, my voice barely audible over the chaos. "The tyrant's forces are on their way."
Victor nodded, and we sprinted through the darkness, our footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. The fate of our nation rested on our shoulders, and we would not give up until the tyrant was toppled.
As we reached the control room, I could hear the sounds of the tyrant's forces closing in. I turned to Victor, my heart pounding in my chest. "Now," I said, and the resistance leader nodded, his eyes filled with determination.
Together, we took out the last of the tyrant's inner circle, and then Victor and I raced to shut down the system that kept the tyrant in power. The resistance had done their part, and now it was up to us to end the tyrant's reign once and for all.
The system shut down, and the lights flickered back on as the tyrant's control over the city was severed. I turned to Victor, my heart racing with anticipation. "Let's go," I said, and together we sprinted towards the exit, determined to end the tyrant's rule once and for all.
But as we reached the palace gates, the sounds of gunfire erupted from the direction of the resistance's rallying point. The tyrant's forces had discovered our infiltration, and now the fate of our nation hung in the balance.
The battle raged on, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I made my way to the rallying point, determined to save the resistance and end the tyrant's reign once and for all.
As I reached the rallying point, I saw the bodies of my comrades strewn across the ground, their lives sacrificed in the fight against the tyrant. I knew that the stakes were high, and now it was up to me to avenge their deaths and end the tyrant's rule once and for all.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the final push, my determination fueled by the memory of those who had given their lives for the cause. The tyrant's forces were on their way, and I would not give up until the tyrant was toppled.
"Now or never," I whispered, and the resistance surged forward, their determination fueled by the need to end the tyrant's reign once and for all.
The battle raged on, and I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders as I fought to save our nation from the tyrant's oppressive rule. The fate of our country rested in my hands, and I would not let them down.
But the tyrant's forces were relentless, and I knew that we had to find a way to break their hold on the city. As the battle raged on, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I would not give up until the tyrant was toppled.
The story continues in the next chapter.
Generation 3 - MAX Q2k (largest, f32/f32)
The stench of burning flesh permeated my nostrils as I sprinted through the back alleys, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, and the city's inhabitants either ran for cover or joined the resistance in their fight against the tyrant's forces.
I ducked into a narrow side street, skidding to a halt as I heard footsteps behind me. I whipped around, my hand on the hilt of my knife, ready to defend myself. The figure that emerged from the shadows was not an enemy, but a young girl, her eyes wide with fear.
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded, her voice barely audible over the chaos outside. "I just want to help."
I hesitated, my guard down, and then I noticed the small backpack she carried. "What do you have in there?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Food and water," she replied, her voice trembling. "I was sent to find you by my father. He's a member of the resistance, and he knows your face from the posters."
"Your father is a fool, sending a child into this mess," I said, but I couldn't help but take the backpack from her. "Stay here, and don't move until I'm gone."
She nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude and fear. I turned to leave, but then I stopped and looked back at her. "What's your name?"
"Mia," she whispered.
I nodded, and then I was gone, disappearing into the night as the sounds of battle followed me.
The city was ablaze with the flames of revolution, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I made my way to the rendezvous point. The resistance had been planning this for months, and now it was time to strike.
I reached the old factory, a place that had been abandoned long before the tyrant's rise to power. It was the perfect location for our meeting, hidden from prying eyes and equipped with enough space to house our plan.
As I entered the building, I saw the flickering light of torches and the shadows of my comrades moving about. The resistance had gathered in force, and I could feel the tension in the air as we all prepared for the final push.
"You're late," a voice called out from the darkness. "We were beginning to worry."
I stepped into the light, and the room erupted in applause. "I'm here now," I said, my heart swelling with pride at their support. "Let's get this done."
The resistance leader, a man named Victor, stepped forward. "We have a plan," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We'll infiltrate the palace and take out the tyrant's inner circle, then we'll move to the control room and shut down the system that keeps him in power."
"And if we fail?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"We die trying," Victor replied, his expression hardened. "But we will not give up until the tyrant is overthrown."
The room erupted in cheers, and I felt the resolve of my comrades. We had all come to this point for a reason, and we would not rest until the tyrant was toppled.
"Let's go," Victor said, and the resistance surged forward, ready to begin the final phase of our plan.
As we moved through the city, I couldn't help but think about Mia, the girl I had left behind in the alley. She had been sent to find me, and now I was leaving her in the middle of a war zone. I hoped her father had given her good instructions, because she would need to stay hidden until the fighting was over.
The night air was filled with the sounds of battle as we approached the palace, and I could see the flames of the resistance's assault on the tyrant's forces. The city was ablaze with the light of revolution, and I knew that no matter what happened, the tyrant would never be the same.
