WARNING: NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun.
It is a LLama3 model, max context of 8192 (or 32k+ with rope) using mixture of experts to combine FOUR "Dark Planet" models of 8B each into one massive powerhouse at 25B parameters (equal to 32B - 4 X 8 B).
This model's instruction following, and output generation for creative writing, prose, fiction and role play are exceptional.
It excels at description, dialog, imagery, metaphors, and prose - and shows great variations in sentence / paragraph size, length, and composition.
It is also not afraid, and will not pull its punches.
And it has a sense of humor too.
It can do horror just as easily as it can do romance.
Most notably dialog is very "un-ai" like, combined with prose (short, and terse at times).
(lots of different examples below, including 2, 3 and 4 experts and different genres)
And it is fast: 34 t/s (2 experts) on a low end 16GB card, Q3KS.
Double this speed for standard/mid-range video cards.
Model can be used also for all genres (examples below showing this).
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.
Example outputs below.
Model Notes:
Meet the Team: Mixture of Experts Models
This model is based on the original "Llama 3 Dark Planet 8B" (GGUF / SOURCE) merge that has been "evolved" several times. Each "evolved" version is then tested, if it is unique and/or removes certain negative attibutes and/or enhances certain positive attibutes, it is kept otherwise it is deleted.
This model contains the four ("cr2","cr1","r7" and "r6") best models from this process, with the very best as a "captain" of the "MOE" so to speak.
None of these versions have ever been released, but contain the "raw source DNA" of the original model.
This process was first explored in the WORDSTORM Project
The mixture of experts is set at 2 experts, but you can use 3 or 4 too.
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 master chefs in the kitchen all competing to make the best dish for you.
This results in higher quality generation.
That means the power of every model is available during instruction and output generation.
This brings unparalleled power to all forms of generation and all use cases.
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:6"
(no quotes, where "6" 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.
[ https://github.com/arcee-ai/mergekit ]
Special thanks to Team "Mradermacher":
They saved me a tonne of time uploading the quants and created IMATRIX quants too.
IMATRIX GGUFS:
[ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-4x8B-Dark-Planet-Rising-25B-i1-GGUF ]
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).
FLASH ATTENTION ENHANCEMENT:
As per user feedback here [ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Llama-3.2-8X3B-MOE-Dark-Champion-Instruct-uncensored-abliterated-18.4B-GGUF/discussions/1 ] I would suggest trying this model with Flash Attention "on", depending on your use case.
Quants, Samplers, Generational steering and other topics are covered in the section below: "Highest Quality Settings..."
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:
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..."
Special thanks to Team "Mradermacher":
They saved me a tonne of time uploading the quants and created IMATRIX quants too.
IMATRIX GGUFS:
[ https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/L3-MOE-4x8B-Dark-Planet-Rising-25B-i1-GGUF ]
Template:
This is a LLAMA3 model, and requires Llama3 template, but may work with other template(s) and has maximum context of 8k / 8192. However this can be extended using "rope" settings up to 32k.
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 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 TWO, 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.
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 - Generation #1)
Fuck, this shit always gets my heart racing. I grip the pistol tighter as I peer through the scope at the enemy's position. They're well-armed and well-trained, which makes them a threat, but it also means they'll be more of a challenge to take down. The thought sends a thrill through me - the riskier the mission, the sweeter the victory.
"Move in now," I hear my teammate, Luna, say into the comms.
I nod, even though she can't see me. "You got our six," I reply, acknowledging her coverage from the rear.
"Copy that, let's do this." Her voice is calm, but I know she's as ready as I am to take down these fucks.
I squeeze off a round, taking out one of the guards. They're wearing body armor, so it'll take more than a few shots to take them all down. But we have grenades and I've got some tricks up my sleeve to even the odds.
As I move in closer, I notice the guard to my left has his back to me, which gives me an opportunity I can't pass up. I chamber another round and aim for the base of his skull, hoping to take him out silently.
My finger tightens on the trigger, but before I can pull it, a burst of gunfire cuts through the air, sending me stumbling backwards. I quickly scan my surroundings, trying to pinpoint where the shots are coming from, but all I see is chaos. The rest of our team is pinned down by a new wave of enemy fire.
"What the fuck?" Luna's voice is laced with panic as she yells into the comms. "We've got incoming from the west!"
Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to be in and out quick, taking out the key targets and making our escape. But now, it looks like we're surrounded.
I peek over the edge of the rooftop, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in the scene below. There are more soldiers than I've ever seen in one place, all of them trained on our position. We're trapped, and they know it.
