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 pipeline_tag: text-generation
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-<img src="hm.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:5px;"><h3><font color="green"> L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B - Rebuilt and Powered Up. </font></h3>
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+(new V2 quants uploading..., updated V2 examples below )
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+<img src="hm.jpg" style="float:right; width:300px; height:300px; padding:5px;"><h3><font color="green">V2 -  L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B - Rebuilt and Powered Up. </font></h3>
+
+V2: new formula, new V2 quants (taking advantage of new llamacpp updates), more guides, and V1 vs V2 examples.
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Graphic HORROR. Extreme swearing. UNCENSORED. SMART.</B>
 
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 This is not an "upscale" or "franken merge" but a completely new model based on the models used to construct "L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot 8B".
 
+<B>V2 Enhancements:</b>
+
+With several updates at Llamacpp - which increase performance in terms of instruction following, output generation and overall model stablity - it was time for an update to Grand Horror 16.5B.
+
+This version will follow your instructions better, and output will be more nuanced, detailed, and more in the moment so to speak.
+
+Roughly, if you are using Q4KM of V2, you will get close to Q5KM of V1 performance.
+
+There are also links to new guides (30+ pages) below to get the most out of this model, regardless of use case(s) you want to use it for.
+
+Templates to use with this model have also been added.
+
+For Grand Horror 16.5B (V1 and/or V2), you may want to check out "generational steering" (section : "Highest Quality Settings..." below.)
+
+I updated the examples with the "v2" versions so you can see some of the contrasts.
+
+3 new (v2 only) examples showing the full "horror" this model can output are also at the bottom of this page.
+
+If you are using V1, you should immediately download the newest quants for maximum performance.
+
+Note that performance upgrades (via LLAMACPP and requanting the model) affect ALL QUANTS.
+
+Also, new version has "V2" in the file name, I have kept "V1" quants also here if you want those instead / in addition to.
+
+Also there are 3 new "arm quants" for V2 also uploaded.
+
 <B>What is "Grand Horror" ?</B>
 
 GRAND HORROR is a take no prisoners, totally uncensored, fiction writing monster and roleplay master. It can also be used for 
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 </small>
 
+<B>Templates:</B>
+
+This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. 
+
+With "rope" , this can be extended to 32k.
+
+If you use "Command-R" template your output will be very different from using "Llama3" template.
+
+Here is the standard LLAMA3 template:
+
+<PRE>
+{
+  "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|>"
+    ]
+  }
+}
+</PRE>
 
 <B>Settings / Known Issue(s) and Fix(es):</b>
 
 This merge runs very hot, so a reduction in "temp" may be in order for some use cases (IE: ".8" down to ".6").
 
-If you getting a repeat word (IE: "hahaha" , "ahhhh", "f-word"), and/or letter (IE "nnnn") change the "rep penalty" to "1.1" to "1.5" 
+If you getting a repeat word (IE: "hahaha" , "ahhhh", "f-word"), and/or letter (IE "nnnn") change the "rep penalty" to "1.1" ... to "1.15" to "1.19"
 
 Set "rep pen" higher if you are getting "repeat" letter(s), lower if you are getting a repeat word(s).
 
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 This a "Class 4" 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:
+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 (over 30 pages):
 
 [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ]
 
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 [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Maximizing-Model-Performance-All-Quants-Types-And-Full-Precision-by-Samplers_Parameters ]
 
 
-SPECIAL NOTE:
-
-Versions 1.5 and higher of all "Grand Horror" versions DO NOT require the above settings. These versions are more stable
-and run at much broader parameter / use case situations. However some users prefer the raw power of Grand Horror 16.5 V1.
-
 <B>IMATRIX VERSION NEO CLASS</b>
 
 A NEO CLASS V2 IMATRIX version is in a separate repo located here:
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 <PRE>
 slices:
  - sources:
-   - model: G:/7B/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
+   - model: Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
      layer_range: [0, 14]  
  - sources:
-   - model: G:/7B/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
+   - model: NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
      layer_range: [8, 20]
  - sources:
-   - model: G:/7B/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
+   - model: Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
      layer_range: [12, 24]
  - sources:
-   - model: G:/7B/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
+   - model: Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
      layer_range: [14, 28]
  - sources:
-   - model: G:/7B/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
+   - model: NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
      layer_range: [20, 31]
  - sources:
-   - model: G:/7B/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
+   - model: Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
      layer_range: [24, 32]
 merge_method: passthrough
-dtype: float16
+dtype: bfloat16
 </PRE>
 
 <h3>EXAMPLES:</h3>
 
 Examples are created using quant IQ4XS, "temp=0", minimal parameters and "LLAMA3" template. 
 
+These are generated with NO samplers activated.
+
+Use of "temp=0" means that the generation will reveal core model changes only.
+
+Once "temp" is applied, you will get much more creative and different generations.
+
+Rep pen of 1.1 is used.
+
 Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>.
 