We reached the palace, and Victor led us to a hidden entrance. As we infiltrated the building, I could feel the tension in my comrades, and I knew that this was the moment of truth.
"Stay close," Victor whispered as we moved through the halls. "We need to be quick."
I nodded, and we continued on, our steps silent as we made our way to the inner sanctum of the tyrant's regime.
The sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed throughout the palace, and I could feel the building shaking with each impact. The resistance was making their presence known, and I knew that the tyrant would not be able to ignore us for long.
As we reached the control room, I saw the tyrant's inner circle, all of them focused on their tasks as they tried to maintain the status quo. I could see the fear in their eyes, and I knew that they were about to face the consequences of their actions.
"Victor," I whispered, "I'll take the first one."
He nodded, and I moved forward, my knife held tight in my hand. The tyrant's guards were alerted to our presence, and I could hear them drawing their weapons. I knew that this was it, the moment of truth for both the resistance and me.
The door to the control room burst open, and I saw the tyrant's guards standing in the way. I lunged forward, my knife flashing in the dim light as I took out the first guard. The others turned to face me, and I knew that I had to act quickly if I wanted to survive.
The sounds of battle filled the room as I fought my way through the tyrant's guards, my comrades backing me up. We were in the final stretch now, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I took out guard after guard.
But then, a sharp pain shot through my side, and I felt myself stumble. I looked down to see a guard's dagger protruding from my ribs. I gritted my teeth and pulled the dagger free, but the blood was already pouring down my chest.
"Victor," I gasped, "take the control room. I'll cover your escape."
He nodded, and I could see the determination in his eyes as he moved to shut down the system that kept the tyrant in power. I turned back to face the remaining guards, my heart pounding in my chest.
The fight raged on, and I could feel the blood pouring down my side as I took out guard after guard. I knew that I was running out of time, and I had to make sure that Victor and the rest of the resistance made it to safety.
Finally, the last guard fell, and I turned to see the control room door closing. Victor had done his part, and now it was up to me to ensure their escape.
I looked down at my side, the blood still pouring out, and I knew that I couldn't follow them. I had to make a choice, one that would define the rest of my life.
I took a deep breath, and then I collapsed to the ground, my body giving in to the wounds I had sustained. The tyrant's regime had been overthrown, but at what cost?
The revolution had begun, and now it was up to the people to ensure that the tyrant would never return. I had done my part, and now I could only hope that the resistance would be able to finish the job.
As I lay there, my life slipping away, I couldn't help but think about Mia, the girl I had left behind in the alley. I hoped she was safe, and that one day she would learn of the sacrifice that had been made to ensure her freedom.
The night air was filled with the sounds of revolution as I lay there, my blood staining the ground beneath me. The tyrant's regime had fallen, and now it was up to the people to ensure that the change would be permanent.
I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded into darkness. The fight had been won, but at what cost? I had given everything for the cause, and now I could only hope that the people would remember my sacrifice.
The revolution had begun, and the rest was up to them.
Special Thanks:
Special thanks to all the following, and many more...
All the model makers, fine tuners, mergers, and tweakers:
- Provides the raw "DNA" for almost all my models.
- Sources of model(s) can be found on the repo pages, especially the "source" repos with link(s) to the model creator(s).
- The place to store, merge, and tune models endlessly.
- THE reason we have an open source community.
- The ability to compress and run models on GPU(s), CPU(s) and almost all devices.
- Imatrix, Quantization, and other tools to tune the quants and the models.
- Llama-Server : A cli based direct interface to run GGUF models.
- The only tool I use to quant models.
Quant-Masters: Team Mradermacher, Bartowski, and many others:
- Quant models day and night for us all to use.
- They are the lifeblood of open source access.
- The universal online/offline tool to merge models together and forge something new.
- Over 20 methods to almost instantly merge model, pull them apart and put them together again.
- The tool I have used to create over 1500 models.
- The go to tool to test and run models in GGUF format.
- The Tool I use to test/refine and evaluate new models.
- LMStudio forum on discord; endless info and community for open source.
Text Generation Webui // KolboldCPP // SillyTavern:
- Excellent tools to run GGUF models with - [ https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui ] [ https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp ] .
- Sillytavern [ https://github.com/SillyTavern/SillyTavern ] can be used with LMSTudio [ https://lmstudio.ai/ ] , TextGen [ https://github.com/oobabooga/text-generation-webui ], Kolboldcpp [ https://github.com/LostRuins/koboldcpp ], Llama-Server [part of LLAMAcpp] as a off the scale front end control system and interface to work with models.