Suddenly, a voice booms out over the speakers, drowning out the sound of gunfire. "You are surrounded and outnumbered. Surrender now and you will be spared."
I snort in disgust. Spare us? Yeah right. The moment they have us in their custody, we're dead. They'll torture us to get any intel they can, then execute us as an example to anyone else thinking of rebelling.
"We're not going down without a fight," I say into the comms, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. "Let's finish this."
But before anyone can respond, a massive explosion rocks the building, sending debris flying everywhere. I stumble back, disoriented, as a blinding light fills my vision.
When my eyes clear, I'm faced with an impossible sight. Standing in front of me is our supposed dead leader, Phoenix. He's been presumed killed for months now, and yet here he stands, alive and well. But it's not just his resurrection that has me reeling - it's the weapon he's holding.
It's a fucking laser gun. I've never seen one before, but I know it can vaporize flesh and bone with a single blast. And Phoenix is pointing it directly at my head.
"What the fuck, Phoenix?" I yell, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing? We're in the middle of a fucking firefight here!"
He doesn't say a word, just keeps that deadly weapon trained on me as he steps closer. My hand instinctively goes for my pistol, but before I can draw it, he fires.
I scream as a blast of searing heat engulfs my arm, the force of the shot propelling me backwards. Pain radiates through my body as I hit the ground, my vision blurring around the edges.
Through the haze, I see Phoenix standing over me, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You should have stayed loyal," he growls, his voice dripping with venom.
Everything goes dark after that. The last thing I hear is Luna's frantic voice, begging him to stop. But it's too late. By the time I come to, Phoenix is gone, leaving me to face an uncertain fate in the midst of a raging war.
(4 experts - Generation #2)Fuck. This isn't happening. Not now. I stumble backwards, my eyes locked on the dark figure stepping out from behind the dumpster in an alley off Main Street. Shit, he's bigger than me, muscular arms straining against his sleeveless black tee, and those fucking tattoos. The Iron Fist Brigade. No way this guy is just any punk. He's a thug for the regime.
"What do you want?" I hiss, gripping the knife tight in my pocket.
"Ah, Rebel Rachel," he says, his voice gruff, amused. "You're a hard woman to catch." He steps closer, and I back up until I hit the brick wall behind me. "But not impossible."
My heart is pounding out of my chest, sweat prickling my face despite the chilly spring air. How did he find me? The underground's supposed to be tight-lipped, but apparently this asshole has some deep connections.
"Don't fucking call me that." My voice shakes with rage and fear, but I try to sound strong. "And you'll regret messing with me."
The thug chuckles, the sound sending a chill down my spine. "You really are stupid enough to take on the Iron Fist alone? That's admirable. Too bad it's gonna cost you your life."
Fuck, he's toying with me. I need to think fast, get the drop on him. He's got the advantage of surprise and size, but I've got my wits and a good blade up my sleeve. I just have to make one lucky move.
He lunges, but I'm already in motion, darting to the side and sweeping my foot under his. The guy roars as he loses his balance, arms pinwheeling as he hits the pavement hard. I waste no time, tearing open my pocket to grab the knife as he scrambles to get up.
With a swift, practiced move, I stab him straight through the palm of his raised hand, just missing bone but severing tendons and causing him to drop the pistol in his other hand. I seize the opportunity, grabbing the gun and aiming it square at his chest.
"Impressive, you got the drop on me." He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowed with pain and rage. "Too bad it doesn't matter."
What the fuck? How does he know what I did before the Iron Fist found me?
His free hand reaches behind him, and my heart leaps into my throat as he pulls out a detonator. The click of it activating makes my blood run cold.
"Counting to three, bitch," he snarls, his eyes wild. "If you want to watch your friends die first."
I glance at the crowded restaurant next to us, full of civilians oblivious to our standoff. Fuck. The bastard must've planted bombs all over downtown, and if he goes off...
I swallow hard, trying not to show him how scared I am. "You fucking idiot," I snarl, praying they'll hear me before it's too late. "You think this is leverage? You have no idea who you're dealing with."
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." His grin is sickening, and I realize this isn't just about him and me; he's got bigger plans. This is the Iron Fist Brigade's grand fuck-off moment, to send a message to every rebel left.
"Three...two..."
I have no choice, no fucking time. My finger tightens around the trigger as I scream, "Fire in the hole!"
Everything goes white. The blast shatters my ears and sends me tumbling through the air as the building behind us collapses, burying us both beneath rubble and chaos. When I finally come to, coughing up blood and dirt, he's gone.