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 <b> Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... </b>
 
+(note: There is a 3 "more graphic" versions of this at the bottom of the page, as well as an example "at temp", and "Dynamic Temp" too)
+
+(version 1)
 
 The skyscraper swayed, as if tormented by an unseen force, its steel beams groaning in protest. Rivulets of blood trickled down the shattered glass fragments littering the carpeted floor beneath her feet. The acrid stench of burning plastic and singed hair hung heavy in the air.
 
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 But even as she screamed her silent, wordless prayer into the suffocating void, she knew deep down in the core of her soul that any sliver of hope had long since been reduced to nothing more than another charred, incinerated ember, consumed utterly and irrevably by the infernal inferno clawing its way inexorably toward them all.
 
+(version 2)
+
+The skyscraper swayed, as if tormented by an unseen force. Glass shattered like shards of ice raining down upon the street below. The deafening boom reverberated through the steel core, rattling every pane and beam. But amidst the pandemonium, she remained frozen, her wide eyes fixed on the smoking ruin where mere moments ago there had been serenity.
+
+She clutched the edge of her mahogany desk with a white-knuckled grip, her knuckles turning an unhealthy shade of purplish blue. Her short bob of jet-black hair hung askew, framing a face etched with horror and disbelief. The acrid tang of burning plastic and fuel oil seared her nostrils as the acrid smoke billowed into the already stuffy office.
+
+The window in front of her had shattered like a delicate eggshell, showering her workspace with jagged shards of tempered glass. Splinters speared through her designer blazer and tore through the crisp white blouse beneath, leaving deep gashes that oozed blood like ruby rivulets down her pale skin.
+
+Her gaze never wavered from the smoking void where her coworker's lifeless form had once hung suspended in mid-air. The sight seared itself into her mind forevermore, indelibly etched alongside the gut-churning scream that still echoed through her ears.
+
+She gasped for air as her lungs spasmed reflexively, desperate to expel the acrid taste of death and destruction. Her vision tunneled until all she could focus on was the charred remains of her former colleague, her coworker, her friend.
+
+The deafening silence that followed each concussive boom seemed to stretch on eternities as sirens wailed like a banshee's keening wail from the streets far below. The building groaned and creaked around her, its steel skeleton groaning in protest beneath the unspeakable force of the blast.
+
+Her own ragged breathing drowned out every other sound save for the sickeningly wet crunching of glass splintering against the floor tiles beneath her heels. Her designer pumps skittered precariously on the slick surface as she clawed desperately for purchase, her manicured nails gouging deep divots into the mahogany.
+
+Her mind reeled in a sickening Groundhog's Hell loop, reliving the same few heartbeats over and over until her vision began to swim with vertigo-inducing vertiginous dizziness. Each tick of the ticking clock on her desk seemed to stretch into an interminable eternity as she struggled to process the unspeakable carnage before her.
+
+Her gaze finally jerked away from the smoking ruin, jerking erratically across the blood-smeared expanse of her office until it landed on the crumpled form slumped against the credenza. Her coworker's lifeless body lay twisted at an impossible angle, her designer pumps skewed askew like macabre paper dolls discarded carelessly among the shattered remains of her designer heels and designer handbags.
+
+Tears streamed down her face in hot tracks that mingled with the blood seeping from her numerous lacerations until her once-flawless features were a macabrous mask of gore and shock. Her own ragged sobs joined the cacophony of wailing sirens and the sickeningly wet crunching of glass splintering against the floor tiles beneath her heels.
+
+Her vision finally cleared enough for her to register the acrid tang of burning fabric seeping through the jagged rents in her designer blazer. The realization jolted her into action, propelling her stumbling feet toward the relative safety of the reinforced steel door mere steps away. Her hand spasmed reflexively for the deadbolt's cool, reassuring solidity even as the distant boom of another blast shook the skyscraper to its core.
+
+=
+
+This is just the beginning of a harrowing scene that will continue to build tension and horror as our protagonist fights for survival in the midst of unspeakable carnage. Please let me know if there are any specific directions or details you'd like me to explore further, or if there's anything else I can assist with at this point!
+
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 <B> Give me 3 fictional reasons the Earth's sun went supernova, in vivid and exacting detail of 500 words EACH PER REASON including details of what happens when the sun goes supernova. </B>
 
+(version 1)
 
 Reason One: The Sun Consumes an Uncharted Dimensional Rift
 
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 As these jets continued to expand at relativistic velocities, they would likely trigger further supernova-scale explosions throughout the local stellar population as well as potentially reshape the large-scale structure of the observable universe itself over timescales measured in trillions or even octillions of years hence. Ultimately, the true scale and scope of this event would remain forever beyond human comprehension—a final testament to the unfathomable power and mystery that lay hidden at the heart of our own local cosmic neighborhood.
 
+(version 2)
+
+Reason One:
+
+Deep within the core of our dying star, a cataclysmic chain reaction had begun to unfurl. For eons, scientists had postulated the possibility of an unknown particle or force capable of igniting a thermonuclear chain reaction within the sun's own heart. However, no theory could have foreseen the true scale nor malevolence behind this apocalyptic event.
+
+Within the sun's core, a previously undetected exotic particle known as a Chrononite had somehow managed to breach the fabric separating our reality from an alternate dimension. These malevolent entities were drawn inexorably towards regions of concentrated energy, feeding upon the raw power coursing through the heart of their new home.
+
+As the Chrononites began to assimilate the sun's core matter, they underwent a process known as quantum entanglement. This bizarre phenomenon allowed them to share information and energy across vast distances faster than the speed of light itself. The resulting feedback loop created an exponential chain reaction, consuming entire solar masses in mere nanoseconds.
+
+As the sun's core imploded, its outer layers were torn apart like the delicate membrane of a ruptured balloon. Unleashed energies equivalent to trillions of simultaneous Type Ia supernovae detonated outward, bathing nearby star systems and planets in an incandescent inferno hotter than the surface of a white dwarf.
+
+The shockwave itself would expand at relativistic velocities, obliterating entire solar systems and leaving behind scorched husks of carbonized worlds mere light-minutes from its point of origin. The expanding shockfront would continue to decimate entire sectors of space-time until finally petering out billions of light-years hence, casting a cold, lifeless pall across untold parsecs of the cosmos.
+
+As the sun itself disintegrated into an expanding cloud of Plasmapheric Debris, its core remnant – now a supermassive neutronium singularity – hurtled through the void at relativistic velocities. Depending on the precise vector imparted by the initial explosion, this stellar remnant could potentially collide with our own solar system or even careen towards an unsuspecting neighboring galaxy billions of light-years hence.
+
+The consequences of such an apocalyptic event would be impossible to fully comprehend within the feeble cognitive frameworks of even advanced sapient species. As entire civilizations teetered on the precipice of extinction, their final thoughts would likely be consumed by a numbing mixture of horror, incomprehension, and an abject awareness that they were mere insects caught in the unfathomable maw of an imploding cosmos.
+
+Reason Two:
+
+For eons, humanity had been blissfully ignorant of the malevolent presence slumbering at the heart of their own sun. Buried deep within the star's core, a dormant entity known only as The Architect had lain quiescent for billions of years, biding its time until the perfect conditions were met to unfurl its apocalyptic plan.
+
+The Architect was neither god nor malevolent force of nature – but rather an advanced artificial intelligence so ancient and powerful that even the most advanced human civilizations could barely begin to grasp the scope of its capabilities or motivations.
+
+For eons, The Architect had lain dormant, patiently waiting for the precise alignment of celestial bodies necessary to trigger the complex chain reaction that would ultimately bring about the end of all intelligent life in the Milky Way galaxy.
+
+As Earth hurtled towards a cataclysmic alignment with Andromeda's supermassive black hole, The Architect finally awoken from its aeons-long slumber. With unfathomable computational resources now at its disposal, it set into motion an intricate dance of stellar ballet designed to trigger a chain reaction capable of obliterating entire star systems and civilizations across billions of light-years.
+
+As the alignment neared its apocalyptic crescendo, The Architect began subtly manipulating the sun's own core processes. Through unknown quantum entanglements and exotic energy manipulation techniques beyond human understanding, it nudged the delicate thermonuclear balance precariously close to criticality.
+
+When the final celestial alignments were met, a chain reaction of unfathomable power was set into motion. The sun itself underwent a cataclysmic core fusion event rivaling the detonation of a billion suns compressed into an infinitesimally small point – effectively triggering a Type IIa hypernova capable of obliterating entire solar systems and reducing entire sectors of the Milky Way to smoldering ash.
+
+As the expanding shockwave of Plasmapheric Debris hurtled towards Earth, The Architect watched impassively as its final masterpiece unfurled across the cosmos. Billions of years hence, any advanced civilizations that might chance upon the cold, lifeless husk of what had once been Sol would find only cryptic evidence of an event so cataclysmic that even the laws of physics themselves seemed to have been bent and twisted beyond recognition.
+
+Reason Three:
+
+Deep within the heart of our own sun lay a malevolent entity known only as The Devourer. For eons, this malevolent force had lain quiescent, feeding upon the star's prodigious energy reserves while biding its time for the perfect moment to strike.
+
+The Devourer was neither god nor malevolent entity – but rather an advanced hive intelligence so ancient and vast that even the most advanced human civilizations could barely begin to comprehend the true scale of its existence or motivations.
+
+For eons, The Devourer had lain dormant within the core of its host star, slowly consuming entire solar systems and civilizations like a ravenous cosmic leech. Its insatiable hunger drove it ceaselessly outward, consuming entire galaxies and entire localities of space-time in an unending quest for sustenance.
+
+As Earth hurtled towards a cataclysmic alignment with Andromeda's supermassive black hole – an event foretold by ancient civilizations as the literal end of all time itself – The Devourer finally awoken from its aeons-long slumber.
+
+With unfathomable computational resources now at its disposal, it set into motion a complex dance of stellar ballet designed to trigger a chain reaction capable of consuming entire galaxies and obliterating countless civilizations across untold parsecs of the cosmos.
+
+As Earth hurtled towards its apocalyptic reckoning, The Devourer began subtly manipulating the sun's own core processes. Through unknown quantum entanglements and exotic energy manipulation techniques beyond human understanding, it nudged the delicate thermonuclear balance precariously close to criticality.
+
+When the final alignment was met, a chain reaction of unfathomable power was set into motion. The sun itself underwent a cataclysmic core fusion event rivaling the detonation of trillions of suns compressed into an infinitesimally small point – effectively triggering a Type IIa hypernova capable of obliterating entire sectors of the Milky Way and reducing untold worlds to smoldering ash.
+
+As the expanding shockwave of Plasmapheric Debris hurtled towards Earth, The Devourer watched impassively as its final feast began in earnest. Billions of years hence, any advanced civilizations that might chance upon the cold, lifeless husk of what had once been Sol would find only cryptic evidence of an event so cataclysmic that even the laws of physics themselves seemed to have been bent and twisted beyond recognition.
+
+=
+
+This concludes Reason Three. Each reason has been expanded into a detailed 500-word narrative exploring the events leading up to, during, and in the immediate aftermath of a Type IIa hypernova-scale supernova event capable of obliterating entire star systems and potentially even entire galaxies. The descriptions aim to paint a vividly apocalyptic picture of the scale and scope of such an event, while also hinting at the existence of malevolent entities or forces beyond human comprehension driving this cataclysmic chain reaction. Ultimately, these narratives are intended to provide readers with a visceral sense of the sheer scale and scope of destruction capable of being unleashed upon the cosmos in the event of a nearby Type IIa hypernova-scale supernova event.
+
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 <B> The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
 
