--- license: apache-2.0 language: - en tags: - creative - creative writing - fiction writing - plot generation - sub-plot generation - fiction writing - story generation - scene continue - storytelling - fiction story - science fiction - romance - all genres - story - writing - vivid prosing - vivid writing - fiction - roleplaying - bfloat16 - swearing - rp - horror - mistral nemo - mergekit pipeline_tag: text-generation --- ( Quants uploading, full model card to follow. )

L3-Dark-Planet-8B-GGUF

It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope). 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 is for any writing, fiction or roleplay activity. It requires Llama3 template and/or "Command-R" template. Detailed model card with more examples (one below) to follow. --- Here is one example: Q4KM, Temp=0, min parameters (this will be LEAST creative output): Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... RESPONSE: The skyscraper swayed, as if it too were watching in horror, its steel and glass facade reflecting the chaos within. She stood frozen at the edge of the room, her eyes glued to the shattered remains of the window directly across from where she was standing. It had happened so quickly - one moment everything seemed normal, the next a deafening boom shook the very foundations of the building. Glass shards rained down like deadly hailstones, shattering anything in their path. The screams and cries for help still echoed through her mind as she tried to comprehend what she'd just witnessed. She was on the 21st floor of the high-rise office complex, a place where she had spent countless hours working alongside colleagues who were now either injured or worse. Her heart raced with fear as she scanned the room frantically, searching for any sign of life amidst the destruction. The air was thick with dust and smoke, making it difficult to breathe. She coughed violently, her lungs burning from the acrid fumes. Panic threatened to overwhelm her senses, but she forced herself to remain calm, knowing that hysteria would only hinder her ability to help those in need. She took a deep breath and began moving cautiously through the debris-strewn space, her eyes scanning for any signs of movement or consciousness. The floor beneath her feet was slick with blood and shattered glass, making every step precarious. She stumbled once, catching herself just before she fell, her hands trembling as she regained her balance. As she navigated the treacherous terrain, she spotted a figure lying motionless near the far wall. Her heart skipped a beat as she rushed over to check on them, praying that they were still alive. With shaking fingers, she gently turned their head towards her and was met with a pair of vacant, unseeing eyes. She let out a sob of despair, tears streaming down her face as she realized the full extent of the tragedy unfolding around her. The weight of responsibility settled heavily upon her shoulders - she had to find others who might still be alive, and get them to safety before it was too late. With renewed determination, she continued her search, calling out for anyone who could hear her. Her voice echoed through the devastated office space, a desperate plea for help that seemed to hang in the air like a ghostly whisper. As she moved further into the wreckage, she stumbled upon another body - this one clad in a security guard's uniform. She knelt beside him, checking his pulse and breathing, but found nothing. Her heart sank as she realized he was gone too. She rose slowly to her feet, her eyes scanning the room once more for any signs of life. That's when she saw it - a glimmer of light coming from beneath a pile of rubble near the window that had exploded. Without hesitation, she rushed over and began clearing away the debris, her hands moving with a newfound sense of urgency. As she dug deeper, she finally uncovered an arm, followed by a leg, and then the rest of the body. It was one of her coworkers - a young woman who had been sitting at her desk just moments before the explosion. The girl's eyes fluttered open as she felt the cool air on her skin, and she let out a weak moan. She smiled through her tears, relief washing over her like a wave. "Help is coming," she whispered, gently stroking the woman's hair. "Just hang on." With renewed hope, she continued to clear away the rubble surrounding them, working tirelessly until they were both free from the wreckage. She helped the injured woman sit up and leaned in close, speaking softly into her ear. "We need to get out of here," she said firmly but gently. "Can you walk?" The woman nodded weakly, and together they made their way towards the door, taking slow and steady steps through the devastation. As they moved, she kept a watchful eye on her coworker, ready to catch her if she stumbled or faltered. They finally reached the stairwell and began making their way down, step by agonizing step. The woman's breathing grew more labored with each floor, but she refused to give up, driven by sheer willpower and determination. As they neared the ground level, sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder with every passing second. She quickened her pace, urging the injured woman along beside her until at last they stumbled out into the bright sunlight. Emergency responders were already on the scene, rushing to assist those who had managed to escape the building. She led the way towards them, guiding her coworker through the chaos and confusion until she was safely in their hands. As she watched the paramedics whisk her friend away to safety, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her body ached from the physical exertion, but it was nothing compared to the emotional toll of what she had just experienced. She sank down onto the curb, burying her face in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks once more. The enormity of the tragedy hit her like a tidal wave - so many lives lost or forever changed by the explosion that had ripped through their office building. But even amidst the devastation and despair, she found solace in knowing that they had made it out alive. And with every breath she took, she vowed to honor those who hadn't been so fortunate, working tirelessly to ensure that such a tragedy would never happen again.