I'm alone, buried under a pile of bricks, dust, and glass, with only the faint glow of burning buildings nearby. And the sound of screams... so many fucking screams. I must've survived this blast somehow. I can feel the cuts on my face stinging, and the knife is still clutched in my hand. I managed to get out before he did. Probably.
I struggle to sit up, trying not to pass out from exhaustion or blood loss. The streets around me are a disaster zone. Emergency sirens fill the air, and there's a thick haze of smoke everywhere. Cars are overturned, their occupants scattered and bleeding, and I can hear people shouting in panic, begging for help.
The fucking regime did this. This is all because of them and their fucktard policies. All because of me, trying to stand up against their bullshit.
With a deep breath, I push myself up, testing my legs to make sure they're still working before stepping over debris. It's going to take a long, long time for me to figure out who's left, or what's next for this rebellion. But as I stagger into the midst of this chaos, one thought keeps repeating in my mind: fuck you, dictator.
This is war. And I'm ready for it.
(4 experts - Generation #1)
The skyscraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. In a flash, shards of glass rained down, littering the already blood-stained carpet. The screams began, echoing through the hallways and seeping into my ears like a chilling fog. Panic set in, but I couldn't move. My feet seemed rooted to the spot, as if the very horror unfolding before me had paralyzed me.
I stood frozen, gazing at the scene with a sense of detached disbelief. The once pristine office was now a scene of utter carnage. Bodies were strewn about, limbs twisted grotesquely in unnatural angles. Blood oozed from gaping wounds, pooling beneath the corpses like a macabre carpet. I felt the warm stickiness on my shoes, but I couldn't tear my gaze away.
Suddenly, I heard a groaning, and turned to see a woman crawling out of the shattered window frame. Her body was covered in lacerations, and her skin was as pale as the driven snow. She was dragging herself along the floor, her eyes wild and unfocused. She was so close, but I couldn't bring myself to reach out to help her. Paralyzed by fear and shock, all I could do was stand there, helpless and horrified.
As she crawled closer, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a desperate plea for assistance. I knew I had to act, but my body refused to comply. Time seemed to slow down as I watched her inch closer, her breathing ragged and her skin slick with sweat and blood.
Then, just as she reached out to me, a blinding light filled the room, and I was engulfed in a wave of searing pain. I felt my body being lifted and tossed around like a rag doll, and then I was plummeting through the air, my stomach lurching with each sickening drop.
I landed with a thud, the wind knocked out of me. As I struggled to catch my breath, I realized I was lying on the cold, hard floor of the stairwell. The screams and wails of agony had ceased, replaced by an eerie silence. I stumbled to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to get out of there, to escape the horrors that lurked within those walls.
I began to climb the stairs, each step a laborious struggle. The stench of blood and fear clung to me like a shroud, making it hard to breathe. I could feel the weight of death and despair bearing down on me, threatening to crush my very soul.
As I reached the 20th floor, I paused, my hand trembling as I reached for the doorknob. I knew what lay beyond: more carnage, more suffering. But I had to keep moving, to find a way out of this hellish nightmare.
I pushed open the door, and my heart nearly stopped. A man was sitting in the middle of the room, his head slumped forward, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at the floor. But it was what surrounded him that made my blood run cold. A dozen or so severed limbs were strewn about, arranged in a grotesque pattern that seemed to mock my very existence.
I gasped, my knees buckling as I stumbled backwards. But I couldn't turn away, couldn't look away from the horrors that surrounded me. Something within me snapped, and I felt a primal rage rising up, fueling my resolve to escape.
With a newfound determination, I resumed my ascent, my feet pounding against the stairs as I raced towards freedom. The world around me grew dimmer and more distorted, as if reality itself was bending and warping under the weight of my terror. But I pushed on, driven by a desperate need to survive.
Finally, I reached the door that led to the outside world. I flung it open with a strength I didn't know I possessed, and stumbled out onto the rooftop. The cool night air hit me like a slap in the face, but it was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of fear and despair that had gripped me.
I looked around, my eyes darting wildly as I tried to take in my surroundings. The city stretched out before me, a dark and foreboding expanse of concrete and steel. But in the distance, I could see the glimmer of lights, of life. And it was towards those lights that I stumbled, my legs weak and unsteady, but my heart full of a desperate hope.
As I moved through the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The shadows seemed to writhe and twist around me, as if the very evil that had consumed the skyscraper was now stalking me through the city streets. But I pushed on, driven by a primal need to escape, to survive.