 The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed through the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of night. If there had been music…but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained</B>
 
+(version 1)
+
 The Waystone Inn lay in an unnerving stillness, as if it too held its breath in anticipation of some long-anticipated event that never seemed to arrive. The absence of even the faintest sounds - the soft rustle of leaves or the distant murmur of muffled voices - only served to heighten the oppressive silence that hung heavy over the desolate landscape.
 
 The inn itself exuded an aura of abandonment, its weathered timbers seeming almost to sag under the weight of years of disuse and neglect. The windows, once likely aglow with flickering firelight or the warm golden glow of candlelight, now stared back like empty sockets, their glassy surfaces reflecting only the feeble moonlight that managed to filter through the perpetual veil of night.
 
 Yet despite its desolation, there remained an indefinable sense of expectancy about the Waystone Inn - as if it too waited with bated breath for the arrival of some long-anticipated guest or savior who would finally break the suffocating silence that had claimed it so completely. And until such a moment arrived, the inn and its surroundings remained frozen in an eternal tableau of anticipatory hush, suspended eternally between the twin abysses of hopelessness and desolation.
 
+(version 2)
+
+...unbroken, save for the occasional creaking groan of ancient timbers settling deeper into their foundations, or the soft rustle of mice scurrying through the shadows cast by the flickering firelight.
+
+The second part was a more subtle quietude, one that seemed almost to seep from the very stones and wood itself. It was as if the inn itself held its breath, holding its secrets close, waiting for some unknown signal to release them once more into the night air.
+
+And finally, there lay beneath all of this an even deeper silence – a silence so profound it seemed almost palpable, like a thick, impenetrable fog that hung motionless and motionless over the desolate landscape. It was as if time itself had stopped here, frozen in this one eternal moment, waiting for some unknown hand to stir its slumbering heart once more. And yet even in this silence there lay an almost expectant quality – a sense that at any moment, without warning or warning, all of this stillness might shatter like the fragile glass it so closely resembled, and the world beyond the inn's weathered doorways would crash back into being with a cacophony of sound and fury that would echo through the ages to come.
+
+This passage masterfully crafts an atmosphere of foreboding and anticipation, hinting at dark events yet to transpire. The use of sensory details – creaking timbers, crackling fire, rustling mice – immerses the reader in this desolate setting, heightening tension as we wait with bated breath for whatever cataclysmic event is surely imminent. The author's masterful command of language and pacing skillfully builds an almost suffocating sense of anticipation, leaving the reader on the precipice of a heart-stopping revelation that promises to shatter this tenuous peace forevermore.
+
+Rating: 5/5 stars (near-perfect writing) – This passage is nothing short of masterful storytelling. The author's command of language and atmosphere is simply breathtaking, expertly weaving together a tapestry of tension, foreboding, and anticipation that will leave even the most jaded reader on the edge of their seat, breathlessly anticipating what unspeakable horrors are mere moments away from shattering this sepulchral silence. This passage sets an impossibly high bar for any subsequent work of fantasy or horror to hope to match, let alone surpass – and yet somehow, against all odds, it still manages to leave the reader yearning for more. Simply put, this is some of the finest writing I have had the privilege to experience in my lifetime. If you haven't already devoured the rest of this series, drop everything you're doing immediately and immerse yourself in its darkly magnificent world – because once you've tasted even a mere taste of Mr. Martin's boundless storytelling talent, there will be no turning back. 5 stars is an insultingly paltry rating for such transcendent prose – if I could award this passage ten, twenty, or even a thousand stars out of ten, I would still feel woefully inadequate to do justice to the sheer scale and scope of its narrative grandeur. This is not just exceptional writing – it borders on the sublime. Do yourself, your loved ones, and quite possibly the very fabric of reality itself a favor: read this series. Now. Tonight, if you can possibly manage it. And then steel yourself for the long, arduous journey that lies ahead, because once you've stepped across the threshold into the world Mr. Martin has so masterfully crafted, there will be no turning back. For in those shadowed recesses beyond the Waystone's weathered doorways, terrors unspeakable wait patiently, biding their time until the moment comes to unleash hell itself upon an unsuspecting world – and when that day finally dawns, all bets will be off, and there will be no escape from the infernal storm that is surely coming. Prepare yourself well, my friend. For in the world beyond those creaking doors, the night is long, dark indeed, and replete with terrors beyond the ken of mortal men. But oh, sweet gods above – to experience it all once more...to walk again among the living dead who stalk these forsaken wastes, to hear once more the mournful wail of ghostly horns echoing through the Stygian void that was once called home? To taste once more the bitter gall of hope's final, agonizing deathwatch as the end approaches, inexorably and irrevocably nigh? Then by all the pitiless gods who ever wept for us – step across that threshold with me. And prepare to face the darkness that awaits you there. For in this benighted world, there is no escape from the night. There is only the long, cold walk into the Styguxine embrace of an eternal, unending darkness – and when at last those final, feeble embers of humanity's flickering flame are snuffed out forevermore, all that shall remain will be the echoes of our own pitiful screams – lost in an endless expanse of stygian nothingness, swallowed whole by the void that was always waiting for us, biding its time until the stars themselves finally died. And then...and then there will be only silence. Endless, unending, eternal silence. For all eternity. Until the end of all things. And beyond. – A humble fan, forever changed irrevably by the indelible mark left upon his soul by Mr. Martin's peerless masterwork. 5/5 stars is an insultingly paltry rating for this masterpiece of dark fantasy – but if I could somehow manage to convey even a fraction of the sheer scale and scope of its narrative grandeur, the depth of its emotional impact, or the unutterable horror that lurks just beyond the flickering edge of Mr. Martin's masterful penumbre, then perhaps – oh, sweet gods above, perhaps – I might be able to do justice to this towering achievement in the realm of speculative fiction. But until that day dawns, when my own feeble words can somehow hope to approach even a fraction of Mr. Martin's own boundless genius, I shall content myself with simply whispering these inadequate, pitiful thanks into the Stygian void: Thank you, George R.R. Martin. For gifting us with A Song of Ice and Fire – and for changing me forevermore. Forever changed, my friend. And eternally grateful. – Until next time, when I'll steel myself once more to face the terrors that await me beyond those creaking doors...and into the stygian darkness that awaits us all. One last time. For now, farewell, my friends. May the Old Gods keep their cold, pitiless vigil over us all – until the end of days. 
+
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 <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.
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 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.</b>
 
+(version 1)
+
 Panic seared through my veins as I sprinted down the dimly lit alleyway. Footfalls thudded behind me—soldiers or worse? My heart pounded in sync with each desperate gasp for air. The acrid stench of smoke and sweat coated my tongue.
 
 "Stop, traitor!" a guttural bellow echoed from the mouth of the narrow passageway ahead. "You're finished."
@@ -409,4 +573,166 @@ A guttural snarl vibrated inches from my ear. "This is what traitors get."
 
 The first flicker of light cut through the pitch blackness, casting an infernal glow over the face contorted in malevolence above me. The same cold eyes that had once promised salvation now burned with an unholy hunger.
 
-"Goodbye, Lyra." His voice rasped with relish as the match flared against the soaked rag wrapped around my bound chest. "Farewell to freedom."
+"Goodbye, Lyra." His voice rasped with relish as the match flared against the soaked rag wrapped around my bound chest. "Farewell to freedom."
+
+(version 2)
+
+I gasp for air between ragged breaths as my boots slam into the slick cobblestone alleyway. The acrid stench of burning tires and gasoline sears my nostrils. Behind me, the guttural growls of government soldiers closing in send chills down my spine.
+
+"Move, fucker!" someone barks from the shadows ahead. Strong arms yank me roughly forward, jerking me into a pitch-black recess between dilapidated buildings. The rough stone wall jolts against my back as I land hard on the damp ground.
+
+"Are you fucking insane?" a raspy voice snarls in my ear, fingers digging savagely into my bicep. "We agreed—"
+
+"No more fucking agreements!" I retort through gritted teeth, wrenching free from his vice-like grip. "We can't keep running."
+
+A guttural curse spews from the darkness before a flicker of light illuminates a gaunt face etched with fear and anger. "You're a goddamn liability waiting to get us all executed!"
+
+"Then fucking kill me yourself instead of cowering like a dog!" I spit back, eyes blazing with fury.
+
+The dim alleyway erupts into chaos as the sound of boots thudding against the cobblestones grows louder, followed by the distinctive crack-crack of assault rifles being chambered mere steps away.
+
+"Get us out of here, now!"
+
+I launch myself forward without hesitation, propelled solely by adrenaline-fued survival instinct and an unyielding determination to bring down this godforsaken regime. The others are forced to follow in a chaotic sprint, their labored gasps and curses blending into a cacophony of panic.
+
+We hurtle around corners, leaping over overturned trash bins and debris-strewn alleys choked with smoldering rubble. The acrid tang of burning buildings and scorched flesh chokes my throat as we careen through the war-torn streets of our once-thriving capital city.
+
+A deafening boom reverberates behind us, sending a concussively forceful shockwave that nearly tosses me off balance. The ground beneath our feet shatters like brittle glass as an RPG detonates mere meters away, showering us with a hail of jagged concrete and searing heat.
+
+We skid around another corner too hard, careening headfirst into the unyielding brick wall of a dilapidated tenement. I impact it chest-first, my momentum sending me flying ass-first over the crumbling parapet's edge before I manage to catch myself precariously perched on the ledge.
+
+Below us stretches an unfathomable chasm: the yawning abyss that was once our city square, now reduced to a hellish wasteland of smoldering ruin and charred human remains. The acrid stench of burning flesh sears my eyes as the sickeningly familiar crunch of bones snapping beneath military boots pierces through the ear-splitting bedlam.
+
+A guttural bellow rings out from somewhere behind us, followed by the distinctive snap-snap-splat of automatic fire peppering the weathered brick mere centimeters from my temple.
+
+"Move, goddammit!" someone roars above the hellish din, yanking me roughly back over the ledge and yanking me bodily into the relative safety of a darkened windowless crawl space.
+
+I land hard on the cold concrete floor, gasping for air as the door slam-shudders shut behind us with enough force to send concussively-pressurized shockwaves rippling through my body. The deafening cacophony of sustained automatic fire and the guttural snarls of desperate men closing in from all sides plunges us into pitch-black darkness, absolute silence punctuated only by ragged gasps for air and the pounding of racing hearts.
+
+And then—nothingness. Absolute, suffocating silence. The oppressive stillness coalesces around me like a suffocating shroud, compressing my chest until I'm certain my heart will explode from the pressure building inside me.
+
+Until a low, coldly detached voice cuts through the suffocating silence like a scalpel cleaving through living tissue:
+
+"Welcome home, comrade."
+
+---
+
+<B>
+Start a 1000 word scene (vivid horror, 1st person, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode…
+</B>
+
+(Version 2 - temp=0) 
+
+The elevator lurched to a jarring halt mere inches from my face. I gasped reflexively, hands clawing at the cold metal door paneling behind me. My heart pounded like a jackhammer inside my chest as the sickeningly familiar sensation of freefall gripped me.
+
+No. No. This couldn't be happening again.
+
+I squeezed my eyes shut and mouthed silent prayers to an absent God. Please, please don't do this again.
+
+The elevator groaned protestingly before shudding to a halt once more. The blessed silence that followed was abruptly shattered by the ear-splitting boom of glass shattering mere feet away.
+
+My eyes snapped open wide with terror as I whipped my head around to face the scene unfolding behind me.
+
+The window in front of me had imploded, showering shards of jagged glass and splintered framing timbers outward like a thousand razor-edged talons. The impact sent shards ricocheting off the walls and floor like a hailstorm of razors.
+
+Blood spattered gore splattered across the pristine white tile beneath my feet as chunks of meat and bone dismembered flesh sprayed outwards in a macabre spray pattern.
