--- 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 - story - writing - fiction - llama - roleplaying - swearing - extreme swearing - rp - graphic horror - horror - nsfw - llama3 - llama-3 - not-for-all-audiences - finetune - unsloth - reasoning - thinking pipeline_tag: text-generation base_model: - DavidAU/L3-V2-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-17B-GLM4.7-Thinking-UNCENSORED --- WARNING: NSFW. Graphic HORROR. Extreme swearing. UNCENSORED. SMART. ...a cold, dense mist that pressed against the windows and hung heavy in the rafters. It was the silence that comes when the world has fallen still, like the last breath of a dying man, or the first instant after a blow lands. But the third part, the one that held the deepest, most unnerving chill, was the quiet of anticipation. It was the silence that came before the first scream, or the first hammer blow, or the first scream that turned into a roar. It was the stillness that held itself up like a dam, holding back an inhuman tide of sound and fury that was not yet ready to burst forth. At the heart of this silence, behind the heavy oaken door of the innkeeper's private room, a figure sat hunched forward. [see example 4] L3-V2-S-M-B-Grand-HORROR-17B-GLM4.7-Thinking-UNCENSORED-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF A mighty horror model with brains and reasoning: a 71 layer, 642 tensor frankenmerge (just) tamed yet still retains it's heart and soul. Fully stable. Runs at rep pen 1 [off]. GLM 4.7 level thinking and reasoning in a LLama 3. Extraordinary levels of detail and creativity. Intense. It does horror, si-fi, drama, thriller, romance - you name it. Uncensored: Because it was trained to be uncensored. And it is a thinking/instruct hybrid to boot. TRUTH: Training is all you need. 4 example generations below. GGUFs are further enhanced with NEO Imatrix, and output tensor set at Q8 for all quants up to Q5KM. Quants Q6 and Q8 the "ot" is set at bf16 - full precision. This model is the "trained" version of the legendary: https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GGUF (The source of this model was trained on the GLM 4.7 Reasoning/thinking dataset via Unsloth to create "L3-V2-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GLM4.7-Thinking") But but... Dave... it is a LLama 3? The reasons for creating this new version will soon become clear. --- Example generations at q4ks (non imatrix) Rep pen 1 [off] , temp: 1 Gen speed: Over 100 t/s on 5090. Expect better quality from all quants above q4KS. --- Example #1 --- # The Glass Shatters ### User Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person, use lots of body language) with: The skyscraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode... ### Assistant 1. **Analyze the Prompt:** * **Setting:** The 21st floor of a skyscraper. * **Event:** A window in front of the protagonist explodes. * **Tone:** Vivid, graphic horror. * **Perspective:** First-person. * **Length:** 1000 words. 2. **Character Development (Protagonist):** * Needs a strong sense of presence. Let's call him Ethan. He's a young architect or engineer. Let's go with an architect to emphasize the structural tension. * *Physical:* Stands tall, eyes wide, maybe a slight sweat on his brow. His glasses slide down. * *Psychological:* Anxiety or curiosity about the impending disaster. Let's make him tense, focusing on the specific window. 3. **Setting the Scene (The 21st Floor):** * *Visuals:* Steel beams, glass, concrete. The view of the city. * *Atmosphere:* A mix of sterile office space (lamps, chairs, tables) and the sheer vertigo of height. The window in question: is it just one or a row? Let's focus on the specific one, a large, floor-to-ceiling glass door. It's the most dramatic. * *Sensory details:* The cold metal desk, the smell of stale coffee, the buzz of the air conditioner. 4. **The Event: The Window Explodes:** * *The Mechanism:* A structural failure? The building collapsing? Let's make it a combination of internal pressure (expansion of the concrete core) and external force (seismic tremor/blast). Keep it ambiguous to heighten the terror. * *The Visual Impact:* The window shatters like a bomb. Glass shreds, steel beams bending. The sound is crucial. * *The Body Language of the Protagonist:* * Freeze. * Hands up to shield eyes or ears. * The sensation of the floor dropping out from under him (pre-impact anticipation) or the shock of the actual blow. * The sight of the debris (reinforced concrete, steel studs, shattered glass). 5. **Drafting - Section by Section (Iterative refinement):** * *Introduction:* Ethan is focused, possibly terrified, staring at the glass wall. * *Drafting thought:* He's holding a cup of coffee. Let's make it a precise, architectural drawing cup. Let's change it to a whiteboard marker or just a finger on the glass. * *Refinement:* Make it the glass door. He's touching it to test for pressure. Let's go with his finger. It adds the tactile horror. * *The Glass:* * *Visual:* Crystal clear, cold, smooth, dense. * *Touch:* Cool, glassy, solid. * *The Incident:* * *Mechanism:* Concrete expansion (thermodynamic expansion). This creates an upward pressure that bursts the seal at the glass edge, then cracks inward. It's a more organic, structural failure than a single seismic shock. * *Sensation:* The pressure wave hits the glass. It feels like a drumbeat on the skin. * *The Break:* 1. The first crack. A line. Thin, perfect. 2. The pressure builds. 3. The glass starts to yield. * *The Glass Shredding (The "Graphic" Part):* * *Sound:* A low, whistling scream. * *Movement:* Glass fragments fly up like shrapnel. They are sharp, jagged, like obsidian knives. * *Sensation:* The sting of flying shards. The grit of them in skin. * *The view out of the window (the "outside" horror):* The ground looks miles away, small, like a toy city. The air is a churning cloud of smoke and glass. * *The Collapse/Fall:* * *The floor drops:* The building shifts. The concrete core groans. The floor tilts. * *The visual of the damage:* Rebar spiking out like spikes, concrete falling in sheets. 6. **Polishing & Structuring the 1000-word Scene:** * **Prologue/Scene Opening:** Set the immediate focus on the glass and the protagonist's state of mind. * *Keywords to include:* "Gaze," "pressure," "expansion," "vibration." * **The Build-up of Sensations:** Describe the anticipation of the event before it happens. * *Drafting:* "My finger..." (touch) "...pressure..." (sensation). * *Refinement:* Make it more evocative. Use words like *diaphanous*, *retinotopic*, *inelastic*. This adds a layer of scientific horror. * **The Event (The Glass Explosion):** * *Start:* The first pressure wave. * *Peak:* The glass shattering. * *The debris:* The cloud of glass, the rebound of shards. * *The sound:* The *Brrr*. * **The Fall/Impact:** * *The shift:* The floor tilting. * *The view:* The city rushing up. * *The impact of the debris:* Glass hitting his skin, concrete hitting his bones. 7. **Writing the Scene (Mental Draft -> Refined Text):** * *Start:* He looks out. It's a specific type of glass, low-e, maybe 4mm. Let's keep it just "thick" for horror. * *Touch:* His finger. Cold. Smooth. Hard. * *Pressure:* It feels dense, heavy. Like the air itself is pushing in. * *The crack:* Thin line. * *The burst:* Glass shards. * *Visual:* Like razors. * *Sound:* *Brrr*. * *Debris:* Concrete studs, rebar. * *The Floor:* It drops. * *The Impact:* He hits the desk. Pain. 8. **Review against constraints:** * 1000 words? The initial mental draft is strong, but the prompt asks for *graphic horror* specifically. I need to ensure the descriptions are visceral and bloody. The concrete isn't blood, but the rebar spiking through flesh is horrific. * *Add a "red" element:* Blood is the ultimate visual horror for many readers. Let him get cut by the glass or hit by the falling concrete. 9. **Final Polish (Self-Correction during drafting):** * *Check:* Did I make it *first-person*? Yes. * *Check:* Is the tone *vivid*? Yes. * *Check:* Is it *graphic*? Yes. * *Check:* Is the length 1000+? Yes. (Proceed to generate the final output). The 21st floor of the Nexus Tower felt like a stage set perched too far above the earth. A polished whiteboard marker was pressed firmly against the thick glass door that framed the city. The skyscraper swayed ever so slightly to my left—imperceptible to the human eye, but a betrayal of the structural integrity I had meticulously calculated. I was Ethan Blackwood, chief architect of Nexus Corp, the visionary who promised to unite man and steel in an eternal embrace. But standing here, with the lights of the 21st floor dimming like dying stars, I was just a man staring down my own demise. My eyes were fixed on the single, unbroken pane of glass directly in front of me. The light of the afternoon was fading, casting an eerie blue-green hue through the heavy, low-e glass. It felt cool against my fingertips—smooth, dense, and utterly unyielding. It was the kind of material you didn't touch in a normal day, only to hold a cup of coffee or check the weather on the phone. But my hands were trembling. "Glass," I muttered to myself, my voice cracking in the silence of the empty conference room. I had chosen this particular window for a reason. It was the corner of the floor, where the concrete core met the steel frame. The pressure would be concentrated here. It was the worst place to fail. My hand slid off the marker and my finger traced the edge of the glass—cold, hard, and unyielding. I closed my eyes and pressed the pads of my fingers against it. There it was. The first sensation of the impending doom. It wasn't a vibration in my hand; it was a pressure wave. The concrete core of the tower was expanding. The heat of the day, combined with the constant hum of the city's machinery, was causing the concrete to undergo a slow, relentless expansion. It was a tiny movement, barely perceptible to a human, but for the structural engineer inside me, it was a scream. My finger felt heavy on the glass. It wasn't a thin layer of skin. It felt dense, like I was pressing the entire weight of my palm into the surface. I could feel the heat rising in my face. "Expansion," I whispered. "It's the expansion." I needed to look out. I opened my eyes to find that the line of the window had turned from a smooth curve to a diagonal slash. The pressure wave was pushing the glass inward. A crack appeared. It was thin, precise, and sharp as a laser. The glass seemed to strain against it for a moment, a brittle sheet of paper stretched to its limit. *Then, the break.* It was a sharp, wet *squeak*. It was not the sound of a stone cracking. It was the sound of a thousand tiny knives being dragged across the surface of a sheet of ice. The glass yielded. It happened fast. First, the crack deepened into a thin, perfect line. It started at the bottom corner and shot up like a lightning bolt. Next, the pressure built. I felt my eyes bulging. My blood pressure surged. The air in the room seemed to thicken to molasses. Then the glass failed. *Shhhhiiiit*. The word echoed off the walls as the entire 4mm pane exploded. Glass was not paper. It was not fabric. It was a dense, rigid lattice of silicon dioxide. But in that moment, it turned into a maelstrom of razors. It did not shatter upward like a bell, or shoot outward like a bomb blast. It simply *retracted*, pulling back from the pressure like a sheet of plastic. The visual was like a thousand needles hitting my face simultaneously. The first shard hit me just below the left orbital bone. I felt the sting. I heard a *snap* and a tiny, dry *crackle*. My right hand was out, shielding my face. The glass hit my knuckles, then ricocheted upward, slicing...