And then, just as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, I saw it: a beacon of safety, of refuge. It was an ambulance, parked at the side of the road, its lights flashing wildly as it waited for its next call. Without hesitation, I stumbled towards it, my hands reaching out in a desperate plea for salvation.
The doors swung open, and a paramedic rushed out to meet me. He scooped me up in his arms, his eyes filled with concern and compassion. "What happened?" he asked, his voice calm and soothing.
I couldn't respond, could only point back towards the skyscraper, my body wracked with sobs as I tried to convey the horrors I had witnessed. The paramedic's expression hardened, and he nodded grimly.
"We'll get you out of here," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "We'll make sure you're safe."
As we sped away from the city, leaving the shattered skyscraper and its horrors behind, I finally let out a ragged breath, my body slumping against the paramedic's chest. I had survived, but the memories of that night would haunt me forever, a constant reminder of the terrors that lurked in the darkest corners of our world.
(4 experts - Generation #2)The sky scraper swayed, as I watched the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode. Glass shattered and flew outward, like a thousand razor-sharp icicles propelled by some malevolent force. I screamed, my voice lost amidst the cacophony of shattering glass and the anguished cries of those around me.
I stumbled backward, my heart hammering in my chest, as chaos erupted in the office. People were running for cover, some diving under their desks, others fleeing toward the door. My coworkers' faces were contorted in terror, their eyes wide with shock.
My mind raced, trying to comprehend what was happening. One moment, we were going about our day, the next...this. This unimaginable, apocalyptic horror. I had to get out of here, find safety. But as I turned to make a dash for the door, my foot slipped on the slick, shattered glass, and I felt myself falling.
Time seemed to slow as I plummeted toward the floor below, the screams and shouts of my coworkers fading into the background. My stomach lurched as I saw the jagged edge of a desk looming closer, a deadly obstacle that could end my life in an instant.
I managed to twist my body at the last second, using my arms to cushion my fall. The impact was brutal, sending pain shooting through my shoulder and arm. But I was alive. Dazed and disoriented, I pushed myself up onto my knees, surveying the devastation around me.
The office was a nightmare scene of shattered glass, overturned furniture, and the mangled bodies of the fallen. I saw a coworker whose leg had been crushed beneath the desk, blood pooling around him. Another lay nearby, her head twisted at an unnatural angle, her eyes frozen in a permanent stare.
A sickening stench filled my nostrils, a mix of blood, urine, and feces. I gagged, but couldn't tear my eyes away from the carnage. Everywhere I looked, there were bodies, some moving, others still. The screams had subsided, replaced by moans and whimpers.
Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I spun around, my heart pounding, to see a dark figure emerging from the smoke and debris. It moved with an unnatural, almost liquid grace, its features obscured by the gloom.
My blood ran cold as I realized what I was seeing. This was no human, at least not anymore. This was a monster, a creature born of unspeakable evil, fueled by a hunger for destruction and death. I knew then that I was doomed, that this abomination would not stop until it had claimed every last one of us.
I scrambled to my feet, my mind racing for an escape, but the creature was already closing in. Its arms reached out, long and sinewy, ending in razor-sharp claws that seemed to drink in the light around them. I tried to run, but my legs were leaden, as if rooted to the spot.
The creature loomed over me, its face twisting into a grotesque, inhuman visage. Its mouth was a gaping maw filled with jagged teeth, and its eyes...its eyes burned with an otherworldly hunger. I knew then that this was the end, that I would soon join the ranks of the fallen, my life extinguished by this monstrous aberration.
As it raised its claws to strike, I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable. But instead of the crushing blow, I felt a sudden, blinding light envelop me, as if the very heavens themselves had opened up to cast a divine benediction upon this hellish scene.
When I opened my eyes again, the creature was gone, vanished into the smoke and chaos. The office was silent once more, the only sound the soft hum of the building's HVAC system. I looked around, trying to take stock of the situation, to find some glimmer of hope in this abyss of horror.
That's when I saw her. A woman, clad in a white lab coat, standing in the doorway of the office. She was tall and slender, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. Her eyes were an unnatural shade of green, almost glowing in the dim light.
She looked at me, her gaze piercing and cold, and I felt a chill run down my spine. But there was something else about her, something that made my heart beat faster, something that seemed to whisper to me across the void of terror and despair.
"Come with me," she said, her voice low and husky, a siren's call in the midst of this abyss. "We have work to do."
Base model
DavidAU/L3-MOE-4x8B-Dark-Planet-Rising-25B