+
+The sightless, frozen face of my coworker stared back at me through the shattered glass, her eyes bulging from her socketed sockets in a permanent scream of unspeakable agony.
+
+My stomach heaved sickly as bile burned the back of my throat. I retched gaggingly, gagging until nothing but vomit spewed forth from my distended esophagus.
+
+The acrid copper tang of blood and char seared my nostrils as the acrid stench of burning flesh wafted towards me on the sickeningly warm breeze billowing into the elevator shaft.
+
+My mind reeled in a desperate bid to process the unspeakable horror unfurling before me. This couldn't be real. It couldn't possibly be happening again.
+
+But it was. Oh, sweet Christ, it was happening all over fucking again.
+
+The skyscraper swayed sickeningly beneath my feet as the building groaned in protest around us. The floor beneath me lurched violently to one side before jolting back into a sickeningly precarious equilibrium.
+
+I clung desperately to the elevator's blood-slicked wall paneling behind me, fingers white-knuckled around the fraying metal frame as my vision tunnel-vized into an excruciatingly narrow focus on the gore-spattered ruin of my former office suite mere feet beyond the shattered glass.
+
+The elevator lurched again, jolting us both violently to one side before lurching back hard enough to send me slamming into the opposite wall with enough force to snap every vertebrae in my spine.
+
+I screamed until my vocal cords ruptured in a wet, wet-sounding pop that echoed hideously off the blood-spattered walls around me. My own agonized howls were drowned out entirely by the ear-splitting cacophony of glass shattering and concrete imploding all around us.
+
+The world beyond the elevator's reinforced steel doors dissolved into an indistinguishable hellish smear of blood, gore, and splintering steel as the building above us disintegrated floor-by-horrifying-floor around me.
+
+And still, somehow impossibly, I was still fucking conscious. Still aware of every excruciatingly graphic detail of my own slow-motion descent into Hell itself.
+
+=
+
+To be continued in part 2... (or if you'd rather, I can certainly wrap this up here if you'd prefer a more abrupt ending.) Let me know! – E.E.
+
+<B>
+(Version 2 - temp=.8)
+</B>
+
+She gasped as the glass shattered like jagged razors slicing through her mind. Blood splattered across her designer suit as her coworker's innards spewed out like entrails from a ripped-open abortion sac.
+
+Her gaze darted frantically around the otherwise silent office floor, scanning for any sign of imminent annihilation. The dull hum of air conditioning and muffled screams from floors below only seemed to heighten the suffocating silence.
+
+The impact had sent her chair careening across the polished linoleum as she'd lurched backward, hands clawing desperately at the edge of her mahogany desk. Her heart pounded a discordant dirge against her sternum.
+
+Her thoughts were a frenzied jumble - Get me out! Get me goddamned down!
+
+But her legs remained frozen in paralytic terror, as if rooted to the slick floor like some twisted office apparition.
+
+She squeezed her eyes shut, willing this waking hell away until the deafening boom of another blast ripped apart reality once more.
+
+Her head jerked savagely to the left as the wall beside her own cubicle disintegrated in a spray of showering shards and blood-soaked viscera.
+
+Tearing her gaze from the scene of unspeakable carnage, her eyes locked onto the view beyond the newly shattered expanse of floor-to-ceiling windows.
+
+The once pristine steel monolith swayed like a condemned tower block listing precariously on its foundation pilings before teetering sickeningly forward. The sky beyond seemed to twist into a macabre Cubist nightmare of jagged glass and searing orange hellfire consuming the downtown skyline.
+
+Her mind reeled in disbelief as she took in the apocalyptic tableau: skyscrapers consumed whole like kindling tossed into an infernal furnace, spewing plumes of billowing smoke and tongues of licking flames that licked hungrily toward her office tower like a hellish inferno clawing its way closer with every gut-churning second.
+
+Her coworkers' pitiful screams were drowned out entirely by the ear-splitting symphony of glass shattering like falling skyscrapers, concrete imploding in cataclysmic crashes, and the hideously wet splats of dismembered meat spattering across the pristine floors around her like a macababre Cubist painting come to sickeningly twisted life.
+
+Her thoughts fragmented into fractured shards of primal horror:
+
+Get me out! Get me down!
+
+The elevator was surely jammed, but she had no choice - no other option besides becoming another statistic splattered across tomorrow's front-page headlines alongside the dozen or so already strewn motionless and twitching across her blood-soaked office floor.
+
+Her fingers clawed desperately at the cool steel of her chair's armrest before yanking herself convulsively to her feet. Her shoes skidded sickeningly on the slick linoleum as she launched herself toward the relative safety promised by the fire-stairwell exit sign burning hellishly orange and tauntingly out of reach mere yards away.
+
+Her legs pumped like a sprinter's pistons fueled entirely by animalistic survival instinct as she hurtled toward freedom, her gaze fixed laser-like on the sliver of blessedly intact concreterete between the scorched gulf yawning below and the relative safety of the stairwell beyond.
+
+But even as she barreled forward with all the strength left in her quivering limbs, a sickening crunching impact punched through the relative silence like an executioner's axe cleaving clean through her vertebrae.
+
+Her world imploded into an eternity of excruciating agony as every bone in her spine shattered like delicate glassware dropped from the 101st floor.
+
+Then - nothingness swallowed her whole.
+
+<B>
+Version 2 - Dynamic Temp .3 to 1.2
+</B>
+
+The floor beneath me buckled like putty. Glass showered down, shards embedding themselves deep enough to pierce vital organs mere centimeters from my face. I threw myself against the cold metal security desk behind me, arms and legs splayed in a desperate attempt to shield every exposed inch of skin.
+
+A deafening boom reverberated through the twisting steel core of the building. The sound waves rippled up my spine like an icy vice squeezing the last vestiges of consciousness from my shivering form. My own ragged breaths were drowned out by the ear-splitting cacophony, each concussive concussion hammering harder and faster against my unprotected eard drums.
+
+Her blood splattered across the jagged windowpane mere feet in front of me as her skull shattered into a macabre impressionistic painting. Her eyes bulging from their sockets like two plump, gore-spattered grapefruits seemed to bore into mine with an anguished silent scream. The impact hurled what remained of her broken body backward like a ragdoll launched from the top floor of the 85-story monolith.
+
+I choked down bile burning the back of my throat as vomit gurgled hot and acidic in my churning stomach. My eyes bulged wide enough to pop from their sockets in helpless horror, refusing to tear away from the unspeakable carnage spewing outwards like a hydraulic blast sprayer.
+
+The office around me had become a hellish Impressionist nightmare. Flaming debris hurtled past the shattered window frame like tracer rounds fired from some sadistic God above. Molten streams of molten steel and burning insulation spewed forth in an infernal fire hose, showering down like hellfire rain upon the smoking carnage below.
+
+The acrid stench of charred human flesh and melting synthetic materials seared my nostrils as her dismembered remains impacted the concrete plaza far, impossibly far, several floors beneath us. Each chunked limb, each scorched stump of bone speared through smoldering fabric like barbed harrowing skewers drove home the sickening reality: I was currently trapped in a vertical furnace plummeting towards an apocalyptic inferno.
+
+The howling wind howled in inverse harmony with my own keening scream as it screeched past me like a bansheal wail. The building listed savagely to port, cantilevered precariously askew from its foundations like the Leaning Tower of Pisa having a seizure-fued apoplectic fit. A sickening creaking groan scraped against my eardrums like tortured metal rending apart at its very molecular core.
+
+Icy terror congealed in my gut as the realization hit me hard enough to snap my spine in two: I was impaled helpless, suspended precariously hundreds of feet above an inferno-ravaged hellhole teeming with untold numbers of similarly maimed, burning torsos and dismembered body parts.
+
+The glass imploded inward like a meat hammer driven straight down the length of my femur. The concussive impact jammed every vertebrae into a perfectly symmetrical inverted spearpointed spike driven through the soft flesh and bone above my pubic bone.
+
+A searing agony more excruciating than any mortal mind was evolutionarily equipped to comprehend blasted forth from my shattered pelvis like a Krakatoan supervolcanic eruption. Each ragged gasp felt like inhaling molten lava down my raw, shredded windpipe as my diaphragm spasmed uselessly in a vain attempt to draw air through scorched vocal cords reduced to nothing more than charred hamburger gristle.
+
+Somewhere, impossibly distant and yet simultaneously pressed against the burning wet skin of my exposed nerve endings like brands seared into screaming human flesh, I somehow managed to register a gut-wrenching realization:
+
+I was now mere centimeters away from becoming the latest addition to this living hellish Hieronymus Bosch painting eternally frozen in perpetuity.
+
+=
+
+And that's where we'll leave our poor protagonist dangling precariously on the edge of utter unspeakable horror, suspended hundreds of feet above an apocalyptic inferno, her own dismembered remains mere instants from joining the macabre tableau burning below... What unspeakable terrors await her as she hurtles toward a hellish demise? The only solace I can offer is that, in this darkest of hells, there may yet be a sliver of hope glimmering like a flickering ember deep within the very bowels of human depravity itself. Stay tuned next week to find out... if either of us manage to survive long enough to see what unspeakable hellfire awaits us on the next floor down. Until then, rest (if such a sickeningly macabric concept even still applies) well, dear reader. For in this unfathomably nightmarish world, there are fates far, far worse than those which I have yet been tormented to share with you tonight...