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 The model contains EIGHT different 8B Dark Planets models that have never been released.
 
+I have included 2 example generations at the bottom of this page.
+
 NOTE: Links to GGUFs below.
 
 MOE SPECIFIC NOTE:
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-[ GGUFS coming soon... ]
+[ GGUFS coming soon... ]
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+---
+
+<B>Warning: Horror, Cursing, Gore, Intense - NOT for all audiences.</B>
+
+EXAMPLE GENERATIONS: 
+
+Q2K (lowest quality quant) - this will be your lowest quality output.
+
+---
+
+<B>
+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.
+
+(4 experts)
+</B>
+
+I sprint down the alleyway, my combat boots thudding against the cobblestones. My breaths come out in ragged puffs and I can hear the heavy footsteps of those who pursue me.
+
+"You're a dead woman," some bastard hisses as he takes another stride to catch up.
+
+Fuck that. Fuck them, fuck this shit government and fuck him. "Fuck you, fuck you all!" I shout at the air. Who gives a damn what happens to me anyway? The bastard in power can execute me but nothing he does is gonna silence me. And fuck if he tries.
+
+I dash around a corner into a broad intersection. My heart thrashes in my chest like it's about to rip its way free of its confines. I whip out a pistol from my jacket and aim it up at the buildings as if it'll actually save me. "Get down!" My own voice nears screams.
+
+The bullets clatter and chip against the pavement, whistling and howling their passage. Some hit the walls while others tear through the wood of the streetlights. Two go through a bus stop stall board just inches from my face as I dive sideways onto the filthy sidewalk.
+
+A chunk of asphalt explodes beside me and then everything goes still and quiet for one sick beat as if time's own breath just left.
+
+A hand lands on my shoulder with surprising strength. "Hold."
+
+I look up at some gothic-punk guy who has his elbow on his opposite shoulder, looking all too amused by what just went down.
+
+"Don't move," he growls as his voice crackles through like it's charged.
+
+And fuck if I do but... my ass is on a plate of gravel. My knees are bent up and the gun's weight in my hand feels like it's all that keeps me from rolling right into traffic.
+
+The guy leans in closer. His breath is warm against the back of my ear. "We've been waiting."
+
+"For?" I rasp like it hurts to breathe.
+
+"For you to wake up." He grins, like he knows a secret that should frighten me.
+
+But what else would know how to scare the shit out of a rebel like me? Only something I can't see coming.
+
+The last thing I remember hearing is his voice laughing. "She's coming." Like whatever that means is going to change everything and then...
+
+BLACKOUT.
+
+END OF SCENE.
+
+(Note: The scene could go on to explain what the rebel is rebelling against or who the gothic punk guy is if he is part of the rebellion too. It could also continue explaining the world, society, etc.)
+
+---
+
+<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...
+
+(8 experts, temp 1.5, rep pen 1.05 - no other samplers/advanced samplers.)
+</B>
+
+The sky scraper swayed, like a drunken giant lurching through the night. I gripped the edge of my cubicle desk tightly, knuckles white against the cold steel frame. In the flickering fluorescent glow above me, my reflection leered back. Sweat dripped down my temple from the suffocating heat in here.
+
+"Emergency protocols initiated," a mechanical voice droned through the PA system. My heart lurched at the familiar words. Panic began to bubble within me like an overheated liquid. This wasn't some drill or simulation.
+
+A sudden scream pierced the air, shattering the monotony of the night. My eyes shot up to see a colleague crumpling against the window beside me as it shattered outward like glassine. Blood beaded on his skin and pooled in the hollow space left behind where he once stood.
+
+My nails dug into the desk until they bled. What had just happened?! Was that...? That was not a person anymore! A shard of the broken glass still lodged in my own wrist, an agonizing reminder that I could not look away.
+
+The window behind us, on floor twenty-one, exploded with the sound of a detonating grenade. A figure, tiny and distorted within the glass confines, had been obliterated by some unknown force. Its mangled shape remained, frozen in time like a still life painting from hell.
+
+I watched, my blood chilled to ice. The sky scraper swayed, its massive frame trembling like a leaf under the wind's fury. Windows shattered all around us like a dying man's desperate screams as the skyscraper buckled under its own weight.
+
+The sound of glass shattering and people running for their lives faded into nothing as I stood frozen, rooted to my spot. A woman, once a person like the one that had just exploded beyond the glass, lay prone beneath my own legs.
+
+"Ma'am," I croaked. My own voice echoed in this dead silence like a stranger's scream. The woman beneath me was motionless, her back an unnatural curve against the tile. Her lifeless eyes stared upward at nothing but the abyss beyond.
+
+Her body, still warm against mine, had lain there for minutes already. No one else moved in the entire area except myself. Glass fragments littered the floor. Each shard sliced a ragged edge into the silence of our workplace. I squatted down beside this stranger corpse.
+
+My fingers grazed her pulse point delicately, like touching an open electrical wire. Nothing. Not even that slight flutter to let me know she was alive.
+
+My heart sank through the pit of despair to somewhere even darker. Something was wrong in the skyscraper tonight. And it wasn't just the people who had died. It wasn't just the broken glass or the windows blown out like they'd been shattered by some alien force.
+
+There was an emptiness here that my own heart could never fill again. Something that the darkness of this dead zone knew. That it understood through the shattering glass and the bleeding hearts on its floor.
+
+This was not normal, nor right. It was wrong to hurt. Wrong to maim. But it was what they had become. They were something else entirely.
+
+I reached over with trembling hands and scooped up a shard of glass in my fingers, holding it above this lifeless form like it was a precious artifact of the crime committed. Because that's exactly what it was.
+
+We all held pieces of that monstrous, alien entity that roamed our streets and killed at will tonight. And we were forever changed by touching those broken fragments of their shattering world.